Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry I forgot to post earlier this week but here is the next chapter! Some drama and things get heated! :) Please review and let me know what you think!

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Rating: T

Lightweight

Chapter 7

I'm a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart

Demi's POV

I was trying so hard to stay calm, but I was freaking out inside. I fidgeted nervously the whole way there. When we finally arrived at the Disney offices, Selena switched the car off and turned to me. I guess she noticed the scared expression on my face because she took my hand into hers, "Hey, it's going to be okay. Whatever happens, I'll be right by your side." I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her. "Thanks Sel," I whispered. We stayed like that for a few moments before I pulled away. I took a deep breath then looked at Selena, nodding my head. We exited the car and headed towards the building. With each step I took, I got more nervous. We walked into the lobby and up to the front desk. The woman directed us to take the elevator to the 10th floor and we went up to the receptionist once we exited the elevator. I told them I was here to see William Grayson and that he was expecting me. Selena and I sat on a bench seat and my leg jigged anxiously as we waited. Selena ran her hand up and down my back, trying to calm me.

After about fifteen minutes, a man who looked to be in his late forties, early fifties with graying curly black hair and wearing a dark suit entered the lobby and walked over to us. "Miss Lovato, thank you for coming," he said then he saw Selena standing beside me, "Ah Miss Gomez, how fortunate it is that you are here. I was going to schedule a meeting with you as well. Please join us." Selena caught my gaze and she wrinkled her brow. What did he have to talk to both of us about? Maybe it was possibly a new project we would be working on together, I thought hopefully. We followed Mr. Grayson into a conference room and he gestured for us to take a seat. He sat in a chair on the other side of the table and folded his hands over top of it. We waited silently for him to speak. "I'm not going to beat around the bush here, girls… Which one of you is pregnant?" his once genial tone turned cold as he stared at us with a hard gaze. "What?!" Selena exclaimed in shock as I gasped and moved my hand to clutch hers tightly under the table. "Paparazzi caught you two coming out of the maternity ward at Cedars-Sinai the other day," he said with distaste as he took some pictures from a folder and pushed them across the table towards us.

Panic started to spread within me. All I wanted to do was run far away as fast as I could. But I knew I needed to face this. I had to handle this like an adult. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. "It's me. I'm pregnant," I said. Mr. Grayson replied, turning to Selena, "Miss Gomez, please leave the room. I need to have a word with Miss Lovato." Selena responded firmly as she squeezed my hand reassuringly, "No, I'm staying right here. Whatever you have to say to her, you can say to me too." I looked at her in shock. I knew there was a very real possibility that I was going to get fired and no matter how much I loved Selena for sticking up for me, I couldn't let her give up her career like this. I didn't want her to lose everything she had worked so hard for because of me. I couldn't take that away from her. "Sel, go," I whispered. We locked gazes for a few moments and I could see the worry in her eyes. Though I was scared out of my mind and wanted her to stay more than anything, I nodded my head and she squeezed my hand again before rising from her seat and exiting the room.

Once Selena was gone, I turned back to the man in front of me, trying hard to swallow past the large lump that had formed in my throat. "Miss Lovato, you've put us in quite a tough spot here. You're a very talented artist and actress and you've got a lot of potential. However, due to your… situation, you have violated the Morals clause of your contract. Because a majority of the actors and artists that work for us are minors, we do not allow them to engage in any immoral behavior, including but not limited to, drugs, alcohol and pregnancy. It is bad for the company's image and sets a bad example for our young audience," Grayson explained in a formal tone. Tears welled in my eyes at his words. This was it. I was getting fired. I knew it was coming, but it didn't make the blow hurt any less. I tried to hang onto any shred of hope of keeping my career, gazing at him pleadingly, but there was no compassion in his eyes. "It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen," I whispered as I stared down at my hands in my lap. "Be that as it may, you still broke the terms of your contract. I'm sorry, I have no choice but to fire you."

I choked on a sob as I nodded. I was trying so hard to keep it all together when I just wanted to crawl into a corner and cry. I know I said before that I didn't really care if my career ended, but I do. Music is my passion and I love performing. I don't want to give it all up. I was broken from my thoughts as Grayson spoke again, "However…" I looked up at him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might be reconsidering, "even though you have broken your contract, you are still responsible for fulfilling the terms of the agreement." My heart sunk low in my chest. Grayson continued, first looking through his papers before he found the one he was searching for, "By my records here, I see that you still have a small tour with three concert dates coming up and some appearances you will need to make. Once those are completed, your contract will be terminated." I nodded silently, still looking down. After a few seconds, he pushed a paper towards me and placed a pen on top of it, "I need you to sign this." "What is it," I asked as I started to read through it. "It basically says everything I just told you, that you are responsible for fulfilling what is left on your contract and once they are completed, the contract will be terminated. I just need your signature stating that you understand and agree to it." I picked up the pen and hesitated for a second before signing my name on the line.

