Selena's POV

After a forty-five minute flour fight we managed to stop laughing long enough to put the food in the oven to cook. After the food was in I noticed that the originally black kitchen floor was white with flour, and the worktops weren't in a much better state. It looked like the kitchen had been caught in a huge snow storm. The walls hadn't suffered too much but it was hard to tell considering they were white to begin with.

I tore my eyes away from the mess of a kitchen and looked to Demi who was also beginning to notice what a state her kitchen was. She was as white as a ghost, if I didn't know any better I'd think she was one. Her clothes were covered in flour and her hair… well let's just say showering was a complete waste of time and water.

"Holy shit that's a lot of mess." Demi said whilst she tried to fight the laughter coming through her words. I felt bad for making such a mess but Demi didn't seem too bothered about it.

"Sorry. I'll pay for someone to clean it for you… maybe we should uhh… try and get ourselves relatively clean." I suggested as I brushed my clothes with my hands; the black would never go back to its proper color.

"You don't have to do that, and maybe we should… you can borrow some of my clothes if you want and take a shower if you need one. I grinned. In my head I was imagining Demi in the shower with me. Not like that would ever happen though, because it would be completely inappropriate.

"Uh… Y-Yeah, sure." I stuttered as I ran my fingers through my floury hair. It was tangled and knotty. There apparently was little to no point in me doing my hair earlier considering the state it was most likely in.

"I don't think there will be time for us to both shower, so we'll probably have to uhm… shower together?" She asked cautiously. My eyes widened in shock at that precise moment and if I had a drink I would most likely have spit it out, choked and died.

"W-What?" I asked her shocked.

"I meant with like, swimming stuff on! I didn't mean naked." She said quickly with a dark red crawling quickly to her cheeks. I laughed it off as best I could and nodded slowly.

"Uhm… Yeah I guess that'd be okay but uhm… Can't you get arrested for that?" I asked her curiously.

"Well yes, but nobody ever has to know, do they? I mean, I won't say anything, it's just up to you whether you'd be okay with it." She said scratching the back of her neck.

"Well I won't tell anybody as long as it's okay with you. I mean, I've seen you in your underwear before so you know…" I trailed off with a nervous laugh.

"What? When did you see me in my underwear?" She asked me completely shocked. I chuckled nervously again and remembered back to the night Demi slept at my house. I remembered her black lacy underwear and her perfect body and how much I just wanted to… Stop Selena, bad thoughts. Naughty thoughts.

"Uhm, that night you slept at mine. I uhm… helped you change." I reminded her. She was obviously still not completely aware of everything that happened that night. I myself wasn't 100% sure and Demi was drunker than me.

"Oh right… Yeah anyway, I have a spare bathing suit you can borrow, I only have bikini's though. That's okay with you isn't it?" She asked as she led me up the stairs. I noticed there were no pictures going up the stairs and there were only three doors; One was open and leading to a bedroom with a double bed, closet and TV, and the other led to a white and black bathroom which was small and had a toilet, sink and shower. The third door was closed but I assumed it was probably a study or spare bedroom or something.

"Yeah a bikini's fine. What's in there?" I asked curiously as I pointed to the other door. Demi shook her head to let me know she wasn't going to answer the question. Her eyes kind of seemed to fill up and I realised she was upset. "Demi what is it?" I asked her pressing to get an answer and find out why she was upset.

"It's not something I want to talk about. Will you just leave it please?" she asked me with a weak smile. We had reached her bedroom and were sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm here, like, if you want to talk about it though. I know you're the teacher and I'm the student and it should be the other way around but still…" I trailed off, unsure of how to actually end my sentence. Demi visibly swallowed and nodded her head, wiping away the tear that had fallen from her left eye.

"Thanks Sel, it means a lot to me." She said with a small smile.

"Come on, let's go shower." I suggested as I got up, followed by Demi who pulled out two matching bikini's; one in black and one in red.

We ended up having a water fight in the small cramped shower and it seemed to cheer Demi up quite a bit. I think she'd forgotten about the conversation we'd had earlier which I guessed was a good thing.

