RA! RA! RASPUTIN! hi welcome back im absolutely dead, i tried to make this BIG FLUFFY so hop right in
"Ugh, my head," Selena let out a growl, curling further into the unnamed warmth on her bed. Wait, unnamed warmth? Her eyes snapped open, remembering the shit-pile of drinks she had last night and not much after that. She was honestly terrified that she had slept with someone random last night, when she had been saving herself for someone special.
She relaxed a bit when it was Demi, but still stayed stiff. Here she was, pulled against the girl she had accidentally kissed and left alone at that scary party. She didn't deserve to, at all, but she snuggled in further just to enjoy the warmth while it was still there.
She truthfully had ran off because she was scared that the kiss didn't disgust her as much as she assumed it would if she ever did kiss Demi. It wasn't like she, dreamed about it! She just had a moment one day and laughed at herself for it and never thought of it again. Now, though, she couldn't get it out of her mind. It was so surreal, and Selena may have even liked it a bit. Right now, though, she wanted to forget it all and cry.
"Are you up?" A groggy voice sounded in her ears, who she automatically recognized.
"Mhm…" Selena mumbled, which came out a lot different than she wanted. After all, her face was pressed against the girl's stomach. She felt a hand run through her hair, and she shivered in surprise - wasn't like it was unpleasant, just surprising.
"Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
"No, I'm warm." the girl blurted before she knew what she was doing, but luckily she heard Demi laugh.
"You'll still be warm, You'll be in a blanket burrito." Demi tried to encourage, mostly because she was sure her legs had lost all blood circulation, and she badly wanted some pancakes.
Truthfully, Selena didn't want her to leave, but gave in and nodded against her stomach. When her face and arms were detached from the girl's body, she felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and dejectedness, not to mention that the cold breeze from her fan felt so wrong without Demi's body there to combat it.
Meanwhile, Demi had popped four pancakes in the toaster—because she was all about classy breakfasts—and waited patiently for the timer to ding. She wondered silently how Selena was doing, and if she would have the be the friend that held back her hair when she vomited in the toilet.
The timer dinged not too long after, the floppy pancakes popping up and crackling just a bit. Demi noticed the slightly-fading black edges, crispy and breaking when touched. She shrugged an 'Oops', and bit off the black edges carefully on one of the pancakes, planning to give the slightly better ones to Selena.
"What did you do to those poor pancakes?" Selena asked with a gasp, eyeing the slightly burned edges.
"What?" Demi smirked, "They're Chicago style."
The hungover girl rolled her eyes and chewed off half of the pancake with rumbling hunger, moaning with ecstasy when she felt the food land safely in her stomach.
"I didn't know you were into food porn," the sober girl laughed.
Selena looked up with pink cheeks, flinging a fluffy white pillow at the girl's face.
"Y'know, you still didn't tell me exactly why you ran out back there."
She froze, but tried to recover, "I was just scared you hated me or something. I assume I was clingy last night, so that's probably a result."
"Damn right you were clingy," Demi confirmed, finishing her pancake with one final gulp. However, Selena had already finished her other three with immense hunger.
Selena rolled her eyes, standing up and feeling her legs wobble. The girl let out a whispered, 'Shit', and practically fell into Demi.
"Okay, calm down you fawn," Demi laughed, indicating that she had stumbled like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time.
"Sorry," Selena sighed, her nose brushing against the girl's collarbone as she sat up. Demi just smiled and helped her to stand up properly, wanting to laugh very badly. However, she held it back and finally got Selena to stand up still without wobbling and latching onto her shoulders.
Selena could not mask the blush on her face, it was so evident that even a colorblind person could make it out. Trying to desperately change the subject, she tried, "Shouldn't we be at school?"
"I called you in sick," Demi answered with a laugh, "I don't know if you remember, but at six in the morning you kept me in a hug all while I walked to the couch to get my phone and call in."
"God dammit," Selena cursed herself. "Remind me to never get drunk again."
"Sure thing, Sel." the girl blushed, and Demi made the hypothesis that she was telling the truth when her drunk self told her that she liked it when she was called Sel.
Selena sighed, looking to the warm bed and then to the warm person in front of her, smiling happily. Demi cocked an eyebrow, following her gaze.
"Let me guess, you want to be warm again?"
Selena nodded, giving her best pleading face. Demi shrugged and punched her lips together, trying to fight back a smile.
"I dunno, why should I? You don't seem drunk anymore." she shrugged absentmindedly, turning away and then back.
"Cause you're warm… and you uh…" Selena thought, giving her a weak smile. "I'll tell you why I was so mean to you?"
Demi thought about it for a second, before releasing herself into the bed, arms open. It was obvious she was instructing the girl to climb into her wide arms, fingers wiggling in expectancy. Selena gave in reluctantly—she mostly just wanted to hold something and get some more sleep—relishing the feeling of Demi's arms around her once she had climbed in.
"Spill," Demi shook the girl in her arms, which Selena chuckled at. Suddenly, she didn't like her idea anymore.
here we go! next chapter you'll hear Selena's side :^)