Grayson collected the papers and put them back in his folder, "I will make copies and send these to you so you have them for your records." "Um, thank you," I responded, not really sure what else there was to say. "We will be in touch. Goodbye, Miss Lovato," was all he said before he strode out of the room. I stood there for a minute, stunned at what had just happened. I was fired. I would no longer work for Disney. My whole career, gone. A rush of emotion surged through me and threatened to burst. It was hard for me to breathe. I had to get out of there. I ran out of the conference room into the lobby, passing Selena who stood up and called after me in concern. I didn't wait for the elevators; I took the stairs two at a time, not even remembering that I was on the tenth floor. By the time I pushed through the front doors of the building, my legs were weak and shaky and I was breathing hard. I felt sick to my stomach. Before I knew it, I was hovering over the bushes puking my guts out.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps and Selena's worried voice, "Demi!? What happened?!" She rushed up beside me, grabbing hold of my arm as I swayed dangerously, dizzy from my pounding head and lack of oxygen. "N-Not here," I choked out, tears streaming down my face. She gently tugged on my arm, "Come on, you need to sit down. Let's get you back to the car." Selena carefully guided me to the SUV and once I got settled in the passenger seat, she ran around the other side and got in the driver's seat. She turned on the car and blasted the air conditioner, positioning the vents to blow on me. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to steady my breathing. "Here, drink some water," she said as I felt her push the bottle into my hand. I took slow sips, not wanting to risk throwing up again. After a few minutes, Selena demanded in a soft but firm tone, "Tell me what happened." "T-They fired me," I said as the tears resurfaced, streaming down my cheeks. "What?!" Selena exclaimed in shock, "They can't do that! That's wrongful termination!" "No it's not," I sniffled as I wiped my cheeks with the palms of my hands, "There's a Morals clause in the contract. They don't allow drinking, drug use or pregnancy. I mean, come on, do they really think none of their artists and actors will ever do that kind of stuff? It's ridiculous." "What else did Grayson say," Selena asked as she began to rub my back. "Nothing I didn't expect really. I have to finish out my contract. There's not much left so that's not so bad," I replied. "What do you have to do for them," she inquired, looking at me with concern. "I have the tour and a couple appearances, but that's it," I said and the tears started coming down again. I covered my face with my hands, "I can't believe my career is over."

"I am so sorry," Selena said as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug then after a few seconds, she pulled away and placed her hands on my shoulders, "Listen to me Dem. Your career is not over. You are so talented. There isn't another record label out there that wouldn't take you up in a heartbeat. You could do movies or another TV show," Selena suggested then her eyes brightened a little, "Think of this as a new beginning. You don't have to do what Disney says anymore. You can finally record the music you want to. All those songs Disney wouldn't let you put on your albums? The television shows or movies you couldn't do because of them? You can do all that now. There are so many possibilities, Dem." "I don't know," I responded, biting my lip, "I'll think about it." I sighed heavily as I turned to look out the window, a million thoughts racing through my mind. What am I going to do now?

Selena's POV

I was worried about Demi. She has been depressed for the last few days, ever since she got fired. She would just lie in bed all day and cry or stare at the wall with a far away look in her eyes. I tried to comfort her, but it didn't seem to help. I could understand that she had just lost a major part of her life and she was upset and worried about her career, but this wasn't right. This wasn't good for her, and the baby especially. I couldn't watch her suffer like this any longer. Today I was determined to get her out of the house. It was bright and sunny and the weather was perfect for a visit to the beach. I packed a basket with all our favorite foods along with towels, sunscreen and everything else we needed. Next was the hard part: getting Demi up.

I walked into our room and made my way over to the bed where Demi was sleeping. I called it 'our room' now because ever since that first night Demi spent in the guest room, she had been sleeping in my bed. I don't know if it was because the mattress was too hard for her or she just needed comfort and familiarity right now, but I didn't care. Having Demi cuddled up next to me was the best feeling in the world and I have to admit that sometimes I would pretend to be asleep and would wrap my arms around her just to have her close to me.

I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and gently brushed back some hair that had fallen in her face. My brow furrowed in concern at the troubled expression on her face. I know she's been under a lot of stress lately with Joe, the baby and her career on her mind. She thinks her career is over, but I don't believe that. Once her contract with Disney is up, she will be free to do anything she wants but I know she is struggling with realizing that and figuring out what she wants to do. Though this is something she needs to do on her own, I want to help her, give her a boost of confidence and a push in the right direction. I have an idea on how to do that, but it will take some planning and I have to talk to some people first so it will have to wait for the time being. Today I just wanted to relax with a fun day at the beach with my best friend in hopes of lifting her spirits a little.

