Chapter 3

"What do you mean what do I mean by that?" Was the best answer Selena could come with.

"I mean, why did u said you could hear the gates of hell opening up just for you?" Dallas said with a confused look in her face. "What did you did this time, Selena Gomez?"

"Nothing!" Selena said, too forcefully and too hastily, and she knew she had made a mistake. Dallas could be like a dog with a bone when she was interested in something. "Really, I meant nothing by it. I was just surprised by your sister, well Sister Demi. You know I have been somewhat remiss in my duties with the church and seeing her here has kind of reminded me of that. You see, I used to go to church like, every Sunday, and suddenly I stopped. Well, not stopped altogether but rather I started going less and less and less and well, you get the picture. The past few months I haven't been even near one. I don't think I've even passed one on the street. I know that's impossible, but that's how I feel. And seeing Sister Demi here well, it reminded me that I should go more often to church, and maybe give some money to charity or something. I know I do a lot of work for charity, but maybe I could cooperate with my local church a bit more, I don't know, give to missions, or something. I could probably go to mass too, or to confession, I don't know Dallas. Why are you interrogating me like this? It feels like the Spanish Inquisition, you know. Maybe you said you heard the gates of hell opening. Yes, maybe it was you, and now you want to pin it on me." Selena concluded her little ramble with a look of confidence and self-righteousness on her face; inside she was hoping Dallas had bought her bluff.

"What the hell was all that?" Dallas said in a very low voice, from which Selena correctly deduced she had not bought it at all.

"Listen, Selena, I don't know what's going on here, but it's definitely something more than just you getting religious all of a sudden. I've known you for a long time and I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous before. So I'm asking you, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly got so nervous?"

They stared at each other for a long time, Selena sure that if she broke the stare first, or glanced at Sister Demi's bed, Dallas would know for sure what was going on. She forced herself to hold her friend's stare, but it was extremely hard to do.

Amazingly, Dallas folded first. "OK, you don't want to talk about it, and I respect your wishes. That means something is definitely off with you. And that also means you shouldn't be alone with a stranger tonight. Pack your crap, your moving in with me." The short dancer opened the closet, got out Selena's bag, and started throwing her stuff into it before she even had a chance to react.

"Dallas, what the fuck? Leave my things alone!" She said indignantly, while at the same time she started taking things out of the roughly packed bag. "I don't need you to baby sit me the entire weekend! And nothing's wrong with me, just let my things alone! I'm doing perfectly well, I'm trying to relax, and trust me you're not helping me right now. I'm sure that staying in the same bed with you won't be in our best interests. Stop messing with my clothes this instant!"

Dallas stopped packing and looked at her. "No, Selena. I can't say I'm thrilled about sleeping in the same bed with you, but I do believe there's something going on with you, and I'm not about to let you stay with my little sister. She's not really ready to deal with your messes." With that, Dallas resumed throwing her stuff into the bag.

She was speechless, for a moment she thought her friend had guessed the true nature of her problem, Sister Demi. After some consideration, she concluded that it wasn't the case. If Dallas knew she had the hots for her sister, she would have gone ballistic. For a brief moment, she considered blackmailing Dallas with that. From the brief interaction between the sisters she had witnessed, she had noticed how protective Dallas was of her. Selena was completely sure she would sacrifice herself to keep her sister's virtue intact. It was just a fleeting thought; she would never act so lowly. She considered going with the flow and sleep at Dal's room, but she knew her friend would be defensive the whole time, and neither would be able to get any rest. They'd probably end up in a major fight. No, the only solution was to stay in this room. Yes, it would be hard; she really thought she was feeling something for Sister Demi, but she was sure she'd be able to control herself. She was a good girl and she would respect the cloth. Her mind was made, now she just needed to convince Dallas to stop freaking out.

"OK, stop right there!" She said rather forcefully. "I don't know what's gotten into you too, but I'm staying right here! You gave me this room to share with your sister for a reason, and I want to stay here. Now you need to take a deep breath, and then very gently step away from my stuff before one of us gets hurt."

"You will stay where I say you will." Dallas voice was barely a whisper, and for the first time in her life, Selena was scared of her friend. She seemed genuinely angry. They begun another staring contest, which she was sure she was gonna lose when a soft knock was heard.

