TITLE: Drinks, Ghosts and You
CHAPTER: 1/2
PAIRING: Demi/Selena, Miley/Selena , Demi/Miley
RATTING: NC - 17
SUMMARY: AU. Miley Demi and Taylor have a band and are trying to produce a new album on a haunted cottage. Selena is they're manager and is thorn between helping them or avoiding facing her ex again.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the girls, this is pure fiction only for fun. English is not my native language, sorry for any mistake you able to find, it would be really helpfull if you would comment telling me where i should fix it. thanks!
NOTE: This was meant to be a ONESHOT, but I figured it was too long so I'll post the other chpter.
She had been telling herself off for at least a week now. She should have politely declined going there. She sure I could have made something up no to be part of this new project. But well, turns out she didn't have as much control as she'd like to think she had.
Demi would be there too. And that was the main reason she should have given ears to her reasonable thoughts of not showing up.
- I thought you wouldn't show up. – Miley voiced with a little smile on the corner of her glossed lips. This had all been Miley's ideas. Spending a week on a far far away cottage so they could compose. She was the lead singer and also the most famous and dear among fans. But that didn't matter to Selena. The brunette hated her as she had never dared to hate any other human being before, and just by the look on her face anyone could tell it was a mutual feeling.
- Turns out I had nothing better to do, and you guys look like you could use some help anyways. – Selena said not lowering her head under Miley's vicious look.
- Welcome honey! – Taylor said giving a tight hug on the newly arrived. Selena really liked her. She was an okay friend, and now that she and Demi weren't as close as they used to, Taylor was the one that was always there for her when she needed. The tall girl played the guitar and singed most of the ballads on the band. She did compose to, but her lyrics weren't always accepted. Miley and Demi had called it "too desperately cheesy" once, that's why she was considering making a solo album.– You are absolutely right, we sure need your help! We've been fighting a lot. We can't decide on how the album should sound… Miley wants it sexy, Demi wants it rock and I think we should go for sweet. – She continued filling Selena in while pulling her inside.
- Well, mom told me I should listen to what you've already have and just try to fix it a little. Maybe we can mix stuff. – Mandy, Selena's mom, was they're manager, that's how they met. At least how she met Taylor and Miley. She had known Demi since forever, even when she was just her Demi, an unknown kid dreaming about performing in front of a big audience and having fans. Good old times… Now the only thing they ever spoke was business.
- Just try not screwing my material. – Miley said handing the young agent a bottle of beer as Taylor helped her out of her coat. – We're all drinking for inspiration.
Selena accepted and followed both of them inside to the cozy and warm living room where Demi was laying on the floor with her guitar on her stomach slowly strumming something new.
- I see you're 'lazily' working on a new melody. – Selena said approaching her.
- Please don't tell me off, boss. – She said flashing one of those fake smiles her ex best friend was starting to get used to see on her face. Analyzing further there was an empty glass by her side. She had been drinking too.
- I can't believe you composed another one… you're just too fast brat… - Miley said loudly sitting by Demi's side. – but instead of sketching so many songs, you should focus on one, to make it really good as I know you can. – Miley said pretending a mean look, Demi just showed her long tongue then laughed loudly, this time, an honest laugh. The only thing Selena could think was that they were dating now. Or, they might be. No one knows for sure, it's just a rumor, even among fans, but they never said a word about it backstage. But they sure looked too close lately. Selena always knew Miley was bi, even from the day she auditioned for the band, she had been telling Demi that, but she always replyied with: "Have you lost your mind, you dork!" Sometimes Demi can be so innocent. Especially when it comes to her gaydar, Selena had this theory that the guitarist had gotten hers in china, because it would never function right.
- By the way babe. – Was it possible to hate someone more everytime the said person dared to open her mouth? – You'll spelled 'bitch' wrong. – Miley said handing Demi her own lyric.
- What? You drunk already? It's correct. BEACH. B-E-A-C-H. – Demi made sure she was right.
- Oh. That 'beach'… I just thought 'B-I-T-C-H' would be more appropriate.
