Yooooooo! Alright so this chapter, is just whoa. It was originally longer but I decided to cut come stuff out and make that a different chapter. Um the next chapter should be out soon? I guess? Idk, I'm probably gonna write two versions of the next chapter because it's very important to understand both Demi and Selena's Pov. I guess that's all I have to say. I hope you enjoy(:


Selena's Pov

It's been three weeks since I last saw her, and it's also been three weeks since she started taking over my every thought.

It had always been that way, throughout the day I would find myself thinking about her, but this time it's different. Before I could have called or texted her and we'd immediately meet up, now I can't.

It's my fault since I'm the one that wanted space, but I think it's for the best, it would benefit both of us.

I feel like Demi doesn't know what she wants and that just really bugs me 'cause I wish I could help her. I wanna be able to listen to all her problems and help her through them, I don't want her to be like this, I really just want her to be happy.

I wanna be the one to make her happy, but how can I? I'm not sure if she even likes me at the moment.

I've been thinking about what she said to me,

"In our situation, lies are meant to hurt, but the truth isn't. What makes you happy is the truth"

I still don't get what she means by that. She lied to me, and it obviously hurt, but it's the rest that confuses me.

I didn't even get the time to ask her since Justin was in a hurry. I knew it was something I needed to figure out on my own, otherwise she wouldn't have left me hanging like that. I've been at it for three fucking weeks it's so frustrating.

What does she mean by it? Maybe I'm just over thinking everything, it's something I do a lot. But I just can't crack the code, what does she mean by it?

Even if I do figure it out before the world ends, what does it even matter? She spent Valentine's Day with Wilmer when she could of been spending it with me. It wouldn't have been an official date, because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have had the confidence to ask her, but we would have hanged out and saw a movie or something.

But no, I spent Valentine's Day alone watching stupid t.v shows that reminded me of Demi because that's all we used to do when we were younger.

We had just finished editing one of our vlogs and I was stuffing my face with Pringles.

She turned to face me and shook her head at me as she took the can away from me. I just smiled and looked at the screen.

"I don't get it."

"Get what?" She asked an turned to face, I could see the confusion in her eyes.

"You. I don't know, I'm not making sense right now, but there's so much to you. No one would ever think that you could be such a tech geek. I think it's pretty amazing.

You can act, you can sing, you know how to play and write music. Did I mention you can sing? Because that voice of yours is just damn." She blushed and stared at her lap.

"L-let's just watch the video." Her voice was shaky, but I could see a smile on her lips.

I don't know what caused us to make this video, but we just did. Demi and I are such idiots together, it's hilarious to see that this is what we act like when we're together.

We both started giggling once we saw ourselves bump our heads against each others. She paused it and we started laughing even harder. Words weren't leaving our mouths, it was just weird noise followed my several gasps of air.

She pressed play and I got up to pull a chair closer to the desk. I could hear myself and then Demi's laugh as she looked at me.

"You're an idiot."

"And you are too."

"Shh. Come here. You didn't have to go get another chair." She patted her lap and I just nodded and walked back to her.

I sat on her lap and her hands wrapped themselves around my waist. I automatically tensed up and I know she noticed because she rested her chin on my shoulder, which only made it worse.

I had been trying to keep my distance from Demi, which I guess is why we were being such dorks. I just started paying more attention to the little things that were happening, which probably wasn't the best choice I made because I kept coming up with all these different possibilities and it was different, it was new to me.

I had heard stupid rumors that Demi and I were together, but they didn't matter to me because Demi's my best friend, and I'm straight, but I started analyzing every little thing, and then I ended up over analyzing everything.

How quick everything hit me is what scared me, which is why I distanced myself from Demi. But I couldn't keep away for too long, and she had sensed that something was off.

I couldn't exactly tell her, I don't even know what I would say.

She slightly pushed her chin into my shoulder-blade to get my attention. I heard a guitar and then the beat of the drums and realized what song was playing.

I watched how we interacted on the screen. I didn't know the name of the song, but it was familiar. I had heard Demi singing it before but never really paid attention to it.

She gave me a big cheeky smile as I read the name of the song. I rolled my eyes, she was so obsessed with William Beckett from the Academy Is.

I didn't expect her to sing, and once she did I started smiling, well more like grinning at the camera. I turned to look at her, and she noticed because she turned to face me as well, but she didn't stop singing.

