My Boyfriend's Back, 3 of 12
Title: My Boyfriend’s Back, 3 of 12
Pairing: Boy!Demi/Selena
Rating: g
Disclaimer: Pure fiction.
Summary: gender swap.
A/N: Continuation of ‘Selena’s Boyfriend’. Will also be using male pronouns for Boy!Demi.
“That was…” Selena trails off.
“Intense.” Demi says, turning his head.
Selena nods, “Yeah,” squeezing his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He looks down, studying the pattern of the carpeted hotel elevator floor.
“Why didn’t you tell me, you felt so strongly about needing a break?” Selena asks.
Demi shrugs, continuing to stare at the carpet.
“Hey,” Selena says, softly, letting go of Demi’s hand. She steps in front of him, sliding her hands onto the sides of his face and gently lifting his head. “You can talk to me.”
“I know.” he replies.
“Talk to me.” she says, thumbs sliding back and forth across his cheeks.
The sounds of a ding followed by the elevator doors opening distract them from their conversation. They step off of the elevator, hands clasped tightly. It reminds Selena of the way Demi holds her hand whenever they make their way through a group of pushy paps. He’s nervous. He wants to protect her.
Protect her from what, this time? Protect her from him?
“What do you want to do?” he asks, loosening his grip. The further away from Selena’s hotel room and his mother he got the more relaxed he became.
“We could go up to David’s room.” she suggests.
Demi frowns.
She continues. “We could stay there until your mom leaves.”
“Okay,” he agrees, hesitantly.
He lets himself be lead to the elevator. The doors open and they get on just as Diana is stepping out of another elevator. They see her but she doesn’t see them. Selena pulls Demi inside of the elevator and against the furthest corner. Demi laughs as the door slides shut.
“Do you think she saw us?” Selena asks.
He grins. “No,” he shakes his head, adding amused, “you pulled me in here pretty quick. I think I have whiplash.” he rubs the back of his neck.
Selena relaxes and leans in pressing her lips against his. “You love it when I manhandle you.” she says, playfully.
He wraps his arms around her waist. “Maybe, I do.” he says, leaning in for a kiss.
The elevator door slides open. Someone clears their throat loudly, stepping onto the elevator and Demi and Selena pull away from each other.
(----)
“Tomorrow everything changes.” he says, more to himself than Selena.
Selena tilts her head back on Demi’s chest, looking up at him as they lay in bed.
“Tomorrow executives from Disney will be knocking on your hotel room door.” he sighs, continuing, “This was supposed to be fun, Sel.”
“You made it happen. You can make it un-happen.” she says, sitting up.
“Yeah, I guess,” he replies, hesitantly.
“You don’t want too.”
“I don’t know, Sel.” he replies, frustrated.
There’s a knock at the door. Demi sits up. “Do you think it’s my mom?”
“I hope not.” Selena says, getting out of bed.
“Don’t answer it.” Demi says, sitting up, and following Selena.
“What if it’s someone important?” she asks, walking over to the door. She looks through the peephole. “It’s David.” she says, turning her head with a smile on her face.
“Great.” Demi replies, sarcastically.
“Demi,” Selena says, warningly, before opening the door. “Hey, David,” she says, stepping back to let him inside.
“Hey, Sel,” David smiles, goofily, eyes glazed over.
Selena closes the door.
“What are you two doing?” David asks, walking into the living room.
“Nothing,” Selena replies, sharing a knowing look with Demi that David was high.
“Nice digs.” David says, adding. “Better than mine.” he remarks, sitting down on a couch.
“What are you doing?” Selena asks, walking into the living room.
David shrugs. “Nothing, I had this thought --“
Demi cuts in. “I find that hard to believe.”
David laughs. “I like you guy Demi.”
Selena and Demi share a look. If a stoner like David Henrie could figure it out, what was stopping the media from latching onto this story and running with it?
Demi visibly stiffens.
“I’m not going to say anything. You’re secret is safe with me.” David says, standing, he makes his way over to Demi and pats his shoulder. “Sel wouldn’t cheat on you. Plus, you were wearing your clothes. It doesn’t make sense but you’re a guy.”
“You’re high.” Demi replies.
David nods. “That I am, but I’m right. I have to be, it’s the only thing that makes sense.” he says, confused.
“David,” Selena says, walking over to him. “We’re going to call it a night.” she says, guiding him through the suite. “Early call time tomorrow.” she says, opening the door.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Sel. Later, guy Demi.” he says, before walking out the door.
Selena closes the door.
“I’m fucked.” Demi says.
End Chapter Three