fic: Got to Fight Without You Here [Demi/Selena] Chapter 4
Title: Got to Fight Without You Here-Chapter 4
Author: breathe_it_in94
Rating: NC-17 (for language/later chapters)
Word Count (These Parts): 1632
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
Selena had to fight to keep from running. She had to fight to keep her composure in front of the other girls.
But once she was out the door, she was sprinting for her car, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breath coming in choked sobs.
This shouldn’t happen. She shouldn’t be so upset because a girl she’d barely spoken to, a girl whose name she didn’t eve know, had a girlfriend. Because obviously the two girls were way more than friends. Selena and Taylor kissed on the cheeks and stuff, but they’d never kissed on the lips like that. Not since the Dating Phase.
So Selena had assumed wrong, and it had led to this.
Heartbreak, betrayal, longing, all shoved into this moment. All things she shouldn’t be feeling over a stranger.
She sunk down in the driver’s seat and cried against the steering wheel. Pull it together, Selena. You can move on. You nailed the audition. You’re more than likely in the competition. You can forget about her.
But that was pretty much impossible when the other girl had more than likely made the competition, too. Shit. Maybe she should just drop out.
But this was a really good opportunity. Selena, effing Selena Gomez, would be damned if she were to let it pass her by because of some girl.
Incredibly sexy as that girl may be.
She sat up and wiped her eyes. She was gonna rule this competition.
Of course, concentrating on just the competition was pretty tough for the next week, what with Taylor bringing up who else was in the competition every other minute.
Selena spent many a night with her door locked (just a precaution) and the window closed to the nosy neighbors, extremely glad for once that she didn’t have any little brothers or sisters to either share a room with her or hear her through the walls, and that her mom and Brian were on a different floor.
She just couldn’t get that damn girl out of her mind, hurt though she was.
It was hard for her to admit, but sometimes she caught herself…thinking about the other two girls…and Selena herself while she…
Shit. She wasn’t supposed to be thinking about this now; Taylor was over, and Selena was supposed to be practicing the song for Saturday. She did not need to be getting all… flustered with Tay in the room. She’d never let Selena live it down.
She got the email five days ago, Sunday, from the judges, telling her she’d made it through to the competition. Now it was Friday, the day before the first round of competition. Selena, with Taylor’s help, had narrowed it down to two songs, one written by Selena, the other co-written by Taylor.
“Do you think they won’t let me play our song?” Selena asked. “You know, since technically it’s not a completely original song?” She didn’t want to sing their song and be disqualified because of it.
“Maybe,” Taylor said, thinking. “Why don’t you ask them when you get there? Like, prepare both songs, and then decide which one to sing based on what they tell you.” She fingered the frets on her guitar, sitting on Selena’s bed. Selena was at her piano, shaking her head slowly.
“That’s too much to worry about right before I perform. I’ll just play my song, to be safe. ‘Teardrops’ can wait for the final round, if it turns out I can play it.”
Taylor smirked. “And if you even make it to the final round.” Selena mock-glared at her before turning back to the keys. She’d been working on converting the music of ‘Teardrops’ to piano almost the entire week. Taylor picked the strings softly in accompaniment.
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he can’t see
What I want and I need and
Everything that we should be
Halfway through the chorus, Taylor dropped out. Selena stopped playing and looked back at her friend worriedly. “Something wrong, babe?” she asked after seeing the look on Taylor’s face.
Taylor closed her eyes and shook her head, raising her eyebrows and putting her guitar beside her on the bed. She ran a hand through her hair tiredly while answering, “I’m just tired of hiding. How many more songs are we gonna write with ‘he’ and ‘I love him’ blah, blah, etcetera?”
Selena got up and sat next to Taylor, putting an arm around her waist. “It’s gonna be like that until one or both of us gets up enough nerve to tell our families. You know this. If we suddenly start singing about girls without talking to them about us first, don’t you think that’s too much of a um… rude awakening?”
