Author's Note: Hi all! Long time no see! Okay, so a long time ago in one of my other stories (I think it was The Greatest Gift), I said I was working on a Demi/Selena RPF story and I've been working on it for a long time now and I have enough chapters that I want to post it for you guys to read! This story may take me a long time to update once I get through all the chapters. I'm about halfway through the story I think but I am putting everything into this story, going over every detail, putting my blood, sweat and tears into because this story is my baby and I want everything to be perfect.

Summary: Loosely based on the infamous April Fool's prank Joe and Demi pulled on their families back in 2010.

What if it wasn't really a prank? They had a plan. They would have a long engagement then after about a year, they'd go their separate ways. But then their plan fell apart… When Demi finds herself pregnant and alone, who will she turn to for help?

Selena's been in love with her best friend for years but has never told her about her feelings. When Demi shows up at her door needing her help, Selena can't say no to her and decides that if a friend is all she could be, she'd gladly take it. However, as the girls become closer, feelings change and each of them fears the other one finding out. What happens when secrets are revealed and feelings come out?

A Demena love story! (Brief J/D, then D/S all the way!)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This story is the product of my imagination and wishful thinking on my part of what would happen if Demi and Selena ever got together so this story in no way depicts reality so please don't sue me.

Rating: T

Lightweight

Chapter 1

I'm a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart, oh
Falling apart

Demi's POV

Joe and I sat on my bed in complete silence, both pale in the face and I was shaking uncontrollably. After a few minutes, a choked sob escaped my lips. Joe wrapped his arm around my shoulders and tried to pull me into his side, but I jerked away from him. "What are we going to do," he whispered as he covered his face with his hands then ran them through his hair. "Abortion is out of the question," I stated firmly. Not only was I past the point to have one, but I believe that everything should have a chance at life, no matter the circumstances. Joe remained silent, still shocked from the news I had just given him. "And I don't know if I could go through nine months then have to give it up," I said as I thought about it. Well, three of those months were already out of the way. I'd gone to the doctor earlier today and she'd confirmed that I was thirteen weeks along. I had only found out I was pregnant less than a week ago and I already felt some sort of attachment towards it. It was a part of me and I didn't think I could go through life knowing that my child was out there somewhere, being raised by someone else.

"You're going to keep it," he stated matter-of-factly, no emotion in his voice. "Yeah…I am," I hesitated a few moments before I slowly brought my hand up to my stomach. I looked down as I began to move my thumb in small strokes over it. This…baby…there, I finally said it… was going to change my whole life. It already had. I was so unsure about everything now and scared of what would happen. Everything I'd worked so hard for could come crashing down. For Joe too. He was being so quiet and solemn, so unlike his usual self, and I yearned to see the sparkle of mischief in his eyes and the bright smile on his face again.

"Do…Do you want to keep the baby," I asked pensively. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he felt about all this. He fiddled with his hands in his lap for a few minutes before he responded. "I kind of have mixed feelings about it," he admitted honestly and I felt my heart drop at his words. Did he want to give the baby up for adoption? I had already decided that I wanted to raise this baby, but was Joe going to be there to help? I don't know if I can do this alone. I was broken out of my thoughts as Joe continued to talk, "but I think we should keep the baby too. We need to face the consequences and take responsibility for our actions. I'm so sorry, Dem. This is all my fault. I should have been more careful." Joe appeared a little green in the face before he buried his face in his hands.

I felt uneasy at his words, remembering the night it happened. We'd only done it once. It was so cliché to get pregnant your first time, but here we were. My first time wasn't what I had thought it would be like. It was rushed and a little rough. It had been more painful and uncomfortable than anything and I had wondered why everyone talked about sex being sensual and pleasurable when my experience had been anything but. It had felt as if my insides were being stretched too tight to bear and I had winced a little every time he had thrust into me. I couldn't help but sigh in relief when he had finally pulled out. I hadn't let him touch me like that since.

"We used protection, Joe. It's not 100% effective. There's always room for… error," I said awkwardly. "Still, I should have been more careful!" Joe shouted as he rose to his feet and started pacing across the floor, "In fact, we should have never had sex in the first place! Then we wouldn't be in the situation we are now!" "Are you saying you regret that night," I asked, hurt evident in my voice and my expression. Don't get me wrong, a part of me regrets that night because not only did I lose my virginity, but I felt like I had lost my friend as well. Things hadn't been the same between us since that night. "A part of me does," Joe replied as he ran a hand through his hair, "I mean I'm glad it was you I got to share my first time with but if I had known that it would lead to this, I wouldn't have gone through with it." "Oh," I answered softly, lowering my head to hide the tears starting to fall down my face as I placed my hand back on my abdomen. It hurt to know that he thought of our baby as a mistake. Sure we didn't plan it and the timing was all wrong, but a child should never be considered a mistake.

Joe noticed me crying and he sighed as he sat back down on the bed and took my free hand into his own, squeezing it gently, "I'm going to be here for you and the baby. We're in this together." I felt some comfort in the gesture, but for some reason his words didn't feel as sincere. It felt like he was pulling away from me, distancing himself, and that unsettled me. The words he spoke and his actions belied the meaning behind them and his body language was telling me that he was uncomfortable. He was tense all over, his back was rigid, facial expression strained, and his hand was sweaty against mine. Fear washed over me. Was Joe really going to be there for me? Then a sudden thought overpowered me and I choked on a sob, "How are we going to tell our parents?" My mind was all over the place, racing with thoughts, and I could barely register one before jumping to another. "We should probably get married first," Joe muttered quietly but I heard him and turned to him with wide eyes. "W-What," I asked breathlessly as I pulled my hand from his. "Demi, you know how religious my parents are. They'll be pissed we had sex and they'll want us to get married, most likely as soon as possible, before you start showing," Joe said with an uneasy expression on his face. "But I don't want to get married right now! I'm too young, I'm only seventeen!" I cried out as I covered my face. I was too young for all of this. I wasn't ready to be married or be a mother!

"Well, we're too young to be having a baby, but that didn't stop us! You think I want to get married? I still have my whole life ahead of me," Joe shouted in exasperation as he stood and threw his hands out to his sides. "Yeah, while my whole life has changed," I replied bitterly with tears falling down my cheeks at the realization that Joe wasn't going to help me raise the baby. "You don't have to carry this baby for another six months. You won't have to be hounded by the press and paparazzi asking you about every little detail of your pregnancy or see pictures of yourself with a huge stomach plastered all over magazines. You won't be hated by your fans when you were once a role model to them. Your music and acting career won't be shot to hell. You can just go on your merry little way, can't you? I thought you were going to support me, Joe?" He sighed and lowered his head, rubbing his eyes. Silence ensued for a minute or two before he responded, "I am going to support you, Demi. You're my best friend and I love you. I'm just not ready to be a father. I will help you out financially-" I cut him off as I turned away from him, my whole body shaking with unreleased sobs. "You don't want the baby," I stated, feeling as if my heart was breaking. "Not really, no," he whispered as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

It was quiet for a few minutes as I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about everything, before I finally replied with a heavy sigh, "Fine, Joe. I will raise this baby on my own." It hurt knowing that Joe didn't want the baby. What was even worse was that he wasn't going to support me. I didn't really care about the money. I had enough right now to keep us going for a while, but a baby cost a lot. Plus, I didn't want Joe to have some kind of hold over me or the baby, like if later on he decided he wanted to be a part of the baby's life. No, what was worst of all was that I needed someone to be there for me, to help me, and I didn't know who to turn to. I rose from the bed and started to walk out of the room, not wanting to be around him at that moment. "Demi, wait," Joe called out. I stopped, but I refused to face him. "I still want to be there for you, help you with anything you need," Joe protested as he gently touched my shoulder, "Dem, I don't want to lose you. I need you in my life." I nodded silently. I needed him too. He was one of my best friends and we had known each other since we were young. It was hard imagining my life without him in it.

"What are we going to do about our parents? You said yours will make us get married," I said quietly as I turned back to sit on the bed again. "Well, we could tell them we plan to get married, but we want to have a long engagement. We could draw it out for a year or so then tell them we broke up," Joe suggested. "Do you think they would let us do that, have a long engagement, especially if I'm pregnant," I asked as I looked up at him. "Maybe. Even though my parents are traditional, they are a bit modern as well. I think that as long as we show that we are committed to each other, like being engaged, they will let us wait a while to get married. But we won't know until we tell them," Joe said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I say we tell them we're engaged, but let's not tell them about the baby until I start showing. And we should tell them when they're all together so we don't have to go around telling every single person in our families," I replied. "There's a quick way we could do that," Joe responded and I saw a slight sparkle in his eyes, a hint of the old Joe, the Joe I knew and loved, returning.

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "We could write a text message and address it to everyone so they all get it at the same time," he explained. "It's a bit impersonal…" I responded, biting my bottom lip in uncertainty, "but I'm not really ready to face our parents just yet, so let's do it." With that statement, Joe and I composed a simple message that was sent to everyone in our families.

We're engaged! :)

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