fic: Got to Fight Without You Here [Demi/Selena] Prologue - Chapter 1
Title: Got to Fight Without You Here
Author: breathe_it_in94
Rating: NC-17 (for later chapters)
Word Count (These Parts): 1612
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.
Prologue
Deep breath. In. out. You’ve got this girl, she told herself. Even if you don’t make it, you have Miley. She’ll support you, no matter what. Don’t stress. It’s just an audition. Demi ran through the lyrics in her mind, humming the melody to herself. Just don’t forget the lyrics.
She felt a pressure on her hand and opened her eyes to look at her best friend.
“Demetria Devonne, if you don’t relax this minute--”
“Okay, Miles. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” She smiled at her friend, and when it was returned, Demi found her confidence coming back. Oh yeah. She had this. The door to the audition room opened, and Demi knew the previous hopeful would be exiting. At her name being called, Demi looked up, and all thought ran from her mind.
Because exiting the room, with a smile on her face and a lip between her teeth, was that girl.
Chapter 1
It was a very hot day, Demi thought as she pulled her hair up from off the back of her neck. She secured it behind her head with a clip and turned to her best friend. Miley pulled her own hair into a messy bun, and then dropped her hand to tangle their fingers together.
Demi wondered when this had happened with them, the first time they’d felt close enough to each other to hold hands, link arms, kiss goodbye. Comfortable enough with each other to be such touchy-feely friends. To Demi, it felt like it’d been that way since they’d met, but it couldn’t have started off that way. Oh, well. She’d think about it more later. Right now they needed to find a nice tree to sit under that didn’t have little kids swinging from the branches.
They finally found one, a tall, thick tree with a completely shaded underneath, and only one teenaged boy reading against the trunk. They settled down in the shade, taking out their respected time-passing items; they both had their iPods, Demi had her lyric book, and Miley had her reading book.
They started off both leaning against the trunk, side-by-side, but as time passed, Miley leaned over to lay her head on Demi’s legs. Demi continued to look around the park, searching for inspiration. The playground was just in front of them, and she watched with mild amusement at the games of tag, hide-and-seek, and random chase occurring between the young children. There were mothers sitting on benches, conversing with each other while keeping an eye on their children; fathers were pushing daughters on swings, waiting to catch them at the bottom of the slides, and tossing baseballs to their sons; a few teens were there as well, probably older brothers and sisters, spinning them on the merry-go-round and tire swings. Demi took all of this in as she watched. She knew that the teenagers were only there because their parents weren’t able to be, but that they still enjoyed spending time with their siblings. The same occurred with Demi and Madison, though the occasions when Maddie wasn’t unbearably annoying were rare.
Family, she thought. The one love that never really disappears, even under hatred. Love is always there. She looked down to jot some lyrics, but a movement caught her attention, and she looked back up.
Sitting off the to the side of the playground, a sketchbook on her raised knees, was a beautiful, dark-haired Latina. She was staring intently at her sketchbook, her pencil fluidly moving across the page, and Demi briefly wondered what the picture was of. She watched as the girl’s pencil stopped moving and a flush rose to her cheeks. Her head moved to look up, and Demi quickly looked away before she could be caught staring. Her pencil tapped nervously against her lyric book while she waited to be caught, for the girl to smirk at her knowingly or worse, be disgusted.
She knew what people probably thought when she and Miley got all touchy-feely in public, but honestly she didn’t care. Miley was her best friend. People could think what they wanted. Sure, they’d made out once--but that was only on a dare, and it hadn’t affected their friendship (the touch-stuff had started by then, at least). But Demi couldn’t figure out why it hurt so much to imagine this stranger with disgust aimed at her.
Soon enough, Miley couldn’t read anymore because the sun had started its descent, and Demi had almost five pages of song lyrics--all about that stranger. As she and Miley walked past the playground towards the front gate, Demi steered her eyes away from the beauty.
