big cute chapter ngl, writing these characters makes me cope w my schoolwork so,,, yes enjoy
LONG CHAPTER !
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Demi flicked off her phone notifications, the teacher glaring at her from across the room while she talked. It was seventh period, and eighth period was a free period for today. It was something about them doing well on the state finals; but she wasn't paying attention, she was looking at Selena. Demi was glad there was no Art class today, because she had yet to finish her assignment.
Unfortunately in English, the teacher had of course separated them into two different sides of the room. She couldn't help but feel spiteful for that, which was basically the only time she would ever feel angry that she wasn't sitting next to Selena. Like an alternate reality, Selena turned and gave her a smile before writing down more notes in her notebook.
Demi smiled widely back, and she hurriedly continued to write her notes. Her life was finally peaking its tiny nose up to the sky, and the girl was encouraging it to do so. Sure, nothing was perfect yet, but the girl was okay with it being a little better than bad.
Suddenly, the rummaging of bad and classwork woke her from her thoughts, and she came to recognize the sound of her classmates packing up. Her teacher rebelled, saying that they shouldn't start to pack until she said to―but everyone continued anyways. Students stood and travelled to their friends' desks, and she soon found Selena looming over hers, hands pressed against her desk top and upper body leaning towards her.
"Class was fun," she tried to start conversation.
"Yeah, sure," Demi replied in a sarcastic, cynical way.
Selena just scoffed, eyes brightening for a second, "I just remembered that eighth period is free! We can go home early."
The girl did a happy twirl, and Demi laughed, unbothered by the unpleasant stares of her classmates. They murmured, "Why are they talking?", "They look like friends," and not to mention the unavoidable, "Why is she talking to her? She's so gross."
Selena seemed to notice her uncomfortable stance, so she opened her ears to other voice aside from Demi's.
"Hey, can you back off?" She spat at the owner of the last comment, "She's not gross. We're friends now, so I'd appreciate it if you left her alone."
Demi would say something, but she wasn't too sure about what she would say. When the bell rang, Selena grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the classroom, eyes following her in shock. The girl's face sung with fury, and her grip tightened the more they walked.
"Ow…!" Demi hissed, but felt bad when Selena's eyes widened. "I mean,"
"Agh, I'm so sorry," the girl let go of her wrist, instead pressing her fingers against the girl's palm. "I didn't mean to grab so hard, I'm just so peeved."
Demi nodded nicely, ruffling her hair, "Don't worry about it."
Selena grumbled and fixed her hair, sticking out her tongue at the girl. Her fingers sieved through her hair and readjusted the knots, a lot of 'hmphs' coming from her mouth.
Demi bit her lip quietly, trying to control the shakiness in her knees at the girl. She was so pretty, it was almost a fucking crime.
"So, are you gonna stay at my house now?" She begged after flopping her hair to one side of her shoulder. "Please?"
"Hold on, just let me text my dad," Demi pulled out her phone, noticing the three new messages that lit up on her screen. "He already texted me…"
DAD : Demi, please don't come home.
DAD : Your mother is being weird, I don't want you to get involved.
DAD : I just need to talk to her
"Woah," Selena noted, reading over her shoulder in surprise. "What happened?"
Demi murmured a low whimper, leaning her head into Selena's, "I'm scared."
Selena clutched the girl's shoulders tightly, rubbing her arms softly, "It's okay. I'm sure your dad is fine."
Demi looked up, trying to think about something other than her dad. Her dad was strong, yes, but Myra had always been just a bit stronger. Whenever they'd fight, her dad would try to calm the woman, but would always end up failing.
"You think so?"
Selena's smile perked up at the end of her lips, bringing Demi's face into hers. She enveloped the girl's lips with her own, breaking the sad girl from her thoughts.
Demi smiled back, hugging her tightly. Their cheeks grazed a bit, and Demi's chin was resting carefully on Selena's shoulder.
God, she would live in Losertown with this girl anyday.
Demi slumped her bag to the side of Selena's door, jumping onto the couch, "Ah, I missed this couch."
"What'd ya miss most?" Selena asked with a smile, hanging her purse on the hook, opposed to Demi's mess-making habits.
The messy girl looked up and beamed, "You, of course."
"Good answer!" Selena laughed, poking her cheeks on either side.
