HELLO ? yes! welcome back, this ep is a bit of 'realizing' for the characters so there's not really a lot of fluff but ... thought fluff if that's a thing? :^)

ALSO! i know I posted this one right after the other one, I just didn't want to leave yall on that big sad ending :(

Selena didn't know what she was expecting when she came back from school; she was leaving it up to fate to decide how she would feel. How she would feel if Demi was relaxing on one of the couch cushions with her torso twisted and her legs dangling off of the side, the remote control in her hands. But, Demi was nowhere—and Selena just sat down and waited.

She never came. Only silence masked the room, and Selena's head was now flung back over the back on the couch, a bored groan escaping her throat.

She did the only thing she knew how to do, call her friends.

"Hey Tay - do you wanna have the sleepover we didn't get to do before?"

Demi found herself staring back at her old house, goosebumps following her skin at the way the porch shook whenever someone was walking inside. The girl brought her fingers to the door, but couldn't bear to knock. A few possibilities ran through her; like if she could grovel back to Selena and beg her to forgive her for what she'd done. Huh, or maybe she could go homeless? Sleep on a bench, steal food from trash cans… No, it wasn't worth it.

The girl knocked three times, the first one weak but the last two powerful. When the door swung open, her dad's eyes widened.

"Oh, Demetria!" Demi's eyes widened as her dad pulled her in for a hug, his hands bringing her back closer. "I've missed ya so much, honey. I've never regretted anything more than kicking ya out…"

"Really?" Demi's voice cracked; she was so stupid. She should've came back earlier, she shouldn't have gotten so wrapped up in the person that has hated her forever and will continue to do so. Even if… her lips were soft, and she was nice to hold—no matter!

"Who's that, honey?" Her mother rounded it corner, and her father pulled her inside, worry ridden on his face when her mother scowled. "Get her out of here!"

"Now, Honey," her dad began, resting his hand on Demi's opposite shoulder. "I think we should give her a chance… we were pretty bad parents, huh?"

Mrs. Lovato's face turned to a beet red and she turned around, stomping off into the kitchen while Demi just sighed and looked to her feet. Even still, her Dad patted her back.

"Bah, don't worry about her. She'll come around. So—where'd ya go? How'd ya live?"

Demi rubbed her eyes with two fingers, a long, pent-up sigh running from her stomach, "I fucked up real bad, Dad."

Mr. Lovato throatily chuckled, turning to face her. He gave her a supportive smile, "I did too, Hon, I don't even understan' how I was so mean to ya."

"Dad, I mean," Demi looked at him sadly, her shoulders slumped, "I dunno. I was living with someone who hated me… I thought we got along but…"

Her dad urged her on after she went a few minutes without continuing.

"I don't know. She's embarrassed of me. I liked her, too, I guess, but it wasn't meant to be." Demi shrugged, averting eye contact with her dad. it felt good to talk to someone, however—Demi was glad that he wasn't hitting her or insulting her. She'd have to ask him what changed his mind, but right now she was too incompetent to form sentences correctly.

"Liked her as a friend," her dad moved his head to the side questionably, "Or as more?"

Demi shuffled her feet, and her Dad rubbed her shoulders with a sigh, "Oh, yeah, I know how that feels."

"You're not mad?" Demi asked, her eyes filled with concern. She assumed that her parents would be outrageously mad if she ever liked anyone of the same gender—but her father seemed relatively calm.

"Your Momma might have some choice words," he tried to joke, "But I'm okay with it, Darlin. Now go get some rest."

Demi beamed happily, and it was a pretty real smile, too. She marched up her rickety stairs, noticing the finger marks in dust on the windowsill from when Selena was here. Demi shook it from her thoughts and continued up the stairs. Selena didn't matter right now; Selena was no longer apart of her life.

She didn't miss her at all... but she was lying to herself.

Loserville; population of one.

"I have to warn you, I'm a cuddle bug," Selena warned her friend as she hopped into bed, the mattress bouncing her up once before settling her down.

"That's okay," Taylor laughed, blowing on her hot pink nails. "My sister is one too."

Selena smiled happily and rested her head on the pillow. The whole night had taken her mind off of the dark-haired girl—she who shall not be named—but when Selena started to talk about what it feels like when you're in love, the only thing that came her mind was just: Demi, Demi, Demi!

It didn't matter, though! Selena was completely over her. Well, she wished that she was over the girl right now, hugging her torso—no! She didn't wish that, she was done with trying to please Demi.

The girl let herself fall asleep next to Taylor, wondering how awkward it would be when she woke up. While she fell asleep, the girl contemplated what to say; like 'Oops, sorry!' or something simple like that.

When she woke up, she was neither wrapped up in Taylor nor was she remotely close to her. In fact, they were lying on opposite sides of the bed, and Selena was sure that she didn't even move all night. She had felt so empty all night; she missed holding someone. She thought it would ebb away when her brain forced her to cuddle with Taylor; but her brain did not do anything.

It was like once you finally get it—in this case, Demi's warmth—you can't live without it. Selena refused to believe it though; she wanted to tell herself that she did not need Demi. So, in her low moment, she brought herself close to Taylor and wrapped her arms around her carefully, waiting for the same feeling that she felt with Demi.

But it felt so wrong; in two different ways. Taylor didn't feel the same as Demi, it felt like nothing compared to Demi's cuddles. She felt so horrible cuddling with the girl that she immediately retracted her hands and nervously scooted back. It was also wrong that she used Taylor like that; Taylor was her best friend! If Taylor ever knew, she would probably be a mix between upset and disgusted. Ugh!

Selena forced herself to stand up, it was finally Friday and she'd have to drive Taylor to school. But Selena couldn't focus on that right now, she stomped to the bathroom and pouted all the way there.

Stupid Demi. Why does she have to be cute and why do I need her? This isn't fair. It's worse than when she was gone from school and Selena sat around all day with nothing to do but mope.

Selena gasped and thought back to what Taylor said last night,

"God, Selena, Do you know what it's like to be in love?" She asked with glee in her eyes, her phone clutched close to her pink pajamas.

"I dunno," Selena shrugged.

"Well, it's like… you miss someone whenever they're not near you, touching them gives you butterflies—" the girl dragged on, swooning about some guy in her school; but all Selena could think about was her. "Oh, and they're like, the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen, even if other people think they're not… It's like this sensation, where every time you're with someone you just, melt. Everything you want to do is about them, and you, just, together. Every night, you lay down and just think about them, and wonder if they're thinking about you. Every moment you share with them is just, happy. So dang happy."

Selena smiled and nodded, closing her eyes blissfully. Right…

She was missing Demi right now, and she missed her when they were fighting—but that's different! Just because touching or cuddling with Demi gave her a bit of a flutter doesn't mean anything either; she was just… sick! Demi might be unremarkably beautiful, as well, but—oh, and don't forget the cute way her eyes sparkle when she smiles—that doesn't really account to anything either! Every moment after they made up may have been happy, but it meant absolutely nothing! Just because Selena literally could sink into Demi's arms and sleep there for days was just… because she was a cuddlebug!

No, she was only a cuddle-bug for Demi. she didn't cuddle with Taylor, Taylor felt wrong in her arms, the idea of anyone else dating Demi other than her sickened her.

That was the whole problem; she was in love with Demi Lovato.

Loserville; population of one.

yes,,, i love making references back to the title it's really fun oops

anyways see yall, review if u would be so kind :^)