Title: The Home (3/?)

Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: T?
A/N: Decided to start… A MULTICHAPTERED FIC! I'm sorry for not updating, I haven't been inspired, I hope this is okay (: x
Disclaimer: Didn't happen between these two girls, although it may have happened between some other random girls.
Summary: Demi and Selena both live in a group home, they share a room, they're both 15 (sorry, I just don't know if they'd have to leave the foster home if they were 17), and are both closet lesbians. What will happen? :O

Demi's POV (aged 17 as I now know that they have to leave when they're 18, not 16)

It's now been 5 years since I met her, and five years since I've loved her, and guess what? I'm still in love with her, and I'm still in the closet, and I'm still perving on her whenever she's getting changed… or did I leave that part out last chapter? Well, yes, every time she gets changed, I start practically drooling over her.

We were sitting on my bed, laughing and talking, we were playing truth or dare between the two of us, which made it funny, because there was only 2 of us.

Well, it was funny, until I stupidly picked truth.

"What's your biggest secret? Something nobody knows about you?" She asked me curiously. Her eyes were staring straight into mine, and I knew that I would have to tell her. I can't lie to her, I couldn't even if I tried.

"Do I have to tell you?" I asked, hoping she would let me off. Of course, I'm not that lucky.

"Yes. I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to know everything anyway." She said with a smile, I looked down at the bed sheets, hesitating. "Demi, what is it? You can tell me, you know you can, I wont judge you." She said as she reached out and took my hand in hers, rubbing her thumb gently against my skin.

"You might not, but you won't wanna share a room with me after I tell you." I told her, with my eyes still fixed on the bed sheets, whilst I tried to stop my heart from racing at the contact between us.

"I promise, Demz, nothing is gonna make me wanna change rooms, okay? You're my best friend, I love you, no matter what, okay?" She said reassuringly. I smiled. She said she loved me. She said it all the time though, she didn't mean it in the way I wanted her too. She didn't mean it in the way I meant it.

"You swear?" I asked, as I looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with honesty.

"Yes, sweetie, I swear, okay? Now, what's your biggest secret." She asked with a smile.

"I… You know I've never had a boyfriend, right?" I asked her, hoping she'd catch on, She just nodded, listening intently. "I… That's not because I've never had the offer, I have… It's… Because I don't like any boys… I never have… I… I'm…" I couldn't finish my sentence. I couldn't find the words, I've never been comfortable with the word lesbian, I don't know why, but I don't like it.

"A lesbian?" She asked, saving me the discomfort of saying it myself. I nodded, my eyes back on the bed sheets. She squeezed my hand lightly, and put her free hand under my chin, lifting my face up, I still kept looking down. "Demi, look at me." She said firmly. I looked up, and to my surprise, didn't find any anger or hatred in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. She shook her head, and removed her hand from my chin.

"Don't apologise, sweetie. It's okay, it's really okay. It doesn't bother me, you're my best friend, you will be no matter what, okay? It doesn't matter to me whether you like girls or boys, I just want you to be happy, okay?" She asked, never looking away from my eyes. I nodded, and smiled weakly.

"If you don't wanna talk to me anymore, I understand, you don't have to say you're okay with it if you're not." I said honestly, she laughed quietly, and squeezed my hand again.

"Demi, listen to me, okay?" She asked. I nodded, listening intently to every word that left her luscious lips, Like always. "I love you. You're the best friend I've ever had. Something small like your sexuality is not going to change that, if you want to date girls, you go ahead, okay? It really doesn't bother me. I love you no matter what, I always will." She said, before she pulled me into a hug. I smiled, and gripped her Shirt tightly. Her hair smelt like coconuts. It wasn't an unfamiliar smell, we all had to use the same hair products in this place.

"I love you too, but I really do understand if you want to move out of this room." I muttered quietly into her shoulder. She pulled away abruptly and looked at me as if I was mad.