"Gahh," Demi flinched away, using her hands to shoo. "I still know where you're ticklish."
She reached up to the girl's ear, brushing her fingers up and down the outside. Selena's shoulder defensively perched up, crushing Demi's fingers in between her shoulder and her ear. A giggle escaped her lips, but her face read anger.
"Hey! Not fair…" Selena pouted, swatting Demi's reaching hand away when she was trying again.
"But it's funny, Selena!" The other girl smiled, resulting in the sad pout transforming into a smile of her own.
"Is not," Selena retorted, crossing her arms.
"Mmm," Demi smiled, brushing their lips together, "Is too."
"O-okay," Selena started, dumbfounded by the loving eyes that pierced hers. "Is too."
Demi guffawed, holding her chest as she laughed. Meanwhile, Selena just glared, her dark brown eyes contracting. Demi snorted, "God, you're so in love with me!"
"Am not!" Selena rebutted, blushing heavily.
"Yes you are," Demi wiped a stray tear from her eye from the laughter, "You can't even sleep without me."
Selena scoffed, letting out a pfft and rolling her eyes, "I can too."
"Wanna bet?"
"What are you doing?" Selena stumbled from the bathroom, noticing the covers pulled over the couch and a girl fluffing the pillows on the opposite side.
"Getting ready for bed." Demi shot her a smile back, "Since you don't need me in there with you… unless you want to admit defeat right now."
"Pfft," Selena waved her hand dismissively. "I can so sleep without you. Goodnight, comrade."
She gave Demi a quick salute before turning and marching right to her bedroom. Demi snorted, sinking into the couch cushions quietly. It was empty, and a bit cold, but Demi could suffice. However, she wasn't quite sure about Selena―but a bet's a bet.
Selena tossed to her other side. Her fingers reached for something, but they only found the wrinkles of her sheets.
She turned to the other side, and this time her fingers found where the bed ended and her nightstand began. The girl tucked the covers into a ball and pressed it close to her chest, but even when she had used up the whole blanket, it wasn't as warm as Demi.
"I hate losing bets," the girl mumbled to herself in her sleep, dreaming that the blanket ball was the girl lying on the couch outside her bedroom.
The girl slunk to her feet, letting the brown carpet in her room prickle her bare feet. Shuffling outside of the room, she noticed sparkling brown eyes staring back at her.
"Hey," Selena mumbled, noticing the chocolate pools blink, the shadows of her face lightening as she stood up.
"Lost the bet?" Demi asked with a smile, holding out her hand to the girl.
Selena took the girl's outstretched hand in hers, allowing herself to be pulled into the girl's warmth. She welcomed it with a hug, tightening her grip.
"I hate you," She muffled into the girl's shirt.
"You're hugging me like you love me," Demi pointed out, which Selena only dug her head further into her shirt in response.
"Shut up, just hold me."
Demi laughed, pulling the girl closer and falling back onto the couch with Selena in her arms. The girl kicked up the covers from beneath them, covering the girl who lay ontop of her with the blanket.
"I love you too, Selena."
Selena perked her head up from the girl's chest, smiling brightly, "You do?"
"Yup," Demi ran her fingers through the girl's hair.
Selena smiled with glee, pulling herself up so their faces lined up evenly. The girl brushed noses with her, and Demi laughed at her silliness. Selena began to speak, grabbing Demi's attention:
"Date me."
Demi sputtered in surprise, dropping her hands from the girl's waist in shock. Selena's smile turned to a crooked frown, but Demi quickly fixed her mistake.
"Y-yeah! Yeah! Of course, I—" Demi rested her hand on the girl's cheek, which she leaned into softly. "Yes. I'll date you."
Selena smiled, losing her support and falling freely onto Demi's lips. The bottom girl had to resist a laugh at her excitement, instead curling her fingers against the girl's cheeks. Demi wrapped an arm around the girl's back, while Selena snuggled into her neck.
Demi just looked down, stomach spurting with twists and turns that made her sick—lovesick. She felt like the she could lose her at any second, and so brought another arm just after her other one, tightening her grip and pulling her close.
Selena giggled and pressed a kiss into the girl's neck, using her foot to plunge a blanket over her back. She felt so safe; so protected. A robber could bust in with a fully loaded gun and Selena would just curl up on Demi and go back to sleep.
She wished that she could sleep forever.
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