AUTHORS NOTE
Okay guys, so I worked super hard on this chapter and let me just say, I liked writing it :] I really hope it's up to par for you guys. I know I've made you wait 5 chapters for it, but I think it was worth it lol. Oh and btw, did I mention I don't own Selena or Demi, or anything having to do with them? If I did, I wouldn't have time to be writing this story. Enjoy! Feedback would be really appreciated, especially for this particular chapter.
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Chapter Six.
It's too easy to lose your mind nowadays; especially when you are sixteen years old and in love with your best friend. Your best friend that just happens to be a girl. Not only a girl, but also a famous girl. An incredibly famous, gorgeous, Disney channel star, Demi thinks as she gets ready to head over to the PPP set. Pausing in front of her mirror she admires herself in Selena's Power Rangers shirt. Holding the collar in both of her hands, she breathes in deeply and releases it, meeting her own eyes in the mirror. She even sees Selena in them now. It's been a day since I've admitted it, ten years of the build-up, and now let's see how long it takes me to make it real. Confident in her ability to charm her way into Selena's heart, she throws on a dark red, low v-neck sweatshirt and fixes her hair one last time. Once again looking in the mirror, Demi sets her face into a serious expression, "It's happening so fast, I know that, I do realize that. But I've been with other people, and it's always been missing something. Now that it's donned on me, now that Selena has donned on me, it all makes sense. It's a drive." She nods to herself, as if trying to make her reflection understand, "It's a driving force that I have to make happen. And I will. And once I do it will make sense… it has to." She spins on her heel and walks out of her bedroom and outside of her house, stopping in her tracks as she sees an all too familiar black Escape sitting in her driveway.
Oh what are you doing here? You never pick her up. Why today, why today Selena? Because you're trying to prove to yourself that you don't love her, that's why. Spending more time with her will prove that, I'm sure of it. Selena sits in her parked Ford outside of Demi's house, fumbling through her mind for the right reason to be here, anything to tell Demi that sounds even remotely reasonable. Oh just leave, she'll never know you were here. Putting her key in the ignition –
Knock, knock. Selena jumps about a foot as she looks to her left. Ruh roh. Demi stands outside her door with a smile on her face, a knowing smile. Selena rolls down the window, "Uhm I figured I'd give you a ride, since we were going to the same place… and all… and, oh! And I figured you'd want coffee on the way, and I know how your mom doesn't like to get you coffee…" False Selena, her mom brought us all coffee last week. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Demi bites her lip, desperately trying to hold back laughter as she smiles.
"Good point Sel, so does that mean I can get in…? Or do you wanna just hang in my driveway?" Selena mentally chides herself for being an idiot as she unlocks the car doors.
"Your chariot awaits, madam." Next time, just tell her you're giving her a ride because that's what best friends do.
Demi jumps in the passenger seat and unconsciously touches the bottom of Selena's shirt, maybe wearing this around her wasn't the best idea, she thinks as she glances nervously towards Selena. But who cares? She came to pick me up and stumbled over her words more than any two year old I've ever met, that's a good sign Demi, a good sign. Selena drives smoothly down the road, stealing nervous glances at Demi, I am losing my mind around her and this is such a bad sign.
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Demi is increasingly more thankful to her director as she learns that today is just a day to run lines, no costume changes. Meaning, I get to keep Selena on all day, this day just keeps looking up. Demi looks around for Selena to runs some lines with her, but not being able to find her she shrugs and saunters over to her other co-stars.
"WHERE IS IT?" Selena practically screeches as she tears through her dresser. Not that I wanted to wear it, I don't, but I hug it every day and use it as a good luck charm. So where the hell is it? Nick, the co-star that plays one of Carter's friends in the movie, comes in to her dressing room.
Approaching the frantic girl cautiously, Nick taps her on the shoulder. Selena whirls around with a shirt in each hand and a frantic look in her eye and spits out, "What is it Nick?"
The taller boy steps back a step, "Uh Sel, I was just wondering if you could run some lines with me… but it looks like you're busy, I'll just go ask Demi." Selena's head snaps up as she drops the shirts. Of course!
"Thank you Nick!" She hugs Nick as she runs out of her dressing room. Nick stares after her, shakes his head and walks after her, that girl gets stranger by the day, and cuter, damn cuter.
"Your father, the king of yogurt, would be very disappointed in you," she scolds as she thrusts the cow hat into Chelsea's chest. Holding her chin up an extra notch, Rosie walks past her, never looking back. She turns and both girls squeal with delight as they realize they aced the scene. Demi opens her mouth to say something about how she could add more pride to it when she hears, "Oh DEMIIIIII DARLING!" Oh, crap.
Demi turns as Selena comes charging at her, grabs her by the wrist and pulls her away from everyone else. Finally alone, Selena drops Demi's wrist and stares down at her. Demi fidgets nervously, "What is it Sel…?"
"Did you take my Power Ranger shirt?" she asks point blank, staring into Demi's eyes to judge her reaction, all the while misjudging how good of an actress Demi is.
In her mind Demi was panicking above all else. On the outside, she kept cool, "Why would I take your shirt Sel? And why are you freaking out so much over it?" She folds her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow, hating herself for lying to Selena but needing to figure out why this is such a big deal.
Selena throws her head back and lets out an exaggerated sigh, "Because! It's my good luck shirt Dem." She folds her arms over her chest as well and continues, "And I don't know why you'd take it, but the shirt just means a lot to me."
