I skimmed over the new song I was writing while talking to Justin on the phone. We were talking about the simplest things anyone could think of from rap songs to skateboarding. Don't ask. We talked a lot more on the phone than face-to-face, which was weird. I always thought it would be the other way around.

I lied flat on my stomach, slowly kicking my feet back and forth with a pencil in my hand and my music notebook open in front of me along with my cell phone on speaker. I was having trouble with the lyrics to the song I was writing. Nothing was fitting and it was starting to frustrate me.

"Biebs, what do you think of this?" I said. "Pictures in my pocket are faded from the washer." I sang. "I can barely just make out your face. Food you saved for later in my refrigerator. It's been too long since later never came."

"You should play it acoustically like, maybe, piano." He suggested.

"I was leaning towards the guitar, but the piano makes more sense." I said.

"DEMI, DALLAS IS HERE!" My mom yelled from downstairs. A smiled sneaked its way across my lips.

"Justin, I have to call you back." I rushed.

"All right, bye." He said.

A quick "bye" escaped my lips as I hung up. I didn't know if he heard that or not, but I didn't care at the moment. My sister, who I hadn't seen in a month and a half, but felt like forever, was home. I ran down the stairs, almost tripping over my own two feet. Dallas stood in the door frame, dropping her luggage on the hardwood floor. I ran over to her, more like sliding on my socks, and attacked her with a tight hug.

"God, you're such a hugger." She said, smiling, as I let go.

"C'mon, girls. Dinner's ready." My mom said, walking into the foyer.

We all walked into the kitchen where Madison was already seated along with my step-dad, Eddie. Plates filled with food were spread out along the table. My biggest nightmare, however, Thanksgiving was always worse. This was different from any other day when my parents weren't home to eat dinner with Maddia and I. I never ate, but I wasn't skinny where you could see my bones. It was only because sometimes I failed to not eat and I let that out on myself. It was like a punishment.

We all sat down at the table before saying grace. Everyone was passing around bowls and putting as much on their plate as they wanted and then there was me...observing it all. I put a little bit of mac and cheese and chicken on my plate to blend in.

"So, Demi, you're principal called." My mom said above everyone. I almost choked on the cheesy food, remembering the entire talk Taylor and I had with Mr. Maccabee. He probably eats a lot of mac and cheese. Get it? Mac and cheese and Maccabee. Never mind.

"What did he say?" I asked as if I already hadn't known.

"He said you started a food fight." Everyone stopped eating and looked straight at me.

Dallas smiled. "Demi the badass." She said, elbowing me.

Mom glared at her while phonily coughing. I guess we all forgot Madison was here.

"In my defense, I didn't start it. It was that girl, Taylor." I said. "Anyways, wow, I'm full." I lied. "Thank you for the meal."

After I gave Madison a kiss on the cheek, I washed my plate off in the sink and placed it in the dishwasher, before running up stairs and locking the bathroom door. I couldn't wait to get this food out of me. I leaned over the toilet and held up my hair, sticking two fingers down my throat. Before I knew it, all of the food I had eaten was down the toilet drain. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth to get the gross smell out of my mouth.

Once I had gotten to my bedroom, I slid across the room in my socks and grabbed my guitar that leaned against the wall.

"Are you okay? I heard you throwing up." Dallas' voice traveled across the room. I turned around and tried not to show any sign of nervousness, grabbing my music notebook from the bed.

"I'm fine. I just didn't feel good." I lied through my teeth.

"Okay," She said, leaving my room.

I followed her, but split ways when I met the front door. I walked outside where it was raining cats and dogs. It was just another gloomy day that made it's way into my life. I laid my music notebook out on the old wooden bench swing on the porch and sat down next to it with my guitar in my lap. I flipped a few pages to the song I had been writing earlier when I was talking to Justin on the phone. My thoughts finally worked together for once and they weren't scattered throughout my head, but that only happened when it came to writing lyrics, never sheet music. As I wrote down, "One day, I'll have to let it all go, but I keep it just in case. Yeah, I keep it in case.", it all started to come to me.

A bright light lighted up the scene as I heard a car pulled up to our house. I looked up and saw a dark haired girl slam the door and walk towards my house. I laid my guitar next to me on the bench and grabbed an umbrella from inside, before walking towards the soaking wet girl. The closer I got to her the more and more she started to look like Selena. Soon, we were at least three or four feet away from each other and I knew it was Selena. It was hard to tell she was crying due to the rain, but she was.

"Demi, I'm sorry," She sobbed. "and I messed up. You're always there for me, and I wasn't for you. You're my best friend." She was crying so much, she sounded as if she couldn't breathe and she was about to choke. "I'm probably not yours at the moment, but you always make me laugh when I'm down. You're like the only person I can actually talk to and I just want to come back to you." She begged, wiping her face with the side of her hands.

"You left me for Taylor and her bitchy friends! What did I ever do to you?!" I loudly asked.

"I just didn't want to be bullied anymore! I hated it! You seem to be able not to worry about it, but I can't." She yelled. A scoff left my mouth. By this point, she was drenched.

"You're pathetic. Go back to Taylor because I'm way better without you." I said, before walking away back to the porch to gather my things.

I started to regret what I had said. I just didn't know what to think. That was my best friend I left out there in the rain crying for my forgiveness and I didn't even acknowledge that. I was the worst person alive. How do you leave someone that you've loved since forever in the pouring rain and not even forgive them? I had more strength to leave her than to need her, but she wanted better and in her eyes that was Taylor. I cared enough to let her go.

I picked up the pen and wrote under what I had previously written: Strong enough to leave you, but weak enough to need you. Cared enough to let you walk away.