Taylor sighed. “I know, it’s just… frustrating sometimes, you know?” She leaned her head against Selena’s shoulder. Selena chuckled wryly, giving half a grin.
“Of course I know, Tay. I’m in the same situation as you, aren’t I?”
Taylor sighed again and nodded, settling into Selena’s body. Selena moved her left arm up to Taylor’s shoulders and her right arm to wrap around the front of Taylor’s waist. Though Taylor was taller, the girls were used to holding each other, and so the position was not as awkward as it might seem.
The two sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments.
“So, you think Mystery Girl is good enough to make it to the top two?” Selena groaned at her best friend’s words. The silence had to end sometime.
“God, Tay, this again?”
Taylor sat up, smirking, the previous moment forgotten. “It’s not my fault you’re still in love with her. Admit it, you thought the kiss was hot.”
Selena glared at Taylor as she felt her face heat up. Damn her body and its refusal to listen to her when Taylor was around. Her guards were so used to being down around her best friend, Selena could never hold them up to her. She couldn’t hide her thoughts. Taylor was laughing at her.
“It’s not funny,” Selena almost-whined (Selena Gomez never whined). “She still has a girlfriend, and I still can’t have her.” Taylor rolled her eyes at this.
“That’s why you’re going to win her over with your blinding talent,” she said in a “duh” tone. At Selena’s scoff, she added, “Find her when you’re singing. Make her think that the lyrics were written about her.”
“If I could finish those songs, I could sing one of them, and they really would have been written about her.” She was talking about the lyrics from after the park.
“Well, yea,” Taylor picked up her guitar, “but you didn’t, so you cant. Maybe you’ll be able to finish one for the final round.”
Selena sat back at her piano. “Yeah,” she said, voice dripping with her infamous sarcasm, “I’ll perfect a song to be performed in front of the girl I love in one night. Back to work.”
Taylor smiled behind Selena’s back as she heard the accidental admission. Selena didn’t notice, so they went on playing.
Selena was not a nervous wreck. She just wasn’t.
Okay, maybe she was a little nervous, but she was not a wreck.
She was playing ninth out of tenth. The performances were set in the order of their auditions. So the last person to go on would be Mystery Girl.
They had it set up so all the contestants were in the front row of the audience, off to the side and by the entrance backstage. The first two people left their seats. While the first person performed, the next waited backstage. When the first person finished, the second went onstage, and the third went backstage, and so went the night.
Selena would admit it: the people that went on before her were good. But.
One girl sang a song with a note she couldn’t reach.
A boy had a dance routine, which she had to give him props for, but it made him breathless, and he couldn’t sing. Very bad move.
Two more people forgot their words.
So Selena was feeling pretty good about her performance.
They sent her backstage. The boy going before her let his nerves get to him. His voice was too breathy, and it kept breaking. She hoped to God that wouldn’t happen to her.
Damn. Hoping meant the nervousness was settling in.
The boy finished his song, and apparently didn’t realize just how badly he’d performed, because he cheesed at the crowd and walked off still beaming.
The host went back onstage and started introducing Selena.
And then she walked backstage.
She seemed nervous; she wasn’t as good at hiding it as Selena was. Selena put her confident face on as the girl walked right up to her. But her heart was beating too fast, and she had to force herself to breathe normally. So, okay, she’d had to sit next to Mystery in the audience, but Selena had kept conversation with the boy on her other side. They hadn’t been alone.
Selena let her eyes slide over Mystery’s body for the first time that day. She was wearing black slacks with suspenders; her shirt was red with cheetah print, and a gray fedora topped her outfit off. God, she was too hot.
“H-hi,” Mystery stammered. Selena wondered how long the host guy would take.
“Hi?” Selena answered, sounding like a question but not the unconfident kind. Still in charge.
“Um… Listen, about the other day… what you saw….”
“Miss Selena Gomez!” Host-Guy voiced, and Selena quickly turned away and ran onstage. Mystery would be there when Selena was done, she was sure.
She went up to the mic, smiling at the crowd, and when the band started up, she let loose.
Mystery would always remember her performance