I think in a way the water fight was a bad thing though because seeing her soaking wet in a bikini, jumping around and screaming when I made the water cold made a heat run straight down my body and to my core where it resided for god only knows how long.

When we were both out of the shower we changed and went downstairs. Demi was now wearing a red plaid shirt with a white vest underneath and black pants. I'd changed into a baggy red tee-shirt and black baggy jeans. We headed downstairs and I saw the mystery door again which reminded me that I still wanted to know what was behind it.

Demi went into the kitchen and came out laughing. Like, really laughing. Not just a giggle or a chuckle, a proper loud laugh. Her laugh was beautiful.

"We forgot to turn the oven on. I've just done it." She said with tears running down her cheeks from laughing so much. I joined her laughter then made an excuse to go upstairs, saying I left my iPhone up there, which I actually did.

When I was upstairs I opened the mystery door slowly. I was shocked and confused at what I saw.

It was a nursery painted white with a crib, toys, a baby closet, curtains, a changing table and other baby things. There was one photo on the wall and it was a sonogram picture. There was writing underneath that I noticed was Demi's handwriting.

Our baby, fifteen weeks.

I noticed the date on it and saw that it was exactly two months ago. That would make her about twenty three weeks. She didn't look twenty three weeks pregnant though, and if she was then she was extremely stupid because I knew she had been drinking recently.

I turned round and saw Demi standing at the doorway with tears running down her cheeks.

"Get out of this room." She whispered with her fists clenched and her eyes closed tightly. I moved quickly from the room, squeezing past Demi. She left the room as well and closed the door behind her. She was pressed against the door and facing me. I was extremely close to her but I couldn't think about our closeness at the time; she was crying and it was my fault.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone in there." I told her, knowing I was wrong to go snooping and feeling genuinely bad for doing so.

"Are you pregnant Demi?" I whispered after a couple of minutes of silence. Demi hadn't stopped crying. I wiped her tears away with my thumb and took her left hand in mine, interlacing our fingers. "It's okay, you can tell me." I assured her. Still no reply. "Demi, you're pregnant aren't you?" I questioned again. She opened her eyes. They were bloodshot and puffy.

"My room, and we can talk." She whispered shakily. I nodded and followed her to her room. She sat next to me on her bed and I grabbed my iPhone from where I had left it previously.

"Are you pregnant?" I asked for the third time.

"No." She answered simply with a small shake of her head. "I was." She added quietly.

"You lost the baby?" I asked her, completely shocked. She shook her head again. "You had a termination?" I asked her even more shocked than before.

"I regret it more than anything in this world." She admitted shakily after a short while of hearing nothing but her quiet sobs.

"Why did you do that?"

"Lindsay… her and me both desperately wanted a baby. We discussed adoption, fostering and all that but in the end we decided on IVF. When I got pregnant we were both so happy and got prepared in every way possible. Then I found out that she was cheating on me. She made me have an abortion when I told her I wanted nothing more to do with her. I wish I could take it back." She told me quietly. I was crying with her but I think I was only crying because she was.

"I'm so sorry Demi. I should never have gone in there…" I said as I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb

"No it's okay… I really should have changed it back into a study anyway; it's been like two months since I had the abortion." She said sadly, it was clear to anyone with eyes that she was seriously upset by just talking about it.

"It's up to you as and when you change it. If you don't want to you don't have to. I'm still really sorry for going in there. I shouldn't have been so disrespectful… I'm so sorry Demi." I told her again sadly. Demi smiled weakly at me and shook her head. She moved her hands so that they were clasping mine and before I knew it she'd leant in and pressed her lips softly against mine.

It took me a couple of moments to register the soft pair of lips resting firmly against mine. Her hands had moved to my hips and I moved my hands to entwine my fingers around her neck.

The kiss only lasted for a couple of seconds before Demi pulled away with a horrified look on her face.

