Lena Baby 3/?
Title: Lena Baby 3/?
Rating: T
Pairings: Demi/Selena, Miley/Taylor S.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if I did, there would be little Lovez babies running around(:
Summery: Selena and Miley may not be friends, but Miley cared about Demi and Selena. One day, she records a drunk Demi singing a very...interesting remix of Ashley by Escape The Fate. Miley shows Selena and fluff ensues.
It was 3:18 and Demi still wasn't up, and Miley was to meet Selena in 42 minutes.
Fuck.
Miley went up to Demi's bed and kicked it, hearing the other girl groan. Miley had woken up around 11 and was waiting for her hungover best friend to wake up. A girl can only watch re-runs of Dexter's Laboratory for so long. I mean, Dexter's a pretty cool guy, but four hours is pushing it.
Miley went back to the still sleeping rock star. She looked at Demi's sleeping form, and gently shook her, taking a softer approach.
"Dems, wake up. Come on, it's 3..." She trailed off looking at the alarm clock on the night stand. 3:23. "It's 3:23, and I have somewhere to be."
Demi turned towards Miley, and weakly smiled. "That rhymed. 3:23, got somewhere to be." Miley rolled her eyes at her childish antics.
"Yeah, Dem, I know it did. Now get up, dork." Demi stuck her tongue out, but seemed to regret it considering she ninja-jumped from the bed and sprinted to the bathroom. A retching sound was heard, but Miley was too impressed by how fast she ran. Girl could have ran track. Hm, I never knew she ran that fast. Eh, who knew?
As Miley was pondering that thought, he cell-phone started to go off, snapping her out of her that thought. She glanced down at her cell-phone, and the caller I.D. displayed 'Selena' . Miley picked up the phone with a smile.
"Hey Sel." She greeted with a smile, checking over her shoulder making sure Demi was busy throwing up.
"Hi Miley. Are we still going to meet up today...?"
"Yeah, we are. 4:00?" Miley replied. Miley started to pick at her nails, not realizing that Demi was behind her, staring at her quizzically.
"Yeah... I might be a few minutes late, is that okay?" Demi, who was still behind Miley and basically creeping on the conversation, eyes widened. She didn't believe it. There was no way... None at all....
"Yeah, that's fine. I might be too, Demi's just woke up." Hearing her name, Demi ran back and slid into the bathroom.
'I'm good. I should have been a ninja.' She peaked her head out of the doorway, listening in again. 'Or maybe James Bond. The names Lovato... Demi Lovato.' She squinted her eyes and made a little gun with her fingers. Oh yeah, that's attractive.
Selena giggled over the other line, and Demi perked up, and turned her tiny attention span back to the conversation. Straining her ears, she heard Selena's sweet voice gently say, "She hasn't changed her sleeping habits, I see." A tiny smile made its way onto Demi's face. She fist pumped and accidentally smacked her hand off the side of the door. She hissed in pain and let loose a string of profanity.
Miley still hadn't noticed her presence. Wow.
"Yeah, she's still the same. Believe me. I don't think anyone can change Demi."
She could almost hear the face-slitting grin Selena had.
"So she's still my dork? Like, nothing's changed other than the fact that she let the fame go to her head?" Demi's jaw dropped in indigence.
Miley snorted and started to laugh. Demi started to get mad. She didn't let fame get to her head!
Kind of...?
Miley laughed for a few more minutes, and replied to Selena. "Demi? Let fame get to her head, my ass! That child is the most normal-" Selena snorted at that one. Demi and normal were not to be used in the same sentence, unless it was Demi isn't normal. Demi even had to stifle a laugh at that one. Miley seemed to catch herself, and rolled her eyes.
"Okay, so she's not normal, but you know what I mean. She's Demi, she's really down to earth, and she's still the loser you're 'oh-so-in-love-with'." Demi's eyes widened, and her heart started to race. She didn't believe it. 'Miley was being figurative... She wasn't serious...Why am I so stupid... She'll never love me...' Demi felt her heart start to constrict. She walked into the bathroom, leaving it at that. She didn't want to hear anymore.
Miley continued, though. Seriously, how do you not notice you hung-over best friend listening in on your conversation?
"We both know she'll never change, she's Demi, and you'd be in love her even if she did. So don't go saying that stuff, Selena." Selena let out a sigh.
"I'll love her, rather she loves me or not... She's Demi and I'm Selena... That's the way it should be, shouldn't it?" Miley started to smile gently.
"That's exactly how it's supposed to be, Sel." Miley heard a gently 'yeah' spoken on the other side. She couldn't help but think that it was the way it should be. If you had ever seen them together, just together, no one else, just in sweatpants, watching a video, you would agree.
You would agree because of the way their hands fit so perfectly together that it was scary.
You would agree because of the way Selena's body fit against Demi's.
You would agree because of the way Demi held Selena so protectively you would think she was a wall.
You would agree because of the way they could be themselves and not be afraid.
You would agree because of the way no one could change them.
And you would sure as hell agree because they are Demi and Selena. And that's the God damn truth.
"I'll see you soon Sel. I have to go check on your lover." Miley gently concluded. Rather Miley knew it or not, Selena was blushing a light pink on the other line.
"O-Okay," Selena gently said, her voice cracking a little. "I'll see you in a bit..."
Selena was about to hang up when Miley stopped her.
"Hey Selena?"
"Yeah?"
"Did...Did you know that Demi runs really fast...?"
Selena smiled softly.
"Yeah...Yeah I did."
"Okay...I'll...Talk to you soon."
"Bye Miley."
It was 3:42...
A/N: Want to know something ironic? The whole time I was writing this the last part of this chapter, my laptop shuffled to Catch Me.
