Demi's POV

Taylor blushed madly.

"Well?" I prompted, Selena smirking at my side. My arm snaked around her waist to settle on her hip.

"C'mon, Tay. Who's the mystery woman?" Selena rocked back on the balls of her feet with eagerness. I was pretty sure that it was a girl, too. I mean, it had to be a girl, didn't it?

The blonde muttered something incoherent.

"Don't tell me you're dating Abigail." I made a reference to her best friend, hoping to get a rise out of her.

"Can't we talk about this somewhere more private?" Taylor pleaded with big blue eyes. "Someone could walk in any second and they might have cameras in here."

I sighed. Both of those were true, as perverted as the latter seemed. "Fine. But you're buying us lunch."

I could see the relief clearly in Taylor's features. It's a shame she doesn't play poker; I'd get a ton of money out of her. It didn't take long at all for Taylor to start acting casual again. "Go ahead and take all my money, you brunette pigs." She ruffled both my hair and Selena's. Selena made an indignant protest; she'd spent extra time on her hair this morning. We followed Taylor out and Sel and I decided on Chick-Fila's. We sat at an empty table, fries and all with kids and photographers screaming our names.

I began to feel slightly self-conscious with all the people around, and shifted in my seat, crossing my legs tightly.

Selena noticed, and brushed my hand with hers lightly. It was a subtle, silent gesture that erased my moment of uncertainty. I smiled, wishing I could lean in and kiss her. We took our time eating lunch, each of us taking turns talking about tours and such. We came up with an idea that we would present our managers. If they said no, then we would do it in the parking lot.

All three of us.

Together.

On tour.

Taylor told us we'd get to meet her mystery girl (I knew it) on our (hopefully) soon-to-be tour.

All three of us were just settling down from the rush of our singles tours, but the hype didn't seem ready to leave our bodies anytime soon. I was missing my fans already, the sound of their voices rising to flood my eardrums, the 'I love you' chants. It was so easy to just close my eyes and clear my mind, then I could see the sea of people before me, hear them chant 'Stay Strong'. And who better to have at my side than the one who kept me that way all along? Of course I had previously held a grudge against Taylor because of the whole 'taking Selena away' thing, but we were good friends now.

The press, on the other hand was on a way different page. Apparently, according to them, Taylor and I weren't associated at all.

My phone buzzed insistently in my pocket. I raised my brow when I saw who it was from.

Selena Gomez: Text Message

I looked at Selena skeptically, but she just dipped a fry in her ketchup. With a dramatic sign that made Taylor look over at me, I opened the message.

Won't it be great to be on tour together, babe? ;)

I let a stupid grin cross my face at my girlfriend's antics. I was about to slip my phone back into my pocket when my phone jumped again.

Selena Gomez: Text Message

I looked at her suspiciously. She'd always had an unusual habit/talent of texting under the table.

I'm guessing that grin on your face was a yes. Wanna come over tonight? I'm home alone.

My brain easily processed the implied message in that, and when I snuck a glance at my apparently deprived girlfriend she suggestively wriggled her eyebrows. Taylor caught the subtle message passing this time, and a nugget hit the side of my face.

"What are you two talking about?" she practically demanded.

"Neither of us said anything." Selena pointed out, taking a long sip on her coke.

"You're silently communicating."

"So?"

"So, I want to know what's going on."

"Mind your own business, Blondie." I said.

Taylor growled, and I mean like a literal rumbling sound coming out of her throat.

"Hey, I just asked my friend to come over to my house." Selena said before Taylor could aim a kick with her long legs.

"Right, your friend." Taylor said smugly, her previous irritation evaporated.

"Shut up." Sel muttered, and I brushed my leg against hers.

Later, Taylor drove us to Selena's house and I texted my mom so she knew where we were. Finally, we were alone. I voiced my thoughts out loud, and not a second passed before my back was against the wall and Selena's soft lips on mine.

"Ready to party?" She breathed.

"All night long." I whispered back.