Demi stares Selena down, I wish I could read the girl's mind. The first time and most memorable time she wore that shirt was with me on a youtube video. I was the one who talked her into… buying it… Oh. Demi opens her mouth a little, like she's about to ask a question but hasn't quite formed it yet. She closes it again, looking up at Selena with eyes that scream vulnerability, "Is it like, your most prized possession?"
Selena thinks about that for a second, my most prized possession? A shirt? Maybe my most prized cloth possession… Looking back up at Demi, "No, it's just my favorite shirt." Something about the way Selena thought about that strikes Demi's attention.
Not letting this go like she knows she should, she asks, "Then what is your most prized possession?" Why are you pushing this Demi? You're going to regret it. No, she argues with herself, I don't think that I will.
Why won't she drop this? What does it even matter what my most prized possession is? I don't even know what it is. "Demi, do you have my shirt or not?"
"No. And I don't know what has you in such a bad mood lately but I suggest you knock it off, the rest of the cast is starting to wonder if you've lost your mind. I can't keep lying for you."
Selena raises her eyebrows, "Lying for me? What are you saying, Demi? Are you saying I've lost my mind?" Oh stop being a jerk Selena, it's not Demi's fault that you ARE losing your mind… even if it does only happen around her.
Gosh Demi, can't you just keep your big mouth shut for once? Something is wrong with her, and your being a crappy best friend about it! Sighing and dropping her glare, Demi mumbles, "No, I'm not saying that. I know you're stressing out major right now Sel, and just know that I'm here okay? I'm… sorry about your shirt. I hope you find it." Demi turns on her heels and walks off, and Selena cocks her head to the right as she watches her go.
Demi has a white shirt on under her sweatshirt. Smiling to herself, Selena looks down to the ground, I'm so glad I was right… "No!" she cries out. Damnit, that should NOT make me happy. Why would she take my shirt? That little…
Demi turns around mid walking away and watches as Selena has a mini breakdown. She squints her eyes in concentration as she watches the girl have a fight with herself, and raises her eyebrows as she watches Selena apparently lose the fight with herself. Am I doing this to her? If I am then maybe I should not pursue this after all… maybe Selena's losing her mind over some guy. Maybe it's Nick, maybe it's a Jonas, who knows with her anymore? Demi shrugs and walks away, leaving the girl to her own thoughts, a guilty feeling for Demi now.
Selena fights the feelings back as viciously as she can, all the while gaining a huge headache. Balling her fists at her side she thinks, I need to end this. Now. I am not in love with Demi, and I will prove that to myself once and for all. If I lose her in the process then… then so be it. I'll lose her either way; it's best I know for sure at least.
Demi makes her way towards her dressing room, which happens to be next to Selena's along the same wall. As she walks she feels an arm around her waist. Instantly recognizing the feel of her best friend, Demi looks over her shoulder as she feels herself being detoured from her dressing room to Selena's. "What the-," she gets out before she's gently pushed through the door. She hears two clicks, one for the door closing and the other for the door locking. Selena rounds on her, walking around her until Demi's back is against the door and Selena is standing in front of her.
Demi opens her mouth as she raises her eyebrows in confusion. Selena shakes her head to silence her, "Don't say anything, it'll ruin it. I just need to see…" Selena slowly approaches Demi, backing her up until the shorter girl's back is pressed against the door. Demi's breath hitches in her throat, her heart beating twenty times faster than normal.
Now completely backed up into the door, Demi gets goosebumps as she realizes that Selena is a mere centimeter from her, the older girls lower body pressed completely against Demi's. This is it, dear God this is it, I wish I could breathe, then maybe I'd be alive to enjoy this moment.
Selena puts her hands on either side of Demi's head against the door, lowering her face to where it's a mere inch from Demi's. Brown eyes meet brown as the two girls breath mingles together in the space between them. Demi's breath comes out ragged as Selena breathes in, suddenly realizing it. She loves me. Pulling back a few centimeters, Selena whispers, "Put your arms around me."
Am I dreaming? Did I die somewhere between my dressing room and hers? What was in that coffee that she gave me? Oh crap, just do it Demi, like always… it should fall into place later. Never taking her eyes from Selena's, Demi's arms snake around Selena's waist as if the pieces of the puzzle are finally fitting into place. Their mingled breath acts like a doorway to Selena, one that is currently firmly closed.
Selena knocks on the door the only way she knows how as she pleads, "Tell me to stop Dem…" A pain flashes in Selena's eyes that almost makes Demi say it.
Demi shakes her head though, just barely, enough to be felt by Selena. "I can't stop you Sel," she whispers in a raspy voice.
The air is still, the room is silent, and the only thing moving is the two girls pressed up against each other. Demi squeezes Selena a little tighter as Selena closes her eyes, "I need to know."
Demi lets out a breath that Selena can taste as she nods, slightly, "I know. I... I need it Sel." And that's all it takes. Selena closes the short gap between the two girls as her lips crash against Demi's in the perfect collision of sparks and fireworks. In Demi's mind, it's the most gentle yet powerful kiss she's ever received. In Selena's mind, it's the one thing in her life that's prevented her from breathing.
One arm wraps around Demi's waist as she slightly lifts her from the door, her other hand burrows itself in her perfect chocolate hair. Both of them now breathless, Selena does the only thing she knows how to do, deepen the kiss. Demi does the only thing she wants to do, kiss Selena senseless.
It seems like hours before they pull apart, not dropping their positions, merely pulling their lips apart, just barely. Ragged breathing emerges from their lips, as all they can see is each other's eyes. Demi is the first to speak as she trembles under Selena's grasp, "Do you know now?"
Selena takes a moment to re-learn how to breathe before she answers Demi, not moving a muscle, simply whispering, "I know now. It was you who took my shirt."