"Demetria Devonne Lovato, I am not moving out of this room, have you not listened to a word I've said? I am not affected by the fact that you like girls, okay? I'm not moving out of this room, I'm not going to be awkward with you, and I'm not going to change anything about the way I act around you, understood?" She asked bluntly. I smiled, and nodded.

"Y-Yeah, thanks, Sel. You really are amazing, you know that? I really don't know what I'd do without you." I told her truthfully. She smiled, and reached forward, to kiss my head.

"I'm not, but I'll always be here when you need me, and that's a promise." She said with a smile, I nodded, and silently thanked her by nodding.

"Can I ask you something though?" She asked, after a few minutes of us just sitting there, cross legged on my bed, looking at each other. She was still rubbing my hand, which I hadn't noticed until she spoke.

"Anything."

"How long… How long have you known?" She asked nervously. I shrugged. Honestly, I wasn't sure how long I'd known for.

"I'm not sure… I was young, even when I was in the 3rd grade, I think I knew deep down that I was… that way. I just didn't know what it meant, you know? I didn't know what a lesbian was, the way people talked about it, I thought it was some kind of disease or something. Whenever the girls were going on about the 'class cutie' I didn't see it, I always just sat there and thought 'He's not good looking'. And then, when all the girls had their first kisses in the 4th grade, I was the one that hadn't had mine, and that didn't want mine to be with a boy." I explained, thinking back to when I was in grade school.

"Wow. When did you have your first kiss then?" She asked, completely oblivious to the fact that she was my first kiss.

"I've only ever had one kiss in my life… and that was with you." I confessed. Her eyes widened with shock, and she got an awful look of guilt across her features. I immediately felt bad.

"Oh my god! Demi, I'm so sorry, I drunkenly made your first kiss horrible! I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry." She apologised repeatedly. I squeezed her hand, and she stopped talking.

"Hey, it's okay, you obviously don't remember that much about that night… I kissed you, not the other way around." I told her, hoping to refresh her memory of that night. She seemed less guilty, but she didn't completely look relieved yet.

"But still, I'm sorry…" She trailed off.

"Look, it's really okay, I'm actually glad that you were my first kiss. You're my best friend, I know you, it's not like you're some random kid from the streets that I don't know anything about. You made my first kiss special, because it was with you, not some stranger that was just gonna ruin it for me." It was partly true, I just left out the part about the fact that I'm madly in love and wouldn't want my first kiss to be with anyone else.

"Are you sure? You're not just saying that because you want to make me feel better, are you?" She asked me.

"Yes, Selena, I'm sure, really, don't worry." I said honestly. She smiled, and opened her mouth to speak again.

"Okay, and for the record, you were the best first kiss I could've asked for as well. It was better than it being with someone I don't know, and the best part is that nothing between us went awkward after it." She said with a content smile on her face. I smiled back, and we sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, until Selena spoke again.

"Okay, well, It's my turn, and I pick… Dare." She said bravely. I smirked, and concocted a dare in my head.

"I dare you to… go into the kitchen, grab a carton of Orange Juice, and pour it over Edward's bed, and pretend like he 'had an accident'." I smiled evilly. Edward was the 14 yeard old who moved here a few months ago because his parents couldn't handle him anymore. Since he's been here, he's done nothing but slag us off, and caused arguments.

She nodded, and got off my bed, and went downstairs. She came back up a few minutes later with a carton of orange juice under her shirt.

We went to Edwards room, he wasn't in there, he was most likely to be terrorising one of the younger kids.

She took the cap off, bent over the bed, and poured in a patch, to make it look real.

Not only did she just get back at Edward, but when she bent over, I got an amazing view up her mini-skirt.

She was wearing blue underwear today, but not any blue underwear, blue thongs.

Nothing changed, just because she now knew I was gay, doesn't mean I'm gonna stop secretly staring at her when she reveals just a little more skin than we're allowed.