Broken Hearts and Silver Tears CH 6
Title: Broken Hearts and Silver Tears Ch6
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: M for language and slight violence.
Summary: How Demi would carry on if the whole Selena/Nick rumor was true.
A/N: I dedicate this chapter to ~deacon1022 because you made me giggle when you said "i wanna be ur best friend". Somehow, I started writing a new chapter because of it lol. So I definitely don't think they'll be an update tomorrow so I hope this will make up for it. Again, Demi's thoughts are in Italics while actual dialogue is in bold italic. Enjoy and please comment! Love ya!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Demi Lovato or Selena Gomez
"It'll be so wet if you do that!"
"Wet?"
"You know, damp? Slick? Moist?"
"I do what I always do!"
"I love what you do but you have to reel it in Demi."
"Reel it in? What is this to you, Go Fish?"
"That's a card game goof-ball. How is that related to anything?"
"You said reel it in. That's where the Go Fish came from."
"You know what I'm talking about when i say reel it in."
"Selena, we always use this much butter!"
Slick? Damp? Wet? Is she trying to kill me? Damn it, when did you become such a perv?
Taking a deep breath, Demi slightly shook her head. Focus you pig! "Sel, don't we always use four table spoons of butter to make them?"
Nodding her head in amusement, Selena smirked. "No, you always take four tablespoons of butter when we only need three. Then I have this debate with you before I mention how many times you always think it's four tablespoons. Then I tell you how you always say, 'Oh yea, you're right Selena' and then put the extra butter back into the tub for two whole minutes because you don't want to 'contaminate' it."
Jaw dropped, Demi paused and then tried to remember each and every time they made Rice Krispy Treats. The first one that came to mind was the baking session they had just a week ago.
It was the day Selena made the second declaration she wanted to hear most in her life and the one that made Nick Jonas jealous, irritated, and desperate all at once. Smirking at the thought, Demi glanced over at the dark-haired beauty and noticed that she still had yet to respond.
Thinking quickly back to their baking session, Demi grinned meekly before replying, "Oh yea, you're right Selena...don't you dare smirk or else!" Seeing her smirk, Demi knew that Selena didn't take her threat seriously. She didn't blame her. Sighing thoughtfully, Demi merely tossed a marshmallow at Selena, who blocked it with ease.
One week. It was one week since Selena made that declaration. One that she's stuck by through and through. Not that she never sees pretty boy, she does. She went on three back to back dates with the boy. But I see and talk to her everyday. Whatcha think about that, asshole? Booyaah!
Smiling happily, Demi felt lighter than she has in days. Maybe I might have a chance? Ugh, don't think about that now. She's with you right now. She's smiling. She's having fun. She brushed my arm, oh my god she brushed against my arm!
Her heart sped up and she felt sweat already beginning to form on her forehead. She tried to control her breathing. Yea, I can totally explain why I'm acting like I ran a 20 mile marathon.
Suddenly realizing Selena was talking to her, Demi looked up only to see her friend staring at her awaiting a response. Blushing a deep red, Demi cleared her throat and meekly replied, "Um, what?"
Letting out a joking gasp, Selena questioned "You didn't hear a word I said?"
"Um.." Think of something to say, dork! "i was trying to put the extra butter back?" Put the extra butter back... WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!
Grinning, Selena simply moved past Demi towards the oven, bumping her hip against her closest friend. "I was just asking if you were free tomorrow. We could chill out at the beach. What do you say?"
Biting her lip, Demi wanted to curse herself for what she did right before Selena had come over. "I can't tomorrow. I'm going with my family to visit my cousin and his family tomorrow. Friday? We can have a movie night. I say "Night At the Roxbury", "Mean Girls", "Notebook" if you want, and whatever else. I'll make sure to buy a lot of pickles."
"Aww Demi, that sounds awesome but I can't. I have a date with Nick this Friday. He's taking me to dinner, it's gonna be so romantic."
"Oh, that's okay. Some other time." Damn. Back to pretending then.
They talked about nothing important. They were just random with each other like always, ust being Selena Demi Gomez Lovato. She was somewhat pretending now. It ate at her when she thought about what Nick and Selena would do on their date. It killed her to think what would happen after. A walk on the beach, a dance, a makeout session, they all ate at her. Demi was now officially in a gloomy mood and tried desperately to hind it from the one she loved with all her heart.
