fic: Got to Fight Without You Here [Demi/Selena] Chapter 2
Title: Got to Fight Without You Here
Author: breathe_it_in94
Rating: NC-17 (for language/later chapters)
Word Count (These Parts): 1223
Disclaimer: I don't mean to offend; I own nothing but the plot.
Summary: Demi becomes obsessed with a girl she's only met in passing. She doesn't know the girl's name, where she lives or goes to school; all she knows is that she's perfect.
Selena
Sometimes she wished her mother had wanted another child. Selena would have loved to have a little brother or sister. Preferably a brother; her sister would probably be too girly for her to stand.
Taylor said she had a gift with children. Selena guessed that was why she found herself drifting from park to park, playground to playground, looking for the inspiration only a child--in its truly happy moments--could provide.
She studied the playground in front of her, with the children running haywire. She tried to pick one child to focus the sketch on, but found she couldn’t. The entire situation was just too perfect. So she started lightly outlining the frame of the playground. Leaving just the outline, she decided to start from the back, sketching the body of a father mid-throw of a baseball to his son.
And that’s when she realized someone was staring at her.
Her hand froze, and she felt the flush rise to her face. She looked up, and her eyes were immediately drawn to a large tree across from the playground. There were two girls there, both with headphones in their ears. One girl, with light-brown hair, was laying in the other, darker-haired girl’s lap, reading a book. The brunette was holding a notepad, pencil poised to write. Selena’s eyes followed up the girl’s body.
God, she was beautiful. More than that, really, the girl was ridiculously hot. But Selena didn’t want to only like her because of her looks. That wasn’t Selena’s style.
She flipped the page in her sketchbook, suddenly inspired by the stranger.
She decided not to draw the other girl at all. She took away from the simple extravagance of the brunette writing in her journal or whatever it was she was holding. Selena wanted to think the girl was like her, and was writing down song lyrics in the notebook.
She went to work right away, skipping over the background and focusing on the girl. By the time it was dark, Selena only had the details of the girl’s face to draw. She’d been attempting the girl’s features for a while now, but she couldn’t get them to look like--
Shit, she was leaving.
The saying, “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” came to mind. It was really too bad Selena didn’t have her camera. She contemplated going up to the girl before she was gone for good. She very nearly did, but then the girl turned around to look at her. Selena blushed and looked down quickly, hoping to God she hadn’t been caught.
And then the girl was gone, and Selena was sure she’d missed her chance.
A month later, and Selena hadn’t had any such inspiration like that she had gotten from the girl. She drew her repeatedly, but was never satisfied with the way the drawings turned out. She started so many songs, but could never finish them. Taylor said she was obsessed, but Selena didn’t think so.
All she needed was to sit with the girl for one more time (at least). Then she would be able to finish that sketch, write that outtro. And then she would be done. She swore this, not only to herself, but to Taylor also, which was probably a mistake. Taylor had a habit of looking into things romantically. She was asking Selena nearly every day how her “new love” was. Selena always replied that she didn’t have a “love” for this girl (she didn’t even know her, how could she fall for her? …Right?). Selena would tell her to piss off, but Taylor also tended to take mock-angry words for fighting ones, and Selena couldn’t lose the one person she could talk to about girls.
Okay, so Selena was gay, or according to her gender, a lesbian. And Taylor was the only one who knew this, partially because Taylor was her only real friend, and partially because Taylor was also gay.
Once-upon-a-time, Selena had had a tiny, practically miniscule crush on Taylor (ahem; she’d thought she was in love) but Taylor thought it was strange to suddenly be dating her best friend. Things had gone back to normal with them, though, except they were more comfortable with linking arms and holding hands and the like.
Selena wondered if the two girls in the park had been dating, or were just good friends?
Damn, back to that again.
But the light-haired girl had seemed impeccably not-gay, straight as a ruler. Selena’s gay-dar was highly accurate. They were probably (hopefully) just good friends, like she and Taylor were.
She was texting Taylor now, as she walked through the grocery with her mom, Mandy. So far, the conversation was Extremely-Hot-Stranger-Girl free.
Nix that.
so hows your girly? had any hot dreams I should know about?
Ugh, Taylor, really?
liik ii wuld evn tel u yf ii dyd tay. sooo nott a topic ii wantt 2 dscus w/ mii x
There. If the text-talk didn’t turn Taylor off the topic, then Selena’s bringing up their past relationship would. Taylor didn’t like to think about it.
too bad. you know me girl. I want to know *everything*. even the dirty stuff!
Apparently she chose today to not give a damn.
Her mom had finished paying at the checkout lane, and they made their way to the car.
there isnt anything dirty 2 tell, tay. I havent seen her in over a month
Selena didn’t usually talk in text-speak, unless she was excited or trying to purposely annoy Taylor, as before. She dug through the grocery bags and cursed under her breath. “I forgot to get my gum,” she told Mandy, “I’ll be right back.”
She left the car and walked back into the store. She went to the rack of candy in the checkout lane and picked her pack of sweet peppermint gum. She turned around, and couldn’t believe her luck.
She was there, right there, all hers for the taking.
She laughed at herself. She was too terrible. “The Taking”?
Slow down, Selena. She might not even like you.
But she was watching you in the park.
…True. Okay, a plan then.
If Selena had run into her twice now, surely they would meet again. they couldn’t live too far apart. She figured she would just see the girl’s reaction for now. Leave “the rest” for another time. Depending on her reaction, that is. She tapped her on the shoulder, and shock appeared on the girl’s face as she faced her. Good. She did remember her.
“Hey, sorry,” she said, though she wasn’t in the least, “Can I get in front of you real quick?” She went on to explain, then realized she was close to rambling, and Selena Gomez did not ramble over any girl. No matter how sexy. And damn if this girl wasn’t incredibly sexy.
But the girl was nodding, still not saying anything. Selena smirked and told her thanks. She made sure to give a suggestive wink before she left.
When she made it back to the car, she checked her phone. No reply from Taylor. Selena sent her one anyway, ignoring Mandy’s questions about the smile she apparently had on her face.
86 tht lst 1. u wuldnt b leev how yncrdblee sXXXee she iz tay
Yeah. Selena definitely couldn’t wait until she saw the girl again.
So how's Selena's POV? Is it good, or do I need to stick with Demi?
Chapter 3: http://breathe-it-in94.livejournal.com/1343.html