Rating: T
Pairings: Demi/Selena, Miley/Taylor S.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if I did, there would be little Lovez babies running around(:
Summery: Selena and Miley may not be friends, but Miley cared about Demi and Selena. One day, she records a drunk Demi singing a very...interesting remix of Ashley by Escape The Fate. Miley shows Selena and fluff ensues.
It was 3:18 and Demi still wasn't up, and Miley was to meet Selena in 42 minutes.
Fuck.
Miley went up to Demi's bed and kicked it, hearing the other girl groan. Miley had woken up around 11 and was waiting for her hungover best friend to wake up. A girl can only watch re-runs of Dexter's Laboratory for so long. I mean, Dexter's a pretty cool guy, but four hours is pushing it.
Miley went back to the still sleeping rock star. She looked at Demi's sleeping form, and gently shook her, taking a softer approach.
"Dems, wake up. Come on, it's 3..." She trailed off looking at the alarm clock on the night stand. 3:23. "It's 3:23, and I have somewhere to be."
Demi turned towards Miley, and weakly smiled. "That rhymed. 3:23, got somewhere to be." Miley rolled her eyes at her childish antics.
"Yeah, Dem, I know it did. Now get up, dork." Demi stuck her tongue out, but seemed to regret it considering she ninja-jumped from the bed and sprinted to the bathroom. A retching sound was heard, but Miley was too impressed by how fast she ran. Girl could have ran track. Hm, I never knew she ran that fast. Eh, who knew?
As Miley was pondering that thought, he cell-phone started to go off, snapping her out of her that thought. She glanced down at her cell-phone, and the caller I.D. displayed 'Selena' . Miley picked up the phone with a smile.
"Hey Sel." She greeted with a smile, checking over her shoulder making sure Demi was busy throwing up.
"Hi Miley. Are we still going to meet up today...?"
"Yeah, we are. 4:00?" Miley replied. Miley started to pick at her nails, not realizing that Demi was behind her, staring at her quizzically.
"Yeah... I might be a few minutes late, is that okay?" Demi, who was still behind Miley and basically creeping on the conversation, eyes widened. She didn't believe it. There was no way... None at all....
"Yeah, that's fine. I might be too, Demi's just woke up." Hearing her name, Demi ran back and slid into the bathroom.
'I'm good. I should have been a ninja.' She peaked her head out of the doorway, listening in again. 'Or maybe James Bond. The names Lovato... Demi Lovato.' She squinted her eyes and made a little gun with her fingers. Oh yeah, that's attractive.
Selena giggled over the other line, and Demi perked up, and turned her tiny attention span back to the conversation. Straining her ears, she heard Selena's sweet voice gently say, "She hasn't changed her sleeping habits, I see." A tiny smile made its way onto Demi's face. She fist pumped and accidentally smacked her hand off the side of the door. She hissed in pain and let loose a string of profanity.
Miley still hadn't noticed her presence. Wow.
"Yeah, she's still the same. Believe me. I don't think anyone can change Demi."
She could almost hear the face-slitting grin Selena had.
"So she's still my dork? Like, nothing's changed other than the fact that she let the fame go to her head?" Demi's jaw dropped in indigence.
Miley snorted and started to laugh. Demi started to get mad. She didn't let fame get to her head!
Kind of...?
Miley laughed for a few more minutes, and replied to Selena. "Demi? Let fame get to her head, my ass! That child is the most normal-" Selena snorted at that one. Demi and normal were not to be used in the same sentence, unless it was Demi isn't normal. Demi even had to stifle a laugh at that one. Miley seemed to catch herself, and rolled her eyes.
"Okay, so she's not normal, but you know what I mean. She's Demi, she's really down to earth, and she's still the loser you're 'oh-so-in-love-with'." Demi's eyes widened, and her heart started to race. She didn't believe it. 'Miley was being figurative... She wasn't serious...Why am I so stupid... She'll never love me...' Demi felt her heart start to constrict. She walked into the bathroom, leaving it at that. She didn't want to hear anymore.
Miley continued, though. Seriously, how do you not notice you hung-over best friend listening in on your conversation?
"We both know she'll never change, she's Demi, and you'd be in love her even if she did. So don't go saying that stuff, Selena." Selena let out a sigh.
"I'll love her, rather she loves me or not... She's Demi and I'm Selena... That's the way it should be, shouldn't it?" Miley started to smile gently.
"That's exactly how it's supposed to be, Sel." Miley heard a gently 'yeah' spoken on the other side. She couldn't help but think that it was the way it should be. If you had ever seen them together, just together, no one else, just in sweatpants, watching a video, you would agree.
You would agree because of the way their hands fit so perfectly together that it was scary.
You would agree because of the way Selena's body fit against Demi's.
You would agree because of the way Demi held Selena so protectively you would think she was a wall.
You would agree because of the way they could be themselves and not be afraid.
You would agree because of the way no one could change them.
And you would sure as hell agree because they are Demi and Selena. And that's the God damn truth.
"I'll see you soon Sel. I have to go check on your lover." Miley gently concluded. Rather Miley knew it or not, Selena was blushing a light pink on the other line.
"O-Okay," Selena gently said, her voice cracking a little. "I'll see you in a bit..."
Selena was about to hang up when Miley stopped her.
"Hey Selena?"
"Yeah?"
"Did...Did you know that Demi runs really fast...?"
Selena smiled softly.
"Yeah...Yeah I did."
"Okay...I'll...Talk to you soon."
"Bye Miley."
It was 3:42...
A/N: Want to know something ironic? The whole time I was writing this the last part of this chapter, my laptop shuffled to Catch Me.