I apologize for the lack of updates; really busy lately.

Selena's POV

We only drove for like three minutes, and Demi had drifted off to sleep in that short time. I called her name again, shaking her with fond gentleness that I wouldn't have used if we were still friends. I bristled at the mere thought of messing up her hair.

"Selena…" Demi mumbled, her hand twisting itself in my shirt. Awww...she was dreaming about me…

"I'm right here, baby, it's time to get up." I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Hurry up…" She mumbled.

Hurry up with what? Oh God - now I think I know what she's dreaming about.

I shook her a little harder. "Demi! Studio! Sing songs!"

"Wha-?" She opened her eyes, then blushed furiously as if she had forgotten where we were and the fact that her mom was only a few feet away. She'd been snuggling the whole time, so her hair was ruffled.

"Aww, look at you, Sleeping Beauty." I cooed as I combed down her chestnut-dyed hair. I wanted to lean in and peck her lips, but I wasn't sure how well that would've gone with her mother…and I don't her to make us hit a bus out of shock. I settled for a kiss on the cheek, which was something that had always done. I think that one of the great things about our newly created relationship is that we're so close our 'couple-y" moves will just be seen as two friends re-bonding.

We pulled up in front of the studio and Demi's mom dropped us off. I ached to hold her hand in mine, but there were cameras all around the perimeter of the building. I once again settled for less, hooking her arm in mine as I pushed open the glass doors.

The recordings finished quicker than usual, and Demi called Dianne to tell her that we were going to spend some girl time together.

When she hung up I said, "I hope that means sex in the bathroom, but that'd be too much to ask or hope for." Demi just laughed, making me smile.

"C'mon, we're in LA, let's catch a cab." She urged.

I hailed our taxi, giving the man a generous tip and wished him a good morning. We climbed out at the mall, one of my favorite places besides that fancy Italian restaurant downtown. Demi eagerly towed me along. I rolled my eyes when she dragged me into a store for jeans.

I hated jeans, but Demi loved them. I whined for a minutes, asking if I could check out another store, but my requests were denied. Demi bought at least three pairs, then pulled me over to the blouses. Thankfully, I had more interest than those. She picked out a red and white blouse for me, which I gladly agreed to and I selected her a pair of golden cross earrings.

We went to another store, and I was looking at the dresses when a familiar face caught my eye.

"Taylor!" I squealed like a four year old, giving the tall blonde a hug. Demi did the same.

"Long time no see, you two." She said, brushing back her bangs.

"We saw you last week, Tay." Demi pointed out with a grin.

She nonchalantly waved a hand. "The Red Carpet and the mall are two different things, you poor, confused child."

"I can't believe you dragged me to the CMAs last year."I grumbled. "Keith takes forever when he talks."

"Hey, I bought you a really cute dress." The blonde protested.

"Yeah, one that kept riding up my butt."

Taylor put a hand on her hip. "You should be happy I even bothered to check what size you were."

Demi gave a polite cough, and motioned for us to follow her to the restroom.

"What?" Taylor asked, after checking the stalls.

To my surprise, Demi laced our fingers together, then before I could say anything, pecked my lips.

Taylor gaped like a fish. "Selena?"

"Um..yeah?" I was just as stunned as she was, but only because Demi decided to tell so soon and by a chance meeting.

Demi turned her attention to Taylor with a serious look on her face. "If you understand this -" here she lifted our entwined hands "then can you keep it a secret?"

"Of course I can!" Taylor said indignantly. "Just 'cause I'm blonde doesn't mean I'm stupid. Besides, I have a confession to make too."

"If it's you're not straight either, it's not that hard to figure out." I said before she got out her next sentence. "Your luck with boys is like a fat puppy trying to climb a mountain."

"Really, Selena?" Demi looked at me with an arched brow. "A fat puppy?"

I shrugged.

"Okay, so I'm bi." Taylor mumbled, taking a sudden interest in the floor tiles. I had no idea why she was so embarrassed; I mean Demi just told her we were lesbians.

"Threesome?"

"Demi!" Both Taylor and I exclaimed. If I'd had a mouthful of water, I would've done a spit take right then.

"What? I was just kidding." She said, squeezing my hand reassuringly. Forgetting that there was another person present, I leaned over and nuzzled past her dark hair. When I reached the tan length of her neck, I sucked at the skin just under the corner of her jaw. Demi seemed to lose herself for a moment too; a sound of pleasure rumbled in her chest.

"Ahem."

I inhaled the scent that was uniquely Demi's, mint and wintergreen, along with a warmness that reminded me of warm sunlight on a faintly windy day. "What?" I said with a slight edge in my voice from irritation. I think I'm starting to die from sexual frustration.

"Okay, so you guys find out I'm bi and the first thing you two do is ask for a threesome and try to initiate sex in the bathroom?" Taylor looked slightly annoyed.

Demi reluctantly (trust me, I know) pushed me away. Deciding to change the subject she said, "Are you dating anyone in particular?"

I know, I know, it kinda sucks. Just let me get my creativeness back on track. Review my Lovatics and whatever you call Selena's fans :)