"Fuck!" Quickly pulled out of her musings, Demi turned towards the cause of the shout. Tears were flooding her eyes as she held her right hand with her left, her lip quivering in pain and embarrassment. Seeing the reddened skin, Demi quickly grabbed Selena's hand in panic and dragged her to the sink. Turning on the faucet, Demi brought Selena's fingers under the cold water, both hands making soft soothing motions against the injured fingers. Damn it, she burned her fingers! Fuck, it must hurt so bad!
Not noticing the sudden silence, Demi cursed under her breath as she continued soothing the reddened skin before announcing she'll be right back and to keep her fingers under the faucet. Running quickly to the bathroom, Demi quickly opened the cabinet and pulled out the first aid kit, retrieving some ointment and bandages. Rushing back, she gently took Selena's wrist before leading her back to a chair at the kitchen table. Quietly motioning her to sit, Demi grabbed a clean dry towel and softly dried Selena's hand. Sweat now rimmed her brow as she soon squeezing out some ointment and gently rubbed it against the injured skin.
Finally bandaging her up, Demi finally glanced at Selena's face. "Does it still hurt a lot?" she asked. Watching her, Selena merely shook her head and whispered "No, not a lot."
Staring in each other's eyes, Demi got lost in those dark orbs before realizing she was still holding Selena's hand. Silently letting go, Demi smiled lightly and replied "Good. It sucks when you burn yourself. Are you sure you're okay?"
Gazing brightly at her, Selena smiled softly and after a short pause whispered "Yea. Yea, I'm fine now. I'll be right back, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick." Grabbing Demi's hand with her left hand, Selena lightly squeezed it before brushing against her side as she left the room.
Watching her leave with a slightly shocked yet thoroughly happy expression, four words repeated in her mind.
Did that just happen?
UPDATE: CHAPTER 7
demifan90.livejournal.com/2257.html
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: M for language and slight violence.
Summary: How Demi would carry on if the whole Selena/Nick rumor was true.
A/N: I dedicate this chapter to ~deacon1022 because you made me giggle when you said "i wanna be ur best friend". Somehow, I started writing a new chapter because of it lol. So I definitely don't think they'll be an update tomorrow so I hope this will make up for it. Again, Demi's thoughts are in Italics while actual dialogue is in bold italic. Enjoy and please comment! Love ya!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Demi Lovato or Selena Gomez
"It'll be so wet if you do that!"
"Wet?"
"You know, damp? Slick? Moist?"
"I do what I always do!"
"I love what you do but you have to reel it in Demi."
"Reel it in? What is this to you, Go Fish?"
"That's a card game goof-ball. How is that related to anything?"
"You said reel it in. That's where the Go Fish came from."
"You know what I'm talking about when i say reel it in."
"Selena, we always use this much butter!"
Slick? Damp? Wet? Is she trying to kill me? Damn it, when did you become such a perv?
Taking a deep breath, Demi slightly shook her head. Focus you pig! "Sel, don't we always use four table spoons of butter to make them?"
Nodding her head in amusement, Selena smirked. "No, you always take four tablespoons of butter when we only need three. Then I have this debate with you before I mention how many times you always think it's four tablespoons. Then I tell you how you always say, 'Oh yea, you're right Selena' and then put the extra butter back into the tub for two whole minutes because you don't want to 'contaminate' it."
Jaw dropped, Demi paused and then tried to remember each and every time they made Rice Krispy Treats. The first one that came to mind was the baking session they had just a week ago.
It was the day Selena made the second declaration she wanted to hear most in her life and the one that made Nick Jonas jealous, irritated, and desperate all at once. Smirking at the thought, Demi glanced over at the dark-haired beauty and noticed that she still had yet to respond.
Thinking quickly back to their baking session, Demi grinned meekly before replying, "Oh yea, you're right Selena...don't you dare smirk or else!" Seeing her smirk, Demi knew that Selena didn't take her threat seriously. She didn't blame her. Sighing thoughtfully, Demi merely tossed a marshmallow at Selena, who blocked it with ease.
One week. It was one week