She moved away as she held out the note, but only to move closer to me and hug me. She pulled me close to her and I just shook my head and smiled.

Watching myself with her, seeing how I reacted to everything thing she was doing in like under a minute was interesting. Just by my facial expression I could remember what I was thinking.

It was in that moment where I realized how everything properly fit. Everything that I had ever thought, everything that had been happening between us, it's because I wanted it to. I wanted to feel a field of butterflies erupt in my stomach whenever Demi was near.

I wanted Demi. I wanted her and no one else, but I'm not in love with her, but I think I'm falling for her. There's a difference in that, right?

'I'm not in love

This is not my heart.'

What does that mean? My thoughts go back to the lines she sang. Does it even mean anything? He's not in love and that isn't his heart, is he denying his love for a girl?

"Sel?!" She shouted after me, but it was too late. I was already walking into her bedroom and I didn't wanna walk back.

I crawled into her bed and unlocked her Ipod. That's kinda why I left, Demi's so secretive about her Ipod so I disconnected it and lwalked away. I kinda wanna finish listening to that song.

I would have asked her to play it for me, but I knew she'd get cocky about. She swears I'm jealous that he's her celebrity, and I am, kinda, but she doesn't know that.

I type About A Girl in her music library and get two results. One of them is the actual song, but the other, I'm not sure what it is.

"Why did you run?" I watch as door hits the wall and then bounces off.

Her eyes land on me, and then on my hands which are holding her Ipod. She walks towards me and takes it out of my hands and places it on her nightstand next to me. I look at the screen and see About A Girl and then several songs under it, but the screen shuts off before I can identify what it actually says.

I sigh and look up at her, I don't say anything, I just pat the spot next to me. She throws herself on the bed, causing me to slightly jump up, she lands next to me and taps my nose.

"When are you gonna tell me what's bothering you? Did I do something wrong?" Yeah, you made me fall for you.

"I'm just tired, of everything I guess. I don't know, I just wanna skip life for a few days."

She grabbed my hand and started tracing circles on the palm of my hand. I didn't expect her to speak up because I didn't even know what to say. It's not like I lied to her, I'm just hiding the truth.

"Well we have the weekend to be bums. Why don't we just stay in bed for the rest of the day and cuddle while we pig out and watch lame t.v shows?"


We spent all day doing just that, and I didn't mind. I pushed my thoughts away and tried to enjoy this moment. I held her in my arms all day, the only times I didn't is when she got up to get more food.

She knew something was bothering me, but she didn't bring it up again. I'm glad she didn't because I still need more time to think.

I've been thinking a lot about her Ipod though, what's on there that I can't see?

"Demi?"

"Hmm?"

"Your Ipod, um I'm sorry about that. But can I ask you something?"

"Yeah Sel, what's up?" She turned to face me and I got goosebumps when she nuzzled her face into my chest.

"About A Girl. I think, um. What is it?"

She got out of my grip and sat up. She started picking at her nails, but here eyes didn't meet mine.

"I-it's, um i-it's just a playlist. Yeah, um it's a playlist with songs from, song from The Academy Is. W-why?" I watched her as she struggled to properly speak, which caught me off guard.

What is she so nervous about? I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to what she's saying.

"But why is it titled About A Girl? Is it about someone? Someone you like?"

"C-can we just watch t.v?"


I didn't ask her anything else, but that doesn't mean I didn't think about it. Now that I look back at it that playlist was obviously about someone, and it was definitely about some girl she liked. But who did Demi like? I don't even know when Demi came to terms with her sexuality. I don't even know when I came to terms with my sexuality.

I don't think I even care, I just know Demi's the only person I actually want. But has she ever wanted me the way I want her? What if that playlist was about me? What if she liked me but was denying her love for me, just like the song? Ha ha, no.

"Selena!" I hear my mom yell out my name, but I don't move.

"What?" Silence.

"Mom, what?!" I speak up again, but there's more silence, now I have no choice but to get out of bed.

I run down the stairs pouting. I was so comfortable, I hate when she does this to me. If she screamed out my name why couldn't she just scream out what she needed to tell me?

"Yea- whoa. Um hi?" I looked at my mom, silently asking her why Demi's sitting on the couch.

"H-hey Sel." She got up and smiled at me. I walked towards and smiled back, I pulled her into me and wrapped my arms around her neck.

