WELCOME BACK, i know last chapter was WILD so lets jump back in

Demi couldn't breathe. Even though her pillows were lightly fluffed and her knitted blanket was so thin it was basically see through, her throat felt swollen.

"You just…" Demi raised three fingers to her bottom lip, the gloss smudging her fingers lightly.

"I didn't… I'm sorry!" Selena cried out, stepping away from the girl shakily. "i was just… I got too into the thing, and..!"

"It's okay," Demi tried to soothe, but it wasn't okay. She wasn't okay - her arms were shaking and her legs were pulsing. In the moment, time had slowed down. Demi knew quite well it was a peck, lasting less than a second - but it felt so different. It felt like an hour of their lips touching, it felt like an hour of… Well, Demi stopped thinking to herself with some supernatural fear that Selena could hear her thoughts.

Demi just couldn't wrap her head around it; the fact that she enjoyed the feeling. It sort of made her sick to think about, she made herself sick. Selena obviously wanted it to be a huge mistake; and here she was sexualizing it like Selena had slid her pants down in the middle of the room. Of course, that thought just pulsed her legs a bit more, so she came back to the situation at hand.

Selena looked worse than her, though, hand placed over her mouth with clear tears rolling over her knuckles, skin pressed into her jawbone. Demi reached over to comfort her in any way that she could, but Selena broke away and dashed. The girl couldn't even tell where she ran, because it was so far and fast. Demi assumed she made her way back to the apartment - but when she got there from a long walk, Selena didn't even have her bag or shoes by the door.

Demi had brushed her hair and teeth, took a shower, changed her clothes, and got ready for bed, but Selena didn't come back. Every once in a while, the lonesome girl would peer out of the window and see if any girl would come stumbling into the complex. No such luck; even when she went to bed, her brain kept her awake with worrisome thoughts about Selena.

The door swung open, and Demi froze. The light didn't turn on, but she heard someone kick the door closed and fumble in - a walk that Demi only knew as a drunk one.

"Sel?" Demi squinted through the darkness, hearing the girl hiccup and make her way over. "Bitch, I was so worried about you!"

"I got scared," Selena admitted with a hiccup, sitting next to the girl on her couch. "So I ran and… I dunno... I had a homeless man buy me beer,"

The sober girl laughed, "A little? It's okay, I'm just glad you're okay. The kiss was… a mistake. We all make mistakes."

"No," the other girl hacked, leaning closer. "I don't want it to be a mistake."

Demi froze in place; before she realized that Selena was most likely drunk and wouldn't be at her best. In fact, everything she was saying was most likely coming straight from her ass. What would be best would be to get her to bed and let her wake up by herself in the morning.

Being the good friend she was, she helped the drunk female onto her shoulder and heaved her into the bedroom. Selena dropped onto the bed, with a bit of help from Demi. Selena refused to let go of her shirt, however, pulling her closer.

"Yes, Sel?"

"I like when you call me that," she giggled with a swoon, patting beside her anxiously. "Sleep here tonight. That ol' couch is… broken,"

"Will you go to bed if I do?"

Selena thought for a second, bringing a cracked nail to her lip and then nodding vigorously, a smile eating up her cheeks. With a long sigh, Demi climbed into the bed next to her, yelping when Selena practically smothered her.

One thing never really changed, she guessed, and that was that Selena was a cuddlebug. That would technically make Selena the only bug she wasn't utterly terrified of. Demi smiled at her comedic thoughts, pulling the cover up and over the embracing-girl's body, so that she could fall asleep easier.

Selena sunk further into Demi's abdomen, her arms clutched around her hips tightly. The girl let out a bubble of ecstasy, feeling warm and safe when she had something to hold at night. She often slept with a giant stuffed animal, but she never thought anything of it. Now that a person she somewhat cared about was next to her, it felt a lot better than her old stuffed animals.

Demi practically could not believe that the drunk girl on her stomach was the same girl who had ruined her life; she could not believe it at all. Subconsciously, her fingers brushed through the girl's knotted hair, resulting in a purr from the girl below, like she was a tired cat. The sober girl couldn't help but smile at this, resting her hand in her curls lightly.

She refused to sleep all night, making sure that Selena slept well and that she was having good dreams. That, and Selena liked to squeeze her stomach a lot - which made it practically impossible to sleep. Even when Demi had tried to untangle herself to go and get some rest on the couch, Selena had let out the most pathetic whimper she'd ever heard. So, Demi stayed and watched over her, like a guardian angel - or a stalker if you're a pessimist.

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