"Oh my god… Selena, I'm so sorry, I… it was just a spur of the moment… I'm so sorry…" She rambled apologetically. She ran her hands through her hair and bit down hard on her lip. I cautiously moved her hands and took them both in mine.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. You're upset. I understand." I told her slowly to try and make her stop fretting. She shook her head and loosened one of her hands to wipe her tear-stained cheeks.

"No, no it's not okay! I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that." She stated with obvious worry. "Shit if the school find out about this…" She trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Demi… Calm down. I will not tell anyone what happened. Please stop worrying. It's okay." I told her with a small reassuring smile. She shook her head and I didn't really know what else to do so I pulled her into a tight and friendly hug. She was stiff for a while before loosening up and hugging me back. It wasn't long before she was sobbing and shaking and letting out what I guessed were two months-worth of unshed tears.

"It's okay. It's okay. Cry if you need to, I'm here." I whispered soothingly into her ear. I kissed her ear lobe softly but it didn't stop her from shaking furiously and sobbing even louder.

"No, no it's not okay. I'm s-sorry. You shouldn't be seeing me like this." She stuttered through her tears. I rocked her back and forth gently and shushed her softly. At that moment in time I felt like a mother trying to soothe her broken teenager after a first heart-break. I didn't feel as if she was my teacher at all.

"Everyone needs to cry at some point. Just stop when you're ready. I'll still be here." I muttered into her hair.

No more words were spoken for another half hour before she stopped crying. She pulled away slowly and smiled at me. Her eyes were even redder and she looked like a broken version of herself.

"I'm sorry." She murmured.

"Demi Whatever-your-middle-name-is Lovato, if you apologise to me one more time I swear to god I will spank your ass with a rolled up tea-towel." I threatened jokingly. Demi burst out laughing and I joined her. I was just glad that she was smiling again.

"Okay that really cheered me up." She stated happily. I giggled and got up from the bed. Demi copied me and we went downstairs whilst we were still laughing. It wasn't until we got to the bottom of the stairs that we smelt the smoke.

I went to open the living room door but the handle burnt my hand. I knew straight away that the house was on fire.

"Shit. The only way we can get to the front door is through the living room which we can't get to. Is there a way of getting out upstairs?" I asked her worriedly with wide eyes. I knew the fire had probably been caused by leaving the oven on for too long.

"Yeah, the front porch roof, out of my bedroom window onto the roof then onto the floor but we have to hurry because the front porch is close to the living room. Quickly." She said as she dragged me up the stairs. She seemed surprisingly calm. It was strange.

I grabbed my iPhone and my car keys and keypad from the bed as Demi opened the window. She stood there and looked at me expectantly.

"You go first." She coughed out. The bedroom was filling with smoke and it was getting hard to breathe. I knew she probably only wanted me to go first to know that I was okay but I would have preferred to know she was safe.

"Together. I'm not leaving without you." I choked on my words and pulled my shirt over my mouth.

"The roof won't hold both of us. Just go and I'll be right behind you." She said calmly. I nodded, knowing that if we didn't get out soon we probably wouldn't get out at all. I climbed through the small window and jumped down to the hard floor. There was black smoke coming through the roof and I watched as Demi jumped down from the roof as well.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded and stared blankly at her house as it burnt. The fire had spread quickly and we could hear sirens in the distance; one of the neighbours must have called the fire-brigade. "You're really calm. Your home is burning down. What's wrong?" I asked her concernedly. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she leant into my neck.

"I know. But my only worry as soon as I realised was getting you out. It'll probably take a while to kick in that I'm homeless." Demi said with a bitter laugh.

"You're welcome to come and stay with us." I told her honestly.

"Thanks." She mumbled tiredly.

Demi jumped on top of me and we fell to the floor when a loud explosion and glass shattering was heard. The house had exploded.

After an hour of questioning and being told the house was fixable providing that Demi had the appropriate insurance (which she did.) we went back to mine in my car. My mom was surprised to see us both but welcomed us in. We explained to her what happened and she said that Demi was welcome to stay with us. After all, the house was big enough.

This should be interesting.

Right, so I promise the LOVEZ and DEMENA will begin properly next chapter! :D