Demi: Selena?

Selena: Yes?

Demi: Why do you pretend that you don't know me?

Selena: *memories fled back* (FLASHBACK TO 5th GRADE)

Demi: Selena Marie!

Selena: What?

Demi: I hate you! I asked for you to come over last night I need you all you care about is Nick!

Selena: No I don't.

Demi: *pushes her to the ground* TELL me the truth. What were you doing?

Selena: *tears up* We were just hanging out. Demi please don't do what your parents do.

Demi: Don't bring them into this. *Pushes her back to the ground*

Selena: *Crying* I'm never talking to you again! (BACK to reality)

Demi: Selena I'm SO sorry I didn't mean to...

Selena: I know Demi I'm not mad I was just hurt that you ever did that to me it hurt.

Demi: I know I wish I could take it back, but Selena if I was your friend again I would NEVER EVER do that again swear on my life.

Selena: *bites her lip* I don't know if we can be in the same way but we can try.

Demi: *hugs her* I missed you Sel.

Selena: I missed you too Demz. *Later that night Demi is spending the night with Selena*

Demi: Hey Sel your room is not one bit different its just like we painted it that day in 3rd grade. *smiles* (FLASHBACK TO 3rd GRADE)

Selena: Demi! We should paint my room now I'm bored.

Demi: What colors?

Selena: I say green.

Demi: I say red and black.

Both: RAINBOW!

Selena: alright *Smiles*

*while painting*

Demi: *poors paint on Selena* Yeah! Now come and get me! *Runs off*

Selena: *runs after* Get back here Lovato! *laughs*

Demi: I don't think so Gomez! (BACK TO REALITY)

Selena: I loved that day and I think it looks amazing for a couple of 8 year olds.

Demi: *laughs* Yeah.

Selena: Can I ask you something?

Demi: Anything.

Selena: Do your parents still do it as bad as they used to?

Demi: Uh worse. C-Can we not talk about it please?

Selena: Demi please? I want to know. All you told me when we were 8 was that they hurt you.

Demi: Selena they hit me and kick me that's all you need to know that's all there is to know.

Selena: Why do they do it?

Demi: I don't know.

Selena: When did it start?

Demi: When I was 6 years old it started because I spilt my milk.

Selena: *grabs something out of her closet* I'll be right back.

Demi: SELENA NO! That's not gonna help with ANYTHING! Why do you have a gun in your closet anyways?

Selena: Self defense.

Demi: *takes it from her* Don't it will just make worse problems.

Selena: FINE, but if you EVER end up in the hospital I am going to beat the crap out of them.

Demi: Sel can we just do something?

Selena: Wanna go to sleep? its a school night..

Demi: Okay. *later that night*

Selena: *turns over and looks at Demi* You don't know and you never did I feel bad for not telling you but what do you tell you best friend? "I'm sorry I never told you this, but I'm a lesbian and I like you way more than I should?" I can't do it and the only one who knows is Nick. I feel like such a terrible best friend. (Next day at school)

Demi: Hey Sel wait up!

Selena: *closes her eyes and turns around* Yes?

Demi: What's wrong? You've been ignoring me all morning.

Selena: I'll tell you when were alone okay?

Demi: Okay but please stop ignoring me.

Selena: Alright.

Demi: OMG its MASON! He has the most amazing british accent ever! How do I look?

Selena: Amazing. *Starts walking off*

Demi: Sel wait! *Grabs her hand* Please tell me right now?

Selena: *sighs* I like you Demi more than I should.

TO BE CONTINUED