A/N:*****READ****** Before anyone gets confused, yes Demi and Selena are ten. They are very mature and independent for their age and know about sex. THEY DO NOT HAVE SEX AT AGE TEN. I AM NOT WEIRD LIKE THAT. NO OFFENSE IF YOU LIKE THAT KIND OF STUFF. DEMI IS JUST A MAJOR FLIRT AND IS NOT VERY EDUMACATED WHICH MAKES HER SAY STUFF THAT SHE AINT SPOSE TO SAY LIKE 'HAY SELENA U SECKSY' OH COME ON, DON'T YOU KNOW 6TH GRADERS HAVE SEX NOW? THE POINT IS, KIDS GROW UP FAST.
Demi awoke unwillingly, glaring at the person who was repeatedly prodding her face with a lone sliver of hay. She wasn't the happiest person in the world today; she only slept three hours on a pallet of rough and itchy fodder. That certainly wasn't sufficient enough for a growing ten-year old.
"Hey!" She complained, blindly swinging her hands to stop the nuisance. The prodding continued, more so than before, causing Demi to growl in annoyance at her best friend.
"Hay is for horses." The other girl quipped. She was crouched and hovering over Demi, wearing dusty overalls with mismatching buttons. Her favorite pair. [Demi's favorite pair on her, not Selena's.] Her hair was falling in rivulets over her shoulders, and some stuck to her forehead. Her cheeks were painted pink, from running here, or from the blistering hot sun. Demi knew it was probably the first one, Selena always got overexcited when she was released from the house and got to play with her.
"Then why are you tryin' to feed me it?" Demi drawled, pinching the hay between her thumb and index finger right before it came into contact with her face. She made eye-contact with the girl, daring her to try something. She waited for her to snatch the hay from her grasp and continue poking her, but she never moved. Selena seemed to be lost in Demi's eyes.
Chuckling, Demi picked the hay from her fingertips and slid it into her mouth, lightly sucking on it. This isn't the first time this had happened. It's been happening a lot more lately though. Her anger dissipated due to the pout forming on Selena's face once she realized her game was over. Though, she wouldn't hold it against Selena to pick up another and continue prodding her.
"I missed you." Selena whispered. She sounded so small, Demi thought. It made her want to wrap the girl in a hug. Demi couldn't fathom how much the girl depended on her, she couldn't. Selena lived with just her father; her mother had died at birth. Her father was barely home, working all the time. She had a better relationship with the farmers that dropped by to check on her, father's orders.
At least he cared that much, Demi thought bitterly. Selena's dad was a nice guy, but him and her had no emotional connection. He was just… there. When he came home at midnight every night, he would hang up his coat and hat on the hook attached to the door, make Selena's lunch for school the next day, walk up to her bedroom and plant a kiss on her head and then go to sleep. She was pretty lucky from Demi's perspective.
But Demi knew that Selena couldn't live like that, she had too many feelings. Demi's not sure how many times she's comforted Selena because of her Dad. He never said anything to her, but that was the problem. Demi knew she could live like that though, with Selena's dad. She had self-taught herself to hold her tongue, and her feelings in. They all poured out when it came to Selena though. She's the only one to see her cry. Not even her own mother has.
"Sel, it's only been two days," She joked, trying to avoid the subject of Selena's unhappiness.
"I-I know… But…" She stuttered and Demi frowned as she saw tears start to spring in her eyes. She gingerly wrapped Selena in a hug, trying to show her she was here, and she cared. "Selena, baby, don't cry, you're better than this. Better than him." Demi tried to console her. That just made Selena turn into a blubbering mess of tears as she clutched Demi tighter, soaking her white T-shirt. Demi whispered in her ear lightly a string of sorry's, and I love you's. Once her sobs died down Demi slowly rubbed her back as her hiccups began to slow. She pulled away from the embrace, leading a puffy-eyed Selena to sniffle and pull her forcibly back, clutching her tighter this time.
"Relax Selly, I'm not leavin'." Demi choked, releasing Selena's vice grip from her torso and lightly pushing her head up from the crook of her neck. Before she could open her mouth to question, Demi held a finger up signaling for her to wait.
Demi reached behind her and pulled her beat up leather rucksack into her lap, unbuckling the top flap quickly and pulling out a red folded handkerchief. She fastened the buckle again and threw the bag behind her carelessly.
She scooted back over to Selena and offered the clean fragment of fabric to her. Selena stared at it in awe, She's only seen these kinds on the rich folks that stop by to buy a plot of land every once in a while. She gently rubbed her fingertips over it, feeling how pliable and soft it was under the pressure.
"Demi… how did you get this? Its… silk?" Selena couldn't believe it, but then again she was pretty sure Demi could do anything. Demi smiled brightly at her, dimples peeking out.
"I worked for it. Did a few errands for some rich folk. Went into town, bought stuff for em', picked up dry cleanin'. They learn't to trust me real good after that." Demi said with a wistful smile as Selena stared at her in awe now.
"I can really use it?" Selena asked, unsure.
"Course' ya can." Demi chuckled. What would Demi use it for anyway? "Actually," Demi started right as Selena was about to blow her nose into it. "You can keep it." She grinned.
"Really?" Selena was bouncing up and down in the hay making squealing noises.
"Yes. Really." Demi stated simply as Selena attacked her with a hug and peppered her face with kisses. Demi chuckled at Selena's antics and blushed as Selena pulled away, staring happily at the silk.
Demi saw wheels churning in Selena's head as she settled back down. She stared at her confused as Selena's happiness turned to anger.
"Demetria Devonne Lovato! Don't tell me you're staying in the barn at night!" Selena yelled, angrily stuffing the fabric in her overall pocket.
"Um… okay. I'm not staying in the barn at night…?" She replied meekly, wringing her fingers together nervously and looking anywhere but at the girl in front of her. Selena always scolded her for staying in the barn when 'You have a perfectly nice home to sleep in'. To which she replied, 'That ain't no home, it's a house'.
Selena pointed to Demi's bag behind her and Demi hung her head in shame.
Selena looked at her sternly. "Why you always gotta be strong, Demi?" The girl shook her head and took Demi's hand, intertwining their fingers. Their hands molded perfectly. Like a horse and saddle.
Looking into Demi's eyes she said, "I know I'm not the strongest person, I'm not. But you can't be strong all the time." Demi bit her lip hard as she saw tears forming in her best friend's eyes again, as well as her own.
"I ain't strong Selena, if I was… I'd be sleepin' inside right now." Demi whispered almost inaudibly. Demi saw Selena trying to remember something, she hoped that she wouldn't. She shouldn't have to remember. Demi knew that Selena knew her mom. She had met her a couple of times and she seemed a bit strict, but that wasn't anything new. Demi didn't talk about her except for once…
Demi saw the change in Selena's demeanor, and if looks could kill, she'd be dead and to hell right now.
"What did she do to you?" Selena growled protectively, clasping Demi's wrist in her hand and forcing her to look into the girl's chocolate eyes.
"N-nothing Selena, I'm fine." Demi lied. She was always bad at lying, but only to Selena. Selena was always very protective of Demi, and had uncharacteristically beaten up three kids at school for bullying her. Selena didn't have a mean bone in her body, but when it came to Demi… everything changed, everything.
"Tell me." Selena demanded, gripping her wrist tighter so it almost felt like an Indian burn.
"It was a week ago, it don't matter anymore. The past is the past, that's why it's called the past." Demi tried shrugging it off but Selena wasn't having it.
"The past is the past but it still leaves a scar!" Selena's yell reverberated throughout the barn causing the pigeons on the roof to squabble away into flight quickly. She was grabbing Demi's wrist even tighter now and Demi saw white surrounding her hand. Selena was cutting off her circulation.
Demi sighed; she may as well get this over with. What's Selena gonna do to her mom? Tie her shoelaces together? Demi would get blamed for that too somehow and get hit again. Demi sucked in a mass of air, filling her lungs and closing her eyes tiredly.
"She came home drunk and hit me with a beer bottle." Demi exhaled and lifted her eye lids to look at Selena. The expression Selena wore was the one thing she didn't want to see. Pity.
Selena grabbed Demi's face in her hands, finally letting go of Demi's throbbing wrist. Demi craved the touch and felt her eyelids droop as Selena's pale thumbs worked gently over her face.
"Show me." Selena whispered, her attention drawn from Demi's eyes to now her lips. Demi nodded and noticed Selena's change in her line of sight, causing the younger girl to inwardly smirk.
Demi carefully covered Selena's hands on her face, removing them. She turned her head to give each of the girl's palms a sweet kiss before standing up slowly and turning so her back was facing Selena.
Demi was pretty sure Selena was swooning behind her right now and she swore she had heard the girl whisper, "You kiss by the book."
Demi lightly chuckled to herself and bet that Selena was now promptly glaring holes in her back. Demi, wasting no time, slid her white cotton T-shirt over her head and sent it flying into the animal fodder in front of her. The cold wind enveloped Demi's back and she shivered, but did nothing to cover herself.
She heard Selena gasp and scramble around in the hay and then she felt presence behind her. After that all Demi heard was her own heavy breathing.
"Well?" Demi questioned, tired of the thick silence encumbering them. She hissed as she felt tiny finger pads roam the gash that covered her back. Side-to-side. Up-and-down. Zig-zag. She swayed a bit and then felt Selena reach out, steadying her with a hand on the bare skin of her hip.
"Dem, it's so deep, and…" Selena paused, rubbing her fingers over the wound again. "Fresh."
"This didn't happen a week ago." Selena deadpanned, her fingernails sinking into the flesh of Demi's hip.
"Yes it did, Sel." Demi said firmly, her muscles tensing under Selena's roaming fingers.
"Don't lie to me Demi!" Selena accused her, clutching her tighter and causing Demi to moan in pain.
"I'm not Sel, I-it keeps reopening." She croaked, feeling Selena's death lock lessen. She heard Selena mumble an apology into the back of her neck after placing a kiss there.
Demi smirked to herself as Selena silently began tracing the gash once again. "You really like touching me, don't ya Selly?" Demi drawled cockily. Selena blushed and quickly took her hands off Demi's naked torso, sending Demi crashing to the floor.
"Owwww…." Demi whined. Even though there was hay there, it wasn't enough to cushion the fall.
"Oh my god, Demi!" Selena realized her mistake and kneeled on the floor beside Demi, trying to get the girl up. Most people would think it's annoying, but Demi likes Selena's motherly behavior. She likes when Selena takes care of her. She's never had something like that before. After all, that's one of the reasons Selena is her best friend.
"Heya Demi!" Crashing through the huge oak doors of the wooden barn, was the milk-boy Nick Jones.
Nick was a long-time friend of Demi's, a keeper he was. The Jones and the Lovato's go way back, some even say they opened the first farm here together. Nick went to the same school as Demi and Selena, but Selena didn't like him very much. She thought Nick had a crush on Demi. She was right, but that crush diminished as soon as he saw Selena.
Nick's hopes were crushed though when he saw how Selena interacted with Demi, she was definitely in love. He had never seen anything like it. Short time after, he got himself another girl, Miss Miley Ray Cyrus. He was in love with her, surely. To this day, He's glad about what happened with Selena because he would have never met his little 'Ray of Sunshine'.
Nick was dressed in his uniform, white button down shirt with white pants and black boots, and of course his milk-man hat sat perched on top of his curly head of light brown hair. He was carrying four milk bottles filled to the brim in his metal milk-carrier.
"Is this a bad time?" Nick asked, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot while looking between a glaring Selena and a shirtless confused Demi.
"No, it's a perfect time!" Demi squeaked, haphazardly pulling on her shirt. Selena giggled at Demi's cuteness.
"Baby, it's on backwards." Selena cooed lovingly, eliciting a heavy sigh from Demi as Selena turned her shirt around for her.
Nick chuckled, half from Demi's mishap and half from Selena calling Demi 'Baby'. Selena sent a harsh glare his way and his chuckling seized, causing Demi to smirk inwardly.
Demi loved when Selena got jealous, it was so cute. Jealously was a bad trait to have, but she loved it on Selena.
Demi broke the tension between Nick and Selena, throwing a smile towards him.
"So Nicky boy, what brings you here on this fine day?" Demi laughed, lying on her back with her hands behind her head. Nick loved that Demi acted like she didn't have a care in the world, he could never pretend that.
"Well, I missed you. But that's not why I'm here. I have a letter that needed to be hand delivered from a Miss Taylor." Nick admitted, walking over to Demi and kneeling beside her. He held out the letter for Demi and she read the envelope before stuffing it in her pants carelessly.
"Ah, Taylor Swift. A fine young lass isn't she?" Demi jest. Nick chuckled and she swore she heard Selena growl from her right. Oh, she loved how riled up Selena was getting.
Apparently Nick didn't hear. "Dems, she's thirteen." Nick chuckled.
Nick loved being able to joke around like this, if he played around in his house it would probably end up in breaking something and then a beating for him and his brothers.
"More experience." Demi wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Nick laughed loudly and Demi heard Selena's breaths get shorter and shorter, almost as if she was a fuse ready to explode.
In the distance Demi heard the dinner bell ring and Nick sprung up from his seat, scooping Demi up in a hug and kissing the top of her head before stepping out through the old door.
"Hey Nick!" Demi called out to the retreating boy, grinning to herself.
"Yeah?" Nick yelled back, confused and squinting to see Demi through the sun.
"That uniform fit you real good." Demi drawled with a wink. Nick blushed, he knew Demi was only being flirty to get Selena jealous but it still made him feel weird inside.
"Thanks, you too!" Nick replied. "U-umm I mean… Oh yeah!" Nick snapped into the air, remembering something he had to tell Demi. "The O' Maley's need a farmhand down at their ranch, they was askin' for ya." Nick nodded.
"Sure I'd love to help out that old coot!" Demi quipped causing Nick to let out a hearty laugh.
"Right he is, right he is. Bye Demi, love you!" Nick said his goodbye and went on his way, whistling and twirling the milk in his hands.
As soon as Nick was gone, Selena's palm was on Demi's and she was being twirled around. Selena grabbed Demi's face and planted a firm kiss on Demi's lips that left her feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
"You're my best friend. Not his. Not anybody else's." She growled, looking Demi in the eyes, and finding love there.
"Best friend? Best friends don't kiss each other." Demi said, her face still occupied by Selena's soft hands. This had happened before, and only happens when Selena gets jealous, which is why Demi purposely tries to get Selena jealous. Secretly she thinks Selena knows, but she's okay with that. Because secretly she knows, Selena wants to kiss her.
"Mine." Selena whispers, her eyes burning passionately into Demi's as she slowly leans in to kiss the younger girl again, letting her eyes close and her senses take over.
A/N: So, I came up with this idea while watching the movie Convicted and if you've seen it you're probably like what? Because this isn't anything like it, but you'll see how it will somehow relate to it… hopefully… probably not. Hopefully I'll get to update this a lot this week because I have FCAT and that means no homework yay! But I still have to take the Florida Child Abuse Test :(. It doesn't really stand for that but I wish it did. Darn you FCAT darn you to ****….
SHOULD I CONTINUE?
SHOULD I KILL MYSELF?
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