But she couldn’t help a backwards glance.
As she turned to see the girl one last time, she recognized the flush on the girl’s cheeks, the stiffness of the girl’s body as she tried to appear as though she hadn’t moved at all. Demi felt a small, but undeniable pang of joy that the girl had been watching her.
It was almost a month later that Demi saw the girl again. Demi had gone back to the park since then, of course, as she did almost every day with Maddie or Miley, but she hadn’t even glimpsed the Latina again.
Now she was in the grocery store. They needed milk and bread and eggs… mostly things for the upcoming weekend’s breakfasts. It was a Friday, and as Demi pushed the cart around the store, she thought of what her mother would make for the family the next day. She rested one foot on the bottom tray of the cart and pushed off with the other, gliding down the aisle while taking the needed things off the shelf as she passed them. She grabbed a box of pasta, only to drop it as the cart suddenly stopped, and the handlebar of the cart smashed into her stomach. Without the cart’s forward momentum, she fell backwards and onto the floor. She vaguely heard herself groaning, the breath knocked out of her. She forced herself to sit up and see what had stopped the cart in the first place.
Demi’s heart sped up at the sight of long, dark hair. Was it--? But no, it was just some girl, much younger than Demi, but tall for her age. They both muttered their apologies and made sure the other was alright before the girl ran off. Demi continued around the corner, sighing that it would have been too good to be true if it had really been--
She stopped in her tracks.
There she was.
She was leaning against the cart, texting, looking bored while a woman Demi assumed was her mother placed item after item into the cart. Demi couldn’t believe her luck. The girl had to live nearby, if she'd seen her twice now. Demi wondered where she lived, what her house, her room looked like, what her bed felt like, whether the springs would squeak when…
Demi felt herself flush. Where the hell did these thoughts come from? Images flashed through her mind of what she was sure was the answer to that question, and of what she wanted the girl to do in that place…
Okay, Demi was full-on blushing now. And she hadn’t even spoken to the girl yet! What was wrong with her? Demi snapped out of her daydream to see the girl…exiting the store. Demi felt a desperate sadness that she’d missed her chance to speak with the girl. With a sigh, Demi picked up the last item on the list and went to checkout. As she placed her groceries on the conveyor belt, she thought about how the girl probably wouldn’t even remember her from the park. It had been weeks ago.
The person in front of her was paying now. Demi turned as she was tapped on the shoulder. Her eyes met brown ones, tan skin, and that luscious dark hair. Her heart sped up again, but this time, she wasn’t disappointed.
Ohmigod.
Itwasher.
Those perfect lips opened, and she swore the effin voice of an angel spilled from them.
“Hey, sorry,” her angel said, “can I get in front of you real quick? All I need is this pack of gum… I forgot to get some the first time through, and my mom’s waiting in the car for me….”
Demi vaguely realized that she was nodding as she tried to think of a smooth (what?) way to introduce herself (since when did Demi need to be smooth-talking a girl?). The girl smiled at her (God, did she have a beautiful smile…) and voiced her thanks before handing the pack of gum to the cashier. Come on, Demi. Say something. The cashier handed the girl her receipt. Demi. Come. On.
But then the girl was gone, after one quick smile to show her thanks again.
Dammit, Demi.
As the cashier started ringing up her many groceries, Demi rested her elbows on the counter and put her head in her hands. When she made it out to her car, she hit her head (not too) hard against the steering wheel. When she made it home, she put the groceries away and ran up to her room to bury her face in her pillow.
Thoughts of her filled her mind. Her heart beat faster at thoughts she’d never had about a girl before. Feelings that were completely new to her. Had she ever felt this way before, about anyone?
No. Whoever this girl was, she was making Demi feel for the first time. Demi realized the amount of control that meant the mystery girl had over her.
Though it should have scared her, this revelation, Demi could only think of how much she wanted this girl.
Chapter 2: http://breathe-it-in94.livejournal.com/1157.html