So sorry it's been so long guys, I've just been so busy lately and so stressed, but it has been so long I figured I really had to update soon, and I have a little free time now so…what the hell. I am so glad you like the story and thank you for the reviews, they mean a lot to me! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 11

After school that day, Selena, Joe and I decided to go see a movie together. There was a new chick flick out that Selena and I were both desperate to see, and even though he acted like he didn't, I'm pretty sure Joe wanted to see it too. All day we had been receiving weird looks, small smiles and sometimes outright glares from different people in the school, but I found that if you have people by your side, it's a lot easier to get over it.

Joe drove us to the movie theatre, and Selena bought the popcorn. I was going to buy my own, but I had no money after spending the last nine months in rehab, and not being able to go to work. Mum had offered to give me some money, and I had declined since she had already paid for all my rehab costs, but now I kind of regretted it.

"So, you think this is going to be as good as it looks?" asked Selena, trying to make conversation and stop us from falling into an awkward silence.

"Hopefully. It should be, considering the good reviews it's had." I said. Joe scoffed.

"Yeah, but Twilight got a load of good reviews and it's a load of crap." He piped up. Selena and I gasped simultaneously.

"You did not just say that." Selena said in a threatening voice. I knew she was joking, but Joe looked frightened, so I decided to play along.

"How could you?" I said in a mock-horrified voice.

"Erm…well, that's just my opinion…I guess it's okay…" he stuttered. Selena continued to glare at him murderously, but I couldn't hold back the laughter.

"You fell for it! Ha!" I blurted, earning a loud 'shh' from the woman in front of us. Selena burst out laughing at that, and the woman turned around to glare at us. All three of us managed to compose ourselves, but only until she turned around again and we couldn't hold back the giggles. Joe was crying he was laughing so hard. Eventually the woman huffed and got up to move seats.

"What a cow. The movie hasn't even started yet." Selena said after we had all calmed down a little.

"She probably thought we would be like that all the way through. Old people have no trust in teenagers these days." Joe said. I laughed.

"She wasn't even that old Joe…she was, like, thirty." I laughed.

"It's dark in here. She was probably, like, fifty but we couldn't see." Selena joked. I knew it was mean, but it wasn't as if the woman would find out we were laughing about her so I laughed along. It was funny, after all.

"Yeah, and I bet she was wearing tons of make-up." Joe added.

"Probably to hide the warts. I wonder where she parks her broomstick…" Selena laughed. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"I dunno, but I'll bet she had a cat stuffed up that skirt…unless she's just really fat." Joe finished, setting them both off in another fit of giggles. That did it for me. I had been the subject of this crap for so many years, I couldn't bear to see them do it again, even to someone else. I stood up and walked out of the theatre. I heard them stop laughing and then I heard muffle voices and footsteps as one or both of them followed me out.

"Demi wait! What's wrong?" Joe called after me. Selena wasn't far behind him, and she looked confused.

"I couldn't take it anymore. You guys did that to me for so long…I couldn't bear to watch you do it to someone else. Some random woman you don't even know, who did nothing to you whatsoever." I blurted, unable to contain my anger.

"We were just messing. We didn't mean those things. Really." Said Selena softly, looking at me earnestly. I almost believed her.

"Well, that's not the point. If she had heard you saying those things, how would she know if you meant them or not? Don't you think she would be hurt?" I asked her, lowering my voice since we had already attracted enough attention.

"I guess…" she said guiltily, looking at the ground.

"You're right Demi. We're sorry." Joe cut in, looking at me with an honest expression on his face. It hurt to see that he didn't look very guilty, but I told myself he was probably just good at hiding his emotions.

"Okay. Shall we go back inside then?" asked Joe. I nodded, sighing.

"I'm sorry guys. We've probably missed the start of the movie." I said, not feeling very sorry at all. It had been their fault I had run out, after all.

"No problem. Let's just go in now so we don't miss too much." And just like that, everything was fine again. I had seen that happen so many times, yet still found it strange that friends could have fights and make up so quickly.

