Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned :(
Summary: Selena and Miley may not be friends, but Miley cared about Demi and Selena. One day, she records a drunk Demi singing a very...interesting remix of Ashley by Escape The Fate. Miley shows Selena and fluff ensues.
Warnings: Profanity, possibly mentions of sex and body parts.
A/N: So. Yeah. This is chapter two. Uhm, review...? Heh. Okay, well, I'm going to stop typing now.

"M...Miley? Wh-what, why are you calling me?" Selena sounded a little panicked and nervous obviously not used to talking to the other girl. Miley didn't think she had made that bad of an impression on Selena. Then again, she could be a bit of a bitch when it came to some things, especially back when these things regarded the youngest Jonas. She was now over and done with him, she had her eyes set on someone else.

"Uhm... I kind of need to show you something," She heard the beginning of a protest, Selena most likely thinking it was something bad. Miley knew though, how to rope in the Texan. Before Selena could get a word out, Miley quickly interrupted.

"It's about Demi." The voice on the other end suddenly got quiet, no words of protest escaping her. Miley heard a small rustle and looked over, seeing Demi move over and start mumbling incoherent words. She moved towards the door, grabbing her room key before closing the door with a gentle click.

"Is there something wrong with her? What... What happened?" Selena was starting to get worried. Miley smiled a bit, she still cared about Demi after all of this time. It was pretty cute, she had to admit. It's rare that you see someone harbor feels for another so strong that they would still posses them even after so long apart. As stupid as it sounded, they gave Miley hope that maybe one day when all was right in the world that she'll be able to have someone care that deeply for her.

"She's fine, Sel," She could almost feel the other girl flinch at the nickname, "It's really the opposite. What I need to show you is good to say the least." Miley said cryptically, knowing it would reel the curious girl in. She felt like James Bond, or a ninja for some reason. Maybe it was the Demi-Not-Knowing part that made her like that. All she needed now was theme music. In her head the heard the Mission Impossible theme song in her head, do do do do do do do do do do do do-dodo do-dodo do-dodo. Okay, so she was still a kid, give her a break.

"Miley...? Why are you singing the Mission Impossible theme song...?" Miley felt heat rise in her cheeks. Good thing she couldn't see that, that's pretty embarrassing. She needed to be careful next time she had a burst of spaz as she liked to call it, or next time it could be in front of Ta... She expelled her that thought from her head.

"Uh... that was the T.V...? That's besides the point, do you want to meet or not?" The Southerner asked, though it came out more as a statement then a question.

"I...I guess. As long as it's nothing bad, like she kicked someone in the balls or something. And if it's about someone she's dating, I don't want to know that either." Selena had so much bitterness and resentment in the last statement, Miley knew in her heart that there was no way this girl wasn't in love with Demi. It was so blatant at times, Miley wondered how the paps hadn't caught on faster. That comment in the airport had her giddy for weeks, thinking that someone would realize that they were in love, but no. The people these days!

"Do you want to meet in the Starbucks downtown? I'm free all day tomorrow so anytime is good for me, so long as it's not too early in the morning." Because that's when I'm going to be on hang over duty. She heard Selena softly talking to someone on the other line, most likely asking about her schedule.

"I'm filming tomorrow from 7 to 3, but afterward I'm free. Taylor's spending the day with her family so..." Miley felt herself blush slightly at the mention of the other girl.

"Okay... Do you want to meet at say 4 o'clock?" She heard gentle a sure mumbled, but Miley heard the longing in that one word. The longing for someone she was sure she had lost, if even for a little bit of time. The longing for the returned love she posses and is willing to give. Selena's been through a lot, enough for Miley to tip her hat (if she had one on), to the girl. She thought she lost the person she loved, but kept living. Someone once told her that dying was easy and living was hard. But that was with love in it. Selena was strong, as strong as Miley hoped to be one day.

"Hey Selena?" Miley said in a gentle voice.

"...Yeah?"

"Please come."

"Okay..."

"Thank you." Miley waited for the click on the other line that seemed almost hesitant. Tomorrow, Selena hopefully won't hold that longing in her voice, or in her heart. Tomorrow, Miley was going to put back the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle.

A/N: Good, bad, horrible? (By the way, your thoughts on the Taylor/Miley situation. Yay or Nay?)