Sister Demi entered the room, and by her demeanor, Selena was sure she could feel the tension between them.

"What's going on, Dallas? Why are you throwing all that stuff into that bag? And why are you guys fighting? Before I knocked on the door I could hear you guys screaming?" Sister Demi said in a low, almost angelic voice, or so Selena thought.

"We were not fighting, we never fight. Selena's just feeling a little under the weather and I thought it was best if she stayed in my room rather than bothering you all night. But it's OK, we're almost finished packing, why don't you go to the studio and pray for her soul or something. Isn't it time for your None Prayer?" Dallas said dismissively to her sister.

Sister Demi looked at Selena before answering. "I already said my None Prayer, Dallas. And I prayed for your soul too, I always do, you know. Now, please, will you stop this nonsense? It's obvious to me she doesn't want to go sleep with you, why are you trying to force her?"

Dallas took a while before speaking. "You don't understand what's going on here, so please stay out of it, little sister."

"Leigh, what's going on?" Sister Demi said in a rather provoking tone.

Before Selena could even smirk at the name, Dallas snapped. "Don't you ever call me "Leigh" again, do you hear me?" It was actually difficult because her voice had gone even lower.

Sister Demi looked shocked, and for a moment, not a sound could be heard. She had the look of a deer that had just seen her mother killed by hunters, her eyes started watering, and suddenly, she started bawling said eyes out.

Selena was shocked! She couldn't believe this turn of events. Again, before she could react, Dallas was at her sister's side, completely apologetic.

"Oh no! Please Demi, please don't cry! I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you! Please stop crying!" Dallas whispered, which only served to increase Sister Demi's sobs. Dallas hugged her, and started to gently wipe the tears away her thumbs. They sat down at one of the beds.

Selena felt extremely uncomfortable, watching as the sisters shared their moment, but still it had been an interesting turn of events. One second the little Munroe was all bright and shiny, the next she was crying like someone had stolen her lolly. She saw them whisper at each other, but it was impossible for her to hear anything.

A few minutes later, Sister Demi calmed down a bit, and asked Dallas for a glass of ice water, which Selena offered to get, but her old friend asked her to stay in the room in a tone that accepted no complaints.

As Dallas left the room, the young nun's demeanor changed instantly. Her eyes were still red, her face still tear-streaked, but there was a smile in said face, and mirth in those eyes. She laughed a little before speaking. "Oh my, you think she bought that? This was so much fun!"

Selena was shocked! "I'm sorry, what are you talking about?"

Sister Demi spoke again, this time slower, as if Selena had a learning impediment or something similar. "Yes, you know, do you think she bought the whole 'bad big sister made poor little nun' cry thing? I mean, there was nothing else I could do, she was never gonna relent; she was determined to get you out of here and into her room. I managed to convince her not to. I told her a little fib about how I thought it was because of me, but I'm sure God will forgive me, I had only good motives in my heart." Her smile was a mile wide.

Selena sat down on the other bed. "You did?"

Sister Demi giggled like a schoolgirl. A smoking hot, catholic, schoolgirl. "Of course, silly! It's always fun to mess with Dallas a little. She sometimes takes me too seriously. I guess it's only natural for her; she believes that since I'm a nun I should be sheltered from the rest of the world. I mean, it's weird, considering how things were in the past."

"In the past?"

"Yes, you know, before I became a nun."

"Oh, well, maybe." Selena said halfheartedly, since she had absolutely no clue what the girl was talking about.

"Doesn't matter, just don't blow it when Dal comes back, ok?" And with that, Sister Demi fully changed again into crying mode.

"You could have been an actor, you managed to completely fool me."

The nun stepped out of character, and flashed her wonderfully toothy smile before responding. "Yeah, I could have been a lot of things, but I believe this is what God intended for me" And she resumed her light sobbing just in time, as Dallas entered the room again.

"Hey, sorry it took me so long, but mum says there's a call for you from someone from your convent, it's been transferred here, but since the phones are on mute we didn't realized."

The little Munroe walked to the phone slowly, picked up, and when she heard the voice on the other side, her happiness was immense. "Sister Stephanie?" Her giggle was amazing.

Selena found Dallas staring at her, and couldn't help whisper. "Bipolar, much?"