"I missed you." I pecked her cheek and rested my head on her shoulder as I felt her wrap her arms around my waist.

"I-I missed you too." She stuttered again, which caught my attention. Demi usually doesn't stutter, unless she's nervous, but she has nothing to be nervous about, she's comfortable with my mom.

"Ahem." I hear my mom clear her throat and we immediately pull away from each other.

"Ugh kids. Anyways, I asked Demi to come over and help you sort out the boxes we have in what's going to be the nursery room."

"You? As in me? Mom why?" I whined and threw myself on the couch. I was supposed to stay in bed all day, not take things out of boxes with the girl I'm supposed to be staying away from.

"Selena go." My mom pointed at the stairs and I sighed. I didn't wanna get her mad, I know it's bad for the baby so I sighed and started walking towards the stairs.

"You too Demi." Demi laughed at my mom and walked behind me.

"The hormones are definitely kicking in huh?" I laugh at her question and shake my head.

"Ugh, you have no idea."

"I heard that." My mom yells from down stairs and we speed up. We really don't need my pregnant mother yelling at us.


A lot of the boxes were actually things for the baby so we put them in the closet. Some boxes belonged to me, I didn't remember having majority of those things but Demi enjoyed looking at them.

We haven't talked much, and whenever we do it's about what's in the box, we haven't talked about anything personal. How would I even bring it up? What do I say? I don't even know what I wanna say to her.

I mean we did talk, but it was about a jacket, which was found in one of the boxes, so it's not like we made any progress. But she is keeping it, I guess that counts for something, right?

It's a light jean jacket from my clothing line, I didn't even know I had it, just like a majority of the other stuff we found. I didn't want it, it's kinda old, but she liked it and said she'd hate to see it go to waste, so I let her have it.

"I didn't know you wrote." I looked up once I heard her voice. I'm on the other side of the room so I turned around to see what she's talking about.

"What?"

"Songs. I knew you wrote poems and stuff, but I didn't know you wrote actual songs." I walk over to her and see a red and black notebook in her hand, I immediately recognize what it is. It's my songbook, I started writing in there because of her, hence the red and black since those are her favorite colors. And now that same notebook is in her hands. Fuck.

"Um yeah. I'll take that, I mean there's no point of keeping it in there. It's really, really old, I didn't even remember I had it, so let me take care of it." I was practically rambling, and I know she noticed because of the look she had on her face.

She's either going to read it, or tease me about it. I tried reaching for it, but slipped and landed on her lap. I felt my cheeks get warm, this is a really awkward position to be in.

I quickly rearranged myself so the back of my head was resting on her lap. I felt one of her hands beginning to stroke my hair. This feel so nice. Everything about this moment feels nice. I look up at her and smile, what she says next makes me want to take back what I was just thinking about this moment being nice.

"Are you really that desperate that you're willing to go down on me for this notebook? I never thought you had it in you Gomez." Yup, she embarrassed me, why am I not surprised? Her jokes haven't gotten a lot more sexual than usual.

"Demi, shut up." She looked down at me and smiled as she moved a strand of hair to the side of face.

I immediately noticed her Stay tattoo on her left wrist, and I felt bad about the scars. I admire her for everything she's been through. I reach for her arm and trace the thin white lines on her wrist. She doesn't say anything, but I do.

"Demi, I love you. You're my best friend. I just want you to know, that even after all these years, after everything we've been through, you will always mean the world to me, and I will always, always love you." You're the love of my life.

Obviously I don't say the last part to her, but I wish I could. I've never been so sure about what I want in life, I always have second thoughts on almost everything, but with her it's different. I spent so much time denying what I feel for her, but every time I tried ignoring my feelings towards Demi I would come up with the same conclusion each time, but I'm finally ok with it. I'm in love with my best friend, I'm in love with Demi.


Manhattanpizza: I dislike Jelena with a passion, like eugh.

LovezObsessed: Lol yup, they're really stubborn. I'm pretty sure that's why they aren't as close anymore, they're stubborness gets in the way of them being able to properly fx whatever happened between them.

VeehxD: Haha yeah, but both of them will get their shit together, kinda.

Demenaforver13: Yes I completely agree. Demi is an idiot.

Suefanficlover: Ugh yes Dilmer is just no.

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