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"So, the earring?"Demi had inquired when Selena was already about to pass out on her couch―where Demi was supposed to sleep for the night. "What's so special about it?"

"Who says it's special to me?" Selena stalled, head tilted back against the arm of the chair, legs peeking over the other arm.

"Um," Demi pointed to her still-knotted hair, dripping wet from the seven showers and stringy from the constant brushing. "This is why."

"Well…" the girl stalled on, leaving the other to cross her arms and wait. "How about you tell me why you got kicked out of your house, and I'll tell you why it's so special to me."

Demi sighed, in an angrily dejected way, but it was only fair if both of them shared secrets. Swiftly, the girl tapped Selena's head and shoulders to indicate to her that she should sit up and give her some space. Selena followed the signal after a glare, turning around to face the now-plopped girl.

"You… you go first." The wet-haired girl mumbled.

"No…" the sleepier, cleaner girl mumbled back.

"Yes…" Demi itched a false scratch on her cheek.

"No…!" she threw her hands forward in distaste.

"F-fine!" Demi pushed from her lips, but she regretted it immediately. It was so much easier to tell secrets when you weren't going first.

It was funny too, because she was about to tell the worst secret of her life to not her parents―but to the girl who has been out to get her since fifth grade. Nobody even knew the seriousity of the words she was about to utter, not even her own doctor! So why… why did she want to tell Selena everything?

Demi's heart raced like a bunch of oil-spilling race cars, and she wanted to say something, she wanted to say it. However, her brain was pulling their reigns of her tongue, not letting it venture and say what it needed to say. Selena grew seemingly impatient, eyebrows knitting to the middle of her face, but said nothing.

"I'm sorry, It's hard to say." Demi ducked her head, her shoulders tensing at the touch that she could feel on them.

"Don't worry."

It was so little, but it meant so much to her that she could feel the fuse of her broken firework of a heart sparking with orange flames. It meant so much coming from someone who had hated her for as long as she could remember. Selena seemed to give her a supporting glance, and she wondered…

Why did she hate me, anyways? Demi could not stop herself from thinking. What had she done that was so horrible to turn Selena, who seemed to be very nurturing and loyal - into a rampant, stereotypical mean girl that you'd always see in the cheesy chick-flick movies? Maybe Demi had done something so unforgivable and terrible that it had caused a metaphorical allergic reaction inside of S. Even so, why was she being so nice now… could it be that it was only a game to the girl before her?

"These," she pushed her raw wrists up with immeasurable shame. "The doctor saw them."

Selena's lip sunk to push over her top lip, giving the girl's shoulder a squeeze, "So your parents decided to boot you just for that?"

"I wouldn't say it was just that… but no matter! It's your turn," she desperately tried to change the subject, the feeling of sorrow radiating off of Selena was making her even more dejected.

"Pff, fine. Well," Selena let out a breath of hot air, and Demi felt it on her neck when she dipped her head and began. "I got them from my mom when I was ten. I always wanted my ears pierced, so she decided to take me out and get them for me on my birthday. Turns out, it was because she and my dad were getting divorced."

Demi softened, but didn't say anything until she finished, "The last time I saw her, I was 13 and moody… so when she came to visit I told her I hated her. I don't, at all, really―I was just scared… so she never came to visit again."

Demi couldn't talk, she had no place to. For now, the best she could do were supportive glances and small pats to the indents of her knee. The girl shrugged and finished her story, but Demi was too enthralled with how trusting Selena was with her, despite the fact of the constant, day-to-day harassment. It was something like, "After that, I wore them every day. They're the only thing I really have that has sentimental value to me."

"I'm sorry," Demi stiffened slightly, noticing tears beginning to sharpen at the tips of the girl's eyes.

"Bah, I shouldn't be crying," she tried to weakly smile, "You're the one with the worse story."

"Hey, we can still both have happy endings, though?"

"Mmm, yeah… maybe. Just maybe," the girl smiled sweetly. "Anyways, I'm probably gonna be moving apartments soon. If I can stand you by then, maybe you can come with."

"Oh…" Demi looked down for a second, and her mind carried on with what it had been wondering all along. "Why? I thought you hated me. Why are you suddenly so nice…?"

Selena shrugged, looking away and around her apartment. She slowly turned around, bottom lip tucked in her teeth, "I dunno, honestly."

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