Really, it's not like I hated Selena and Demi's relationship; it was a great bond they had together. I thought it was way cooler than how I met my best friend, Abigail(We joke about it sometimes) when I was fifteen and in high school. Lol, you've probably guessed who I am by now and this is only the third sentence.

Hi, I'm Taylor Swift. Country music singer from Philadelphia(I know, I know. What kind of country singer comes from Phildadelphia?). I'm the first ever female Entertainer of the Year(Me and my cat were so excited), I became an artist around 14 and now I'm an icon worldwide(Take that Martha!). My songs are my diary, in case you haven't guessed by now. I can never describe the feeling of when I'm singing onstage to all those people cheering my name. I love my fans like family, I go to the back of the line to make sure everyone gets an autograph; jump over the rail(Actually, I kinda step over it...I'm really tall btw) so the little girl in the back with my name on her forehead gets a hug and a picture. I care a lot about other people(the ones that don't make fun of me, anyway), I understand the price of fame is giving up normal things like privacy. Whenever I'm onstage the feeling is always the same, only stronger each time. It's that feeling you get telling someone you love them, better than the happiness on Christmas (My all-time favorite holiday ^_^). I feel like I'm singing a message to my fans. I sing for them and give them my love through my music (& they give me money, heh heh. Whoa! Hey now, I was just kidding, put that down! Put it-put it down! That's right, you do what the blonde tells ya. I wish you guys could hear my sassy voice over this; I sound so badass). I really mean it when I say I'm singing my diary to the world...yeah, I don't exactly know how the guys feel about it, but I see them in the crowd so we're all good, right? I know, I know, Anti-Taylor fans: "Taylor, why would you sing your diary out loud to the world and put it on CDs on iTunes where people can hear over and over again?" Because I care, you stupid nutjob, now shut up (Put. It. Down. NOW.). It's a hard feeling to describe, really. Onstage, I mean. Like a giant bird spreading its wings in your chest and rising and rising till comes out and flies over the crowd...with blue and purple feathers...and green eyes...what?- Oh, sorry, got a little caught up there.

I think that's more than enough about me right now (Sorry, sometimes I drone...on and on... and on...). This is about Sel and Dems, right? Right. Ok? Ok.

So Miley and I were close friends (Be quiet I'll get to it). We were kind of like Selena and Demi in a way, but our fame connected us, not exactly how you usually meet a friend. The press loved us (No bragging of any sort). Country Taylor (sort of), country Miley. BFFLs, that simple to the press. You hang out more than twice with a person, and the press will slap a label onto it. Miley was still involved in Disney back then and she told me that there were two new players on the Disney field.

Selena Marie Gomez for Wizards of Waverly Place and Demetria Devonne Lovato for Sonny With A Chance. Miley didn't see either of them as a 'threat'. She knew she'd be leaving sometime and her show couldn't go on forever (Ironic, huh? Hannah Montana Forever?). Miley told me she didn't like Selena though, a little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes she told me. I felt sympatheic of course, considering that's how the whole world saw me even though it is kind of ingrained into my out of curiousity, pity and kind-heartness I went for Selena and found out how she really was. Miley liked Demi. A lot. She thought her name was badass (It kinda is if you think about it with the dramatic pause and sunglasses and all. Demetria...Demetria Lovato) and she said that she seemed very different (Different in kinda the bad way, no offence to Demi of course, but when Miley says someone's different...well Miley has a dark sense of humor...), especially compared to Selena. I mean, really, if you compared Selena and Demi you wouldn't even know they were friends. Selena's all like bright and happy, sweet (Not that Demi isn't), she likes gentle, flowing music (Like mine). Demi's edgy and dark and it works very well for her. She likes black and red and pink, loud screamish songs and she plays the electric guitar like a goddess (Hey, I'm the master guitaress when it comes to the regular guitars, okay? Just say yes.) Well, now Demi's obviously different which is good considering everything that's happened and I'm overall happy for her. Okay, let's just put it this way. If either Demi or Selena had gone to high school their cliche positions would be this: Selena would probably be the pretty, popular nice girl (So she'd probably hang out with the preps, but she wouldn't really be one). Demi would be in that group of quiet, dark, and mysterious kids if you know what I mean.

But basically you get the point. If they had been normal girls in high school they probably wouldn't have said a word to each other. But...good news they NEVER went to high school! (Actually, that's bad news considering why Demi left...my bad you guys.) So Miley and Demi, Selena and I (The Big Four I liked to call us) we hung out a lot in our couple groups of two. Selena had questions and relations to feelings that she asked me about. She wanted to know if the feeling you got on stage was the same for every person, how fast I could write a song, did I ever 'write' a song on my cell phone? Yeah, Selena's a bundle of questions, but she sweet, like I said before and it doesn't really get annoying till you're stuck with her for like 4 hours (This one time she got so bored at the CMAs. She wouldn't shut up, not even during intermissions. It was like an automatic machine gun with all her questions). Miley and I used to call and text just about every half second. Since we started hanging out with our new fame newbies we'd been contacting each other barely, like once every two weeks and it was mostly me.

Deriving from what little Miley told me, Demi was somewhat like Selena, but Miley mostly helped her with the stress of everything famewise. Since Miley was in a spotlight microscope, she knew exactly what to do, how to do it, and when. And I smartly gave Selena schoolings on how to ignore and tune out the press without seeming rude (most of the time) to avoid those...unwanted rumors when certain situations arose. I also taught her how read body language and how to use it (NO, it's not weird; its a useful skill to have. I'm an entertainer guys...ok, now that came out wrong...). But even as Demi learned the good things from Miley the bad was coming along. Demi decided to take 'Ms. Montana' on her tour with her.