The beach… "Where the ocean cheats on the moon with the sun during dayfall, and cheats on the sun with the moon during the nightfall, kissing them at the exact same time every day. And don't hate the ocean, it's the view's fault, it's too beautiful not to want to share a kiss at this paradise." That's what Demi had said, seconds before she and Selena had shared their first kiss… The beach always reminded the young brunette of her former best friend… Once she had told her that whenever she thought about the beach sand, or felt the ocean fragrance she would go back to that day. And feel okay. But that was long ago now… Selena didn't even know if writing a song about the beach could remind her of those times… - Just put that away. I decide we'll take a break now. – Miley said shoving demi's lyric to the side. – We should be polite and give Selena a welcome party. You can continue being productive tomorrow. C'mon. – Miley handed demi another drink. Demi just narrowed her eyes probably wondering how much miley had already had.
- Where's Taylor? - Demi asked while taking the spot next to Miley on the couch.
- I was ordering Chinese, we shouldn't drink with no food on our stomach.
- Do this stuff deliver here? - Miley asked already knowing we were as clueless as her. – Cause I thought this was far enough from society. That was the plan. – Miley continued her babbling. – You know selenita, you're the only one we actually gave this address? For the first time no one knows where I am. – Miley said proud of her plan. –The two girls had their differences, yeah. But Miley's bitchness towards the media was understandable. Of all 3 band mates Miley was the most harassed one. While they were on tour Selena had seen Miley having restless nights because the paps flashs were still in her eyes, or the rumors were too bad to forget.
- Don't be so sure of that… - Demi said sipping her vodka.
Miley and Taylor started laughing by the time Demi had closed her mouth. Latter demi joined them with a little smirk.
- You won't be laughing when it pulls your feet under the covers. - Demi said crossing her arms but keeping the smile on her face.
- What? – Selena asked getting them to stop laughing. – Is there something you guys should be telling me right now?
- This cottage is haunted. – Demi said moving her hands to increase the drama. When the two pair of brown eyes met for those short seconds, Demi looked away trying to hide many things she probably wanted to say but would remain unsaid. It had been a while now that they hadn't been together like they used to, but neither had never had the chance to talk about it. Maybe that was the reason the taller brunette could never move on.
- Really? – Selena asked a little scared of what would they're answer be.
- Did you think we'd pick a less fun place? C'mon gurl, a haunted cottage is perfect for inspiration.
- It pulled my feet twice already! – Demi said gesturing.
Selena loved horror movies, that was no secret to anyone. But she didn't know how to feel about possibly being in one right now. Maybe Taylor read through her face or they all did, cause while Miley was laughing the tallest blond rested her hand on the slender girl's shoulder.
- Stop trying to scare her. It's not true. We didn't pick this place because it was haunted, and by the way it isn't! They're just trying to get to you. – Selena returned her smile. She really liked her, only as a friend though. By this age, Selena was aware of her sexual orientation, but with Taylor was different, she had really became an older sister figure. – Miley was the one pulling demis leg!
- Was it you? - Demi asked surprised.
- Only once…
- And even if there were spirits here, we'd just had to listen to them and help them find their path…
- Okay miss boring, thanks for killing the fun. – Miley said pulling a cigarette from her pocket. – miss dippers face was looking really scared! You should have seen your look! – Miley babbled while trying to light her smoke.
- Enough Miley! – Taylor said looking really annoyed.
- It's okay Taylor, you guys shouldn't fight. – Selena said trying to lighten the air.
- Yeah, we shouldn't fight, and you certainly shouldn't be smoking, miles. – Demi said taking the cigarette away from Miley's mouth. – We still need your voice.
- And we still need fun for the night. – Miley said looking upset that her 'treat' was resting on the nearest trash can. – What should we do now?
- Drink? - Demi answered raising her glass.
- Not fun enough.
- Maybe we can play something. – I suggested taking another sip from my bottle.
- Wow! That's kinky! Maybe I should stop calling you miss dippers face. Pervert would be more appropriate. – Miley said laughing loudly. Right now, Selena couldn't be more certain. She really hated that bitch.
- But I wasn't suggesting anything of that kind… -
- But I did. – Miley said raising her hand.
- If you wanna get naked just take you cloths of Miles… - Demi answered rolling her eyes.
- Do you want me to get naked Demetria? - Miley said in a very very flirty way. The taller brunette couldn't help herself from almost chocking with her own beer.
