Chapter Twenty-One: Meeting with Miley

Selena's POV:

We ate a spaghetti dinner with meat sauce, garlic bread, and a side salad. We had sparkling red grape juice because Demi has sworn off drinking and I don't drink to begin with.

After dinner, we cuddled and watched a movie. We ended up not watching the movie and just had amazing sex.

I woke up the next morning next to a spread eagle, naked Demi. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. She always slept in the weirdest positions. I went to the bathroom and checked my texts and e-mails on my phone as I went to the bathroom. I got e-mails from Target about sales, emails from Kohl's, nothing exciting really. Most of my emails were deleted, except the one from Michael Kors. I LOVE Michael's designs. I check my text messages. There was one from an unsaved number, but the number looked familiar. I read the text message. It was from Miley. She wanted to meet me at Panera Bread on 34th street and 42nd avenue today at eleven. I checked the time. It was 10. I texted her back saying I might be like five minutes late, but I would be there.

I grabbed a peach, short sleeved maxi dress. I grabbed a white belt. I walked to my bathroom and applied my deodorant and then put the belt on over my maxi dress. I brushed through my hair several times. I grabbed my makeup. I spread eye shadow, a brown, onto my upper eye lids. I smeared eyeliner onto my lower lids then proceeded to paint each individual eye lash with black, waterproof mascara, just in case I felt the need to cry. After opening the blush compact, I applied some blush to my cheeks. I applied a peach, or maybe it was apricot, lip gloss to my lips. Then I left the bathroom and I grabbed a white sweater and purse. I slipped my feet into a pair of white pumps. I texted Demi to tell her where I was in case she woke up and I drove to meet Miley. I was so not looking forward to this. I thought about not going and standing her up, but that would be rude, and I'm not rude or hateful like her.

I arrived at Panera and looked around. I got a water bottle then sat across form Miley.

"Hi," she said rather cheerfully.

"Hi, look I don't mean to be rude, but what do you want?"

"To apologize, again. I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you. I'm sorry I told Tiffany your secret about you being gay. I'm sorry for everything. And tell Demi I'm sorry for bullying her too."

I bit my lower lip. How do I respond? Part of me wants to believe her, the other part thinks this is just an act.

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked.

"Because my manager hired a P.I. and they discovered the suspension for the dodge ball thing and they heard I was suspected as the person who keyed your car. I really wanted you to know that I didn't key your car, Tiffany and Emily did. And it was been bugging me ever since you left school that I was part of the cause. I feel horrible, Selena. Maybe my apology seems like a lie, but it's not. I truly apologize and I was hoping we could possibly be friends again."

I swallowed my water.

"I don't wanna be friends. I can forgive, but I can't forget. As for your apology, I guess I will accept it. Thank you for telling me the truth about my car. It means a lot."

"You're welcome."

"Well…" I looked around. "I guess I'll go now."

"Alright, bye Selena. I hope you get that role. You were amazing." Miley added as I left my chair.

"Thank you," I replied before leaving. I bought two croissants before I left completely. Paparazzi harassed me as left Panera Bread. I waved to the paparazzi and got into my car. I laughed. What the hell was Miley thinking? Did she really think I wanted to be her friend after all the shit she did to me? I started my car and drove back home.

I came home and gave Demi a croissant. The other one was for me.

"How did it go?" Demi asked.

"Well, she apologized. She told me to tell you she was sorry for bullying you in high school too."

"Ok…" Demi trailed off and took a bite. "I don't give a shit what she did to me. What I care about was how she treated you."

"Well, she said her manager wanted her to apologize and that she was sincere; but I think it was fake. I accept it though so she would leave me alone. And then…"

"Then what?"

"She was all like, 'I wanna be friends again and I didn't key your car, Tiffany and Emily did.'" I said holding back laughter.

Demi laughed. "She seriously thought you guys would be friends again?"

"Apparently. I told her I've forgiven, but I haven't forgotten. That and we weren't ever going to be friends again."

"Do you really think that Tiffany and Emily keyed your car?"

"Maybe, I think all three did it, honestly. But, whatever. It's all over now." I said and then ate my croissant.

Demi was in her pajamas and we watched an episode of Dr. Phil before the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked answering the phone. We hadn't gotten caller ID yet.

"Selena, it's Momma. Have you met with Miley yet?"

"Yes."

"How did it go?" Momma asked.

So, I told Momma everything I told Demi.

"Oh, well you got a phone call last night after our phone conversation."

"Who?" I asked.

This is my present to you guys! So this is chapter twenty-one! Did you guys like it? Was it boring? Let me know, sorry if it is. Remember Selena's Dad? Well, he may be coming back… ;D 4 Reviews and I'll post. By the way, it's late November in the story, like a week before Thanksgiving. Scarlett was born October 9th (which is my birthday) 2012.