Somewhere along the line Demi started dating my ex, Joe-break-up-with-you-in-27-seconds-Jonas. We met at an awards show and I gave her a forewarning. She just said ok, but she was probably just thinking I was a loon. They dated for a considerable amount of time. I saw pictures of them holding hands, kissing, hugging, eating dinner, hanging out,etc. Selena was in a bit of a slump during all this. I'd had my suspicions before about her and Demi, but the way she acted when Demi was dating Joe proved it. Selena was in love and it was with her best friend.

Now I have complete faith in true love (even though it has eluded me so many repeative times it becomes annoying). Demi and Selena were soulmates, it was so obvious (unless you're a homophobe). And they just had the cutest romance story ever, it makes me jealous sometimes. Both Demi and Selena had been bullied in school, and when Demi couldn't take it anymore she switched to home schooling. Selena went with her to keep her from being lonely. Demi started to play the guitar after awhile. In a few years, bam! Selly gets a leading role and Dems gets a movie. Then comes Princess Protection Program (which I found amusing), "One and the Same", etc, etc. The story took a turn downhill, but presently it's getting better. Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself here...

Selena told me that her manager (who's a complete idiot, btw. Sel's mom does over half the work) had been contacted by Demi's manager that told him Demi was on her way to a treatment center. I was able to keep myself from completely flipping out in front of Sel. Part of me knew through the shock that this had been unavoidable. No matter how openly Demi had talked about bullying in the past few years it wouldn't fix the emotinal damage that had been done. I know this from experience, from my own bullying to this very day, my wounds were still tender. Demi had obviously had a harder time then both Selena and I, and I give her props for pulling through. I canceled bowling night so Selena could call Demi ASAP. She visited her in Illinois so often I questioned her about it.

One day I cornered her on set, demanding to know why they spent so much time together. I mean BFFs I get, but they spent a whole lot more time with each other for just that, if you know what I mean. Blushing madly, Selena blurted that she and Demi were secret lovers. The first thing that I thought was, "Aww...that's so cute and romantic!", with a happy squeal at the end. Okay, truth time everybody...I'm not straight. That's why I didn't freak when Selena told me (She didn't know at the time...it kinda slipped my mind. And have you not noticed how much bad luck I've had with guys?).

I'm bisexual. Best of both worlds, huh? (Catch my pun?) When I let loose my secret, the first thing that I felt was Selena's manicured hand slapping me upside the head.

"Ow!"

"You didn't tell me!" The brunette exclaimed.

I rubbed the tender spot on my head, hidden under all the blond curls. "I forgot!" I protested as she lifted her hand again. "It slipped my mind! And you didn't tell me anything either!"

Selena sighed in defeat and I sighed in relief. She managed to crack a smile. "Well, its a good thing you're not straight, otherwise you'd be hopeless."

Now it was my turn to slap her. My hand made sastifying contact with the skin on her arm. She yelped and quickly began to massage it. "You and Demi did it, didn't you? You had sex."

"W-w-what?" My bluntness and choice of words made her splutter. That and the red came back to her face faster than I could pluck my guitar strings.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't play dumb, 'Miss Russo'. I can tell. You walk different, you have more energy, you have more swagger. I can tell you're up on your high horse,and I know exactly why. Don't try to lie to me."

"Okay, fine. We had sex."

"Sex with your best friend, Sel. Go figure."

She protested faster than I could count to one, fiesty little thing. "It's different now, Taylor. We're more." She said the last part with the pride only a famous, in-the-closet lesbian could.

"Good."

I mean, really? How could you be friends with someone for so long before you either grew curious or started developing feelings? It just wasn't logical at all to me. Twelve years! Twelve f*cking years! How could you not expect anything? (I've never understood the whole 'asterisk' thing, you still know what the word is and all)

I nudged her playfully after the photoshoot. "Sooo? Who's havin' the babies?"

"Taylor Alison Swift!" She hissed.

"Selena Marie Gomez." I answered back.

"Don't talk so loud about it; I don't want anyone to suspect anything!" I frowned...oh, yeah...she was dating Justin. Why? The only answer I can think of is: Managers. The cure to all our celebrity problems, and yet the cause of it at the same time.

"Whatever." We were back in our casual clothes. "When is Demi getting out?"

"It depends on how much progress she makes." She breathed deeply. "The therapist told me that she's recovering quickly for someone who's been through so much. If she keeps going like she is, three more weeks." Her eyes shone with longing.

"Only three more? That's great." I congratulated. "Then you won't have to worry about keeping the noise down."

She gave me a look that could curdle milk. I made a quick zipping motion over my lips. No more sex jokes, check. "By the time she gets out it'll have been three months." She said.

"Hey, three weeks, three months."

She ignored me.

"We're finally bonding again, Taylor." She said with a dreamy smile. "Isn't that great?"

"Today's a fairytale." I agreed with a grin. You know, my patented Taylor Swift grin.

P.S.

Martha was one of the mean girls in high school. You know what I do to mean girls ;)

P.S.S

Don't make fun of me for all the times I used lyrics or song titles from my songs; it's mean (I did it again! WTF?)

P.S.S.S.

Buy my new album!

(You know...when it comes out. It's kinda sad but's that's ok)