I gently shook Demi's shoulder as I softly called out her name, "Demi, rise and shine sleepyhead, time to get up." Demi groaned as she buried her face further into her pillow, "Mmm, I don't want to. Go away, let me sleep." "It's past ten o'clock and you've been in bed for days," I replied with a frown. "So," she said in a questioning tone with her eyes still closed. "So you need to get out of the house for a while. Come on, let's go to the beach," I responded in an upbeat voice. "I don't want to," she said again in a softer tone, sounding like she was about to fall back asleep. By now I was frustrated and my tone reflected it as I stood up, "Demi, I'm not taking no for an answer. Now get up and get dressed." Demi grumbled something under her breath and it sounded a lot like her previous statement. "Don't make me drag you out of bed. It won't be pretty," I folded my arms over my chest, but then I let them fall to my sides, pleading with her, "It's such a nice day out, Dem. Let's go to the beach. It'll probably be the last time you'll be able to fit into a bikini for a while." I said the last part in a sing-song voice. I grinned. That'll get her. Demi's eyes shot open and she stared at me in shock for a moment before she reached for a pillow and chucked it at me. "I hate you," she said with a pout on her face, her lower lip sticking out. I dodged it and turned, jogging out of the room laughing as I called out, "Breakfast in 20! Mom's making cinnamon waffles!"

As we walked down the beach side by side searching for the perfect spot, Demi spoke up, "I'm sorry I've been so down in the dumps lately. I know I haven't been the easiest person to deal with." "You've been through a lot these past few weeks, it's understandable. I'm always here for you. If you ever need to talk-" I looked at her as she responded, wrapping her arm around my waist, "I know. Thanks for bringing me here. It is nice out today." I smiled and rubbed her shoulder, "I just want to see you happy again, Demi. I miss seeing you smile." Demi looked at me with watery eyes but with a smile on her face and I gently wiped away the tears that had fallen on her cheeks. She then wrapped her other arm around me in a tight hug and she rested her head on my shoulder and I brought my arms up around her waist. No words were needed at the moment.

We stood there in silence for a few moments before we released each other and continued on our walk down the beach. We finally set our stuff down a few minutes later. I started setting up the chairs and the umbrella and when I was done, I turned around and my jaw would have dropped to the ground had it been physically possible. Demi had taken off her shirt and shorts to reveal a white bikini that accentuated every curve of her body. My mouth was starting to water and I could not look away. Demi saw me staring at her body and she looked at me with a slightly panicked expression, "Can you tell?" She bent her head down, trying to see if her stomach was showing then looked back up at me with a questioning look on her face. I finally broke out of my trance, responding, "Nah, you're good."

I handed her the sunscreen and she started to rub it on her body. I couldn't risk being caught looking again so I turned around and began taking off my own shirt and shorts, but the image of her body consumed my mind. A couple minutes later, Demi asked, "Will you do my back?" "Only if you'll do me," the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them and I hoped Demi hadn't caught on to the innuendo. It was a good thing I was facing away from her at the moment because I'm sure my face was beet red by now.

"Sure," she responded and I breathed a sigh of relief. After composing myself, I turned and took the bottle of sunscreen from her. I tried to make quick work of putting the sunscreen on her shoulders and back because I didn't trust myself otherwise and the temptation was too great, but I didn't want her to get sunburned either so somehow I reigned myself in and made sure every inch of her was covered. Once I was finished, Demi turned to me. "Thanks," she responded as she took the bottle from me. I turned around and lifted my hair so she could do my back as well.

I closed my eyes as Demi placed her hands on my shoulders. Her touch was feather-light and as her hands traveled down my back, every part of my body tingled and a warm tension filled my abdomen. My knees went weak and it took almost everything within me to keep standing and not moan out loud. I didn't know how much more I could take of this. After a couple minutes, I finally pulled away. "That's good," I replied, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice, "I'm gonna go swim for a bit. Do you want to come?" "Maybe later," she replied as she moved one of the chairs out from under the umbrella and settled down on it, "I'm going to relax for a little while." "Okay, but don't stay out in the sun too long. You don't want to over-bake the bun in your oven," I grinned. Demi stuck her tongue out at me as she leaned back and pulled her sunglasses over her eyes, "Yes, Mom." I chuckled as I made my way down the sand to the water. Hopefully the water would be a little cold today because I really needed it right now.

After about half an hour or so of being in the water by myself, I quietly walked up to where we had set up camp, hoping Demi had fallen asleep by now. She didn't say anything as I approached so I assumed she had. I stood over her for a minute, grinning devilishly before I wrung my wet hair out over her body. Demi shrieked as she was startled awake by the cold water and she gave me a murderous glare, "Sel! Oh, I'm going to get you so bad for that." She got up from her chair as I started to run away and she chased after me. I had a good lead on her, but I had been tired out from swimming and strong waves today so she eventually caught up to me. She grabbed me around the torso and I screamed as she picked me up and threw me over her shoulder, "Demi, put me down!" "Nah-uh, this is payback," she laughed and for a moment I was transfixed by the sound. It had been a while since I had heard that laugh, the one where she was carefree and happy, with no worries plaguing her mind.

I was quickly brought back to earth when she dropped me in the ocean. I rushed to the surface and went after her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her down into the water with me. We dunked and splashed each other for a while before we both grew tired and headed up the beach to dry off and pack up our stuff. As I started the car and turned towards home, I heard Demi's voice falter, "Thanks for today, Sel. I really needed it." When I looked over at her, she was fast asleep in the seat beside me with a smile on her face.

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