It turned out that we hadn't missed that much of the movie after all, and we sat in silence and watched the whole thing. It was okay, but not nearly as good as it looked in the adverts. But we left smiling, arms linked, and piled into Joe's car to go home. He dropped me off first, and I hugged each of them goodbye before I went. I couldn't quite believe it. I felt like I was in a dream, and any second now I was going to wake up, and they would hate me again, and I would be miserable. But as I walked into the house and heard the loud sobbing noise coming from the lounge, I knew it wasn't a dream. I would never dream of my sister sounding so sad, so distraught. I dumped my bag on the ground and ran in, to see Dallas curled up in a ball on the couch, my mom and Maddie sat on either side of her, rubbing her back and shoulder comfortingly.

"I-I-I think I m-might have l-loved him, mom. He w-was the best th-thing I ever had. And n-n-now he's gone!" she cried desperately through her tears. I stood there, frozen for a moment, shocked to see my sister, always the strong, brave one, looking so completely destroyed. I soon snapped out of it, though, and ran over to wrap my arms around her.

"What's happened? What's wrong Dallas?" I asked her, almost in tears myself.

"David…he-he…" she started, but choked on her words. I saw red.

"What did he do to you? The bastard, I'm going to hunt him down and-"

"Demi! Shut up!" my mom shouted at me, for the first time in a long time she seemed really truly mad at me, and at the same time looked like she could just break down and cry right alongside her eldest daughter.

"He-he didn't…he's dead." She wailed, a fresh wave of tears escaping her eyes as she curled into an even tighter ball. I froze. I couldn't believe it.

"I-I…what happened?" I asked gently.

"There was a car accident. He died on impact. They think he was drunk-driving, but they aren't sure. His friend, Gavin, is in the ICU. They say he has a good chance of making it, but-"

"David is dead!" Dallas shouted again, and I had never seen her look so completely heartbroken, so desolate. I felt the tears start to fall, and I had never even me the guy. But my sister had had so many bad experiences with men, and now she had finally found one she could love…he was dead.

"I am so sorry, Dallas. So sorry." I whispered. Her head whipped up, and she glared at me angrily.

"How can you be sorry? You never even met him! You were too busy in fucking rehab, because you're fucked up in the head. Don't even try to tell me you're sorry, because you aren't sorry, and I am not in the mood to be fucking lied to." She hissed. I stepped backwards, reeling from the shock of what she had said. I knew she was upset, but…wow. I had never seen her like this. Ever. I wanted to break down, to go to my room and cry and cry until I couldn't cry any more. One of the few people who had always loved me-I couldn't believe she had said that. But I wasn't the one who had just lost the love of my life. So I took a deep breath, shook my head, and wrapped my arms around her.

"You're right. I never met him. And I regret that. I wish so much that I had met him. And you're right, I can't be sorry that he's dead, not really, since I never knew the guy. But I can be sorry for the pain this is causing you. I know you loved him, and I hate seeing you like this. I am so sorry that you're hurting this much. And I wish I could have known him, so that I could relate a little more, be more sorry about his death. But I swear to you, I will never abandon you. No matter what happens, you will always have me. I'm not going back to rehab. Eventually, things will get better. Remember that." I said in her ear. At first she tried to pull away, but I felt her relax into my embrace after a few moments and by the end of my speech she was clinging to me, crying her eyes out on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I know you're sorry, and I know you're here for me. And you're not fucked up in the head. I love you. But you were wrong about one thing. I will never move on. Things will never get better. I loved him, Demi. I was going to marry him. You know the worst thing? The worst thing was that he proposed last week. He proposed, and I said I was going to think about it. I was going to tell him yes tomorrow. Now he's never going to know I was going to marry him." She wailed, crying even harder, if that was even possible. I was crying hard too by now.

"I am so sorry, Dallas. But trust me, wherever he is right now, he knows you loved him. And if the rumours are true, and our loved ones do watch over us once they pass away, he is watching you right now, and listening to everything you say. He knows you were going to say yes, Dallas. And he will always be here with you. Okay?" I said to her. She looked at me, nodding, and smiled slightly. I knew it was going to take a whole lot more than a sad movie and three tubs of Ben & Jerry's, but she was going to move on eventually, just like she did with all those other guys. And hopefully she would one day meet someone new, someone she could love just as much, maybe more.

"Thanks Demi. I love you." She whispered in my ear.

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