- Well I know for sure I don't wanna see that, and I'm pretty confident Taylor doesn't either. So pervert games is out of questions! – Selena said Before demi could answer anything. If she was honest to herself, she had to admit she was kind of scared of what would Demi's answer be …
- Then how about we evocate a spirit? - Taylor said with a weird glim on her eyes. – We could help it rest!
- I don't think so! – Demi said sounding scared. – I mean it can come after me it pulled my feet already!
- Are you scared Dems? - Miley got a little closer to her guitar player.
- Not really. But Selena is. – Demi said pointing her short index at their manager.
- What? I never said I was!
- Then if no one is, we are playing this! – Miley said.
- Yey! – Taylor said clapping her hands. – We are gonna help this poor soul find its way.
- … or something like that… - Demi gasped.
- So… nothing is happening. – Selena pointed out kind of frustrated. It was scary at first, but now that they had stick to the idea of calling the spirit, sitting in front of a talking board for more than an hour and not a single move had made them all kind of tired. – I think we should all go to bed, tomorrow we'll have to work hard on the album. Where is my room? - Selena asked standing up, followed by Demi.
- I'll show you. – Demi said helping her with her luggage.
- Guys! – Taylor shouted making us go back to our previous sits. – Its… moving!
Demi eyed Selena unsure of what to think.
- What does it say?
- It says… - They all observed while the wood piece in shape of a heart moved with mileys hand on top. – It says lets play Truth or dare. This is getting interesting. – Miley kept trying to keep track of the words it kept forming.
- Don't we need a bottle for that? - Taylor asked a little confused.
- I'll be the one asking. Let's get to know each other better. – Miley spoke for the board. – Demi, Do you have someone to think about constantly? Truth or Dare? – Miley spoke trying to hide a lil malicious smile. Demi looked a little flustered and confused. – Looks like this spirit know what to ask, right Dems? I don't think it is as confused as Taylor said it was.
– Miley kept going while Demi seemed a little... Lost.
- Dare. – Came Demis reply.
- Are you nuts? - Selena intervened. – You going dare with a ghost? It might be dangerous. Aren't you scared? - She really wanted that answer…
- It's just a ghost. – Demi answered with her face telling just the opposite of her words.
- Here's your dare: have another shot.
- It can't be serious… - Demi said a little frustrated. – A ghost is trying to get me drunk? I bet it is an old perv…
- Demi, don't infuriate him. – Taylor said concerned this might not be as easy as she thought it would be.
- Your turn Taylor. Truth or dare?
- Truth.
- Are you scared now blondie?
- No.
- Okay moving on. Even the ghost thinks you're booooooring. – Miley said shaking her head. – Selena Gomez. – Miley shot the other girl a maniac look with her sparkling blue eyes. – Truth or dare?
Selena stopped and thought for a minute. If she chose truth I could end up being called boring just like had happened to Taylor, or knowing the devilish blonde smiling at her she could end up asking something Demi related and get her all embarrassed.
- Dare. – The tall brunette made her mind. If she had to kiss demi or something close to that, well it wouldn't hurt.
- Kiss Miley. – Once again the front woman voiced the speak board.
By the time miley managed to close her mouth Selena had frozen. There was no way Selena would kiss her, but also there was no way she'd disobey a speaking board. The room fell silent for those brief seconds that the young agent took to gather courage from God's know where. Demi looked too curious and nervous to make a move as her former best friend stared at Cyrus sarcastic smirk.
Selena made her move closing the gap between her lips and Miley's in a forceful way taking the blond's lips in her teeth meaning to hurt her and gaining a painful and luxurious moan in response. Demi could only manage to swallow dry, trying her best not show jealousy, anger and excitement all together.
When Selena broke the kiss, she took the same move as miley looking at both their crowd, more specific to the short brunette that wore her heart on her sleeve and was so easily readable, though this time the whole situation had made it difficult to see through those deep brown eyes. Was demi jealous of her or of her blond friend….?
- Wow! I'm impressed, pampers face can actually kiss reaaaally good. Phew – Miley said winking at selena who was bright red.
- Shut up, Miley. – the young manager said feeling embarrassed and harassed. She hated the fact she had to kiss the girl who taught her hate was a feeling that in fact existed, and mostly she felt embarrassed. Oh! So embarrassed to have kissed someone in front of an audience. In front of Demi….
- Moving on. – Miley started staring at the speaking board that once again was forming new words. – Demetria, which girl did you enjoy fucking the most in this room?
Every pair of eyes in the room laid on Demi, shocked to hear the spirits word be voiced by Miley. Selena had been together with Demi many times, that was true, but it used to be their truth and their business. It was kind of they're secret. They had been kind of together for ages, but they were never a real couple and so no one had to know, it was something between only them and Selena had begged Demi it should stay like that, she didn't want to have anyone getting in their business, and mostly because demi was a public figure, she didn't want that pressure on her. It was comfortable the way they were. At first she regretted playing this game, cause now her personal life was being exposed to her personal enemy by a stupid ghost, but mostly she couldn't hide the hurt in her eyes. If that spirit wasn't bluffing that was the point she had been sure Demi was now with Miley. Her hopes that someday they might somehow go back to those old days where they would skip partys and everything else just to be together cuddling under a warm blanket, and she knew for sure demi had to be the prettiest person she knew, even if she didn't believe her words. Those days wouldn't go back. Because now Demi was sharing those moments with Miley stupid Cyrus.
Before Demi could manage to get her senses back Taylor closed the board stopping the game.
- That's it Miley! Enough of this joke. – Taylor said not looking happy at all. – There's no stupid ghost.
- What? - Demi and selena spoke at the same time.
Miley only rolled her eyes as if waiting to be lectured.
- I thought it was weird the so called ghost had spelled 'eatch' instead of each the first time, but than it did it again misspelling wich. Miley always makes those grammar mistakes when she is writing her songs adding't's when there isn't one. – Taylor pointed out making Demi and Selena feel dumb for not noticing anything.
- Awesome long legs, you managed to ruin the fun again.
And now Selena had her confirmation… If there wasn't any ghost, She wasn't the only one in the room who had shared Demi's bed.
- You're so stupid you know that? - Demi said approaching Miley creating a tense air around the room, they only stared at eachother not daring to say a word. At this point Selena had started fearing for what would succeed. Even if she hated Miley she didn't want them to start a real fight there. Demi opened her mouth to say something but didn't even start, the room became dark due to a black out on the entire cottage. – Fuck!... – Demi said instead of whatever she had meant to say before.
Selenas hand looked for some support right away. She was never a big fan of darkness especially not on those circumstances. She held a soft hand in hers not aware of its owner. Not slender enough to be Taylor's, too big to be Demi's.
- Miley's. – Selena said softly the moment all the lights came back and she was still holding cyrus tan hand.
- You can let go now, pampers face. –Miley mocked pointing at Selenas hand intertwined with her own. So humiliating.
The taller brunet of the crew broke away from miley.
- Okay… I think the lighting won't go away anymore. We can play something else. - Taylor suggested trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that once again seemed to make the room heavier.
- I don't think I want to do anything Miley is part of.
- Whaaat? - Miley crossed her arms. – Way too look mature Demetria.
- Oh yeah? So you asking those supid questions and pretending to be a ghost wasn't childish?
- I was being fun!
- I didn't laugh! – Demi said loudly loosing her temper.
- Okay! – Selena walked between the girls. – You shouldn't fight. We better have some rest because tomorrow we'll work on the album. Do not argue right now.
- Selena is right. I'll cancel the Chinese, it's too late anyway… - Taylor said grabbing her phone that had been resting on the sofa. – No signal? - The blond complained looking at the mobile screen.
- Rain… - Demi stated when the living room was filled with rain drops noise. – Way to complete our horror movie set… awesome. – so many years of friendship weren't a waste, Selena knew Demi too well even when she kind of succeeded in trying to mask something, and that's why she was probably the only one thinking demi's bitchness was cute right now, because she was trying hard to hide that she was kind of scared with her harsh words. Selena managed to stop staring, before anyone – aka Miley – would call her creepy.
- We should all head to bed. I'll show you your room selena. – Taylor said giving up on trying to get a bar on her cell.
- Okay.
- Night bitches. – Miley waved heading to her own dorm as well.