Remember last names changed. A/N at end.


For the hundredth time that evening, Selena shut her laptop with a groan.

Why? Why does she even bother going on it, when she knows there's nothing but problems lurking on the other side. And the actress wasn't just talking about tabloids or haters.

In fact, she'd chose those negative forces over the one that's practically controlling her life.

If I have to hear him ask me one more time where I am, who I'm with, what I'm doing...I'm going to...

Going to what, Selena? A stupid voice in her head asked. Break up with him?

She shut her eyes and dropped her head in her hands. Her fingertips brushed a large band aid, which was covering the wound Nick had dealt her.

It was for that reason that the girl was sitting in her bedroom, sulking like a fourteen year old.

The actress turned her attention to the beautiful dress hanging off her closet.

Tonight was suppose to be special. She was suppose to be at an Oscar party...suppose to meet some of her greatest mentors...have highly expensive food...suppose to be in a same room as her.

Instead, here Selena was, surfing the goddamn web, watching Miley fucking Stewart walk down the red carpet in the most stunning dresses. Reading as loyal fan's posted updates of the Houston Rodeo on Twitter, complementing the four stars of Hollywood as they watched them wow a crowd of 70,000 people. Cursing as her favorite picks lose their chances of winning an Academy Award. And hopelessly waiting as the pictures of the one always on her mind surface.

All because her charming boyfriend 'accidentally' slapped her in the face. She couldn't appear in public like that.

You're probably getting your period soon, Selena mentally noted, as the rants in her head raged on.

The self-pity was too much, she had to admit. Everything was her fault, after all.

Collapsing on her bed, she forced sleep to overcome her. Wrapping her self tightly in her sheets and gray sweater, memories of that one fated night resurfaced in her head.


Demi found the perfect dress after the perfect after noon in the perfect city of Houston with her perfect fans and was now patiently awaiting a perfect day to end with a perfect night at a perfect Oscar party with her perfect friends.

So why the hell was she feeling so miserable?!

Something inside of her just won't make up it's mind. Everything about that Sunday was absolutely wonderful. The thrill of standing on stage performing for one of her biggest crowds in her own home state...it should have lifted her spirits. She did leave the Rodeo with a big smile, but it was all fake fake fake.

Something was missing.

And Demi knew all too well what it was. Or should she say who it was.

She stopped her trail of thoughts before it went that way for the millionth time that evening.

Leaning back in the airplane seat, Demi quickly smiled at Nick, "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up if we get there."

Nick returned her smile, eyes not leaving the brightness of his laptop. "Night."

She knew who he was so distracted by...Demi could tell by the tension in his eyes, yet the small smile playing at his lips. It disgusted her. It made her want to scream. It made her want to snatch the laptop away and slam it in his head-

Instead she closed her eyes, because goddamn it, she just might.

--

"Kevin, just throw the damn ball!"

"Joe, shut up, Demi is sleeping!"

"Both of you shut it!" Nick hissed beside her. From the darkness of her eyelids, the singer could tell the brothers silenced at Nick's demand. She could imagine them sitting back down, guilty faces washing over them.

That was a nice nap, she thought. Moving slightly. Her head was almost resting on Nick's shoulder, she realized. Yet, the drowsiness still present prevented her from caring to do anything about it. Demi decided falling back to sleep was the best option at that moment, considering they were still in the air.

But the rapid tapping on keys awoke her further.

This dude was still online?

Despite the heavy load on them, her eyes slowly opened. It went unnoticed by Nick, who was so busy glaring at the screen. Demi shut her eyes once more, realizing her was indeed, messaging Selena.

My Selena, she thought bitterly.

Her eyes opened once more, slightly curious as to what these two talked about all the time. Oh god, Demi thought, panic washing her, if they were the type of couple who...

No, no. Demi thought with a mental sigh. Selena was not like that.

Don't lie.

The voice pretty much came from no where. Her body did that weird thing it normally does when she's suddenly hit with bad memories. Like the times when she'd remember embarrassing herself in front of her class, or the numerous times she'd recall forgetting the lyrics to her songs at concerts...her body heated up drastically, sending painful chills down her spine, heart pounding against her ribcage as her temple pulsed along with it.

"Demi...I...I can't do this anymore." her voice was pleading. Demi stared at the older girl, who was on her knees now, fat drops of tears escaping her eyes. "I ha-have to t-tell you..."

"Selena, honey." The singer hated when she cried. It was practically a stab in her heart with each rolling tear. Demi would feel hopeless, watching as the object of her life fell into pieces. "Tell me, Sel. Please." Her own tears had fallen at this point. Yet, Demi was clueless as to why the two were balling. Something was troubling Selena; it had been for the past three weeks.

"Demi...I..." her voice cracked and she sobbed louder than before. She wrapped her arms around the one in distress, holding her tightly.

"I love you, Sel. No matter what, you know that, don't you?"

The rest was a painful cloud of memories. Demi had wired her brain to completely neglect those moments, sort of like the scenario in Harry Potter with Slughorn and the memories of young Riddle.

Oh, god. I did not just reference the turning point of my life to Harry Potter.

Fortunately, before Demi continued to dwell on the past, a loud hiss erupted from the one inches away from her. The singer remained still, pretending to be asleep.

If she continued to do this, going unnoticed, she could probably read their conversation.

The thought of reading something Selena was saying at the moment brought a dizzy, lightheaded feeling to her.

Her eyes opened to see a, thankfully, large window, displaying their entire conversation.

NJ123: just put some peroxide on it...or something.

Demi shifted her position to get a better view, something Nick would register as 'getting in a more comfortable position in her sleep'.

SelGomygawd: Nick, you cant just do that...but wutever it doesn matter.

NL123: Well u keep compaining bout it.

SelGomygawd: I am not. you brought it up.

NL123: I was just making sure you weren't going to the party. a bruise like dat wud be distracting lol

Demi's brows twitched. Bruise? She shut her eyes, controlling her emotions.

Selena wasn't going to the party... because of a bruise. This somehow infuriated her...what idiot...

Opening it once more, Selena had replied:

SelGomygawd: I noe. just don't hit me next time.

It took all her everything in her power not to have jumped up at the spot. Nick had hit Selena? Demi could feel the heat rushing to her face in anger. If this couldn't be reason enough for her to hate the bastard, Demi didn't know what.

Nick was late in responding, stretching for the moment. He went back and typed up:

NL123: yea, wutever. what are you doing tmrw?

SelGomygawd: wat I always do...

NL123: mmm, just plz dont make me mad by hanging out w/ that guy again. It pisses me off, u already know that.

SelGomygawd: Nick, just hanging out with my cousin pisses you off.

NL123: What r u insinuating?

SelGomygawd: nothing

NL123: rly caz it seems to me that u think im controlling.

SelGomygawd: I don't think that.

NL123: Even when you're online it's pretty easy to tell when your lying.

No matter how much of a jerk Nick was being, Demi had to agree. Back in the days, when Selena was an open book, when she knew her like Demi knew herself, when she was Selena, Demi could always tell when her girl was lying. That's one of the many perks in their relationship, or what it used to be. They never held anything back, it would have been useless.

NL123: but ur right. i am controlling, i understand that. i just want ppl to know that you are mine. kinda like that vampire. haha

Something within Demi snapped. The hand furthest away from the douche gripped the arm seat tightly.

SelGomygawd: im just not comfortable with you saying that...

NL123: haha, get used to it. I love you, okay?

Demi could practically here the snapping.

SelGomygawd: i love u 2...i g2g.

NL123: no dont leave...my plane doesn't land till 8. plus, dont you want to know about demi?

The said girl stopped fuming and stared intently at the screen. Come on Sel...don't you want to know about me? Do you even care about me anymore?

SelGomygawd: No, I have to go.

NL123: Come on, Im sure youll be interested to know shes sleeping on my shoulder.

SelGomygawd: k bye

NL123: u know her and joe are reeeallly close, i think she might have a thing for him.

This bitch...

SelGomygawd: thats nice. bye. have fun at the party.

NL123: o i will.

And she was gone.


"You were reading my conversation with Selena." Nick stated, throwing Demi off. She rounded on him, a shocked expression on her face.

"What?" her voice faltered. Nick smirked and shut the door behind them.

"I'm not stupid, Demi. It was pretty obvious." he said. Her face dropped into a frown. Eyes boring into his. "Why do you think I mentioned you at the end?"

She stepped around him, heading towards her dress that was laying on the seat of the dressing room. "I need to change. Just get out."

"Demi," his hand fell on her shoulder and she immediately pushed it off, turning on him with a glare. "I love you like a sister, you know that. But could you please leave my private life alone?"

She couldn't take it. No, she wouldn't back down now. Through gritted teeth, Demi said, "When you start beating up your girlfriend...it becomes everyone's business, Lucas."

A tense moment of silence passed between them.

He suddenly broke it with a chuckle, "Wow, Dems, wow. I- I can't believe you. After all she has done to you...she still has you wrapped around her finger."

She remained silent, letting the truth to the words sink in. After all she has done...

"She destroyed you, Demi," Nick's voice was now sympathetic. He was leaning in, hand simply resting on her shoulder, as she stared at her feet. "yet...you're still in love. I- I don't understand that. How could you forgive-"

"Don't." the harshness in her voice surprised her. "I have not- will not- ever forgive her, Nick. So shut the hell up"

He leaned back against a desk, arms now crossed. She hated that look on his face. As if he knew everything about her. About them.

"Then it's settled. You stay out of my business. I'll stay away from yours."

She thought of they way he was treating her over the messenger. Two years ago, Demi would have never guess Nick was this sort of guy. If she did...she would have prevented them from ever meeting.

To stay away from their business would mean walking away from the pain he was causing her...

"Fine." she replied. A satisfied smile appeared on his smug face.

...She had done it once, and she had no doubt in her mind she could do it again.

"Great."

Because Selena's pain could never amount to the pain she inflicted on Demi.


"I...I can't even look at you."

Selena gripped Demi's leg's tighter, tears drenching the light blue fabric. "Please," the word came out as a half sob, half scream.

Demi took a step back, eyes never leaving the wall in front of her. This could not be happening.

"D-Demi...nobody is perfect. I-I'm not perfect, Dems, please!"

"Let go of me." it just was a whisper. But Selena had never heard Demi's voice so...dead...blank. Nothing.

Selena would forever regret doing so. Yet, in the end, she did let go.

She watched as the one thing that brought her pure happiness...walk away.


So who else is kind of tired of Selena being the victim? IMO I think she's the one that ignited their whole fall out. There are clues everywhere ;)

I'm not trying to hate, but I'm getting tired of all this Miley Cyrus- Last Song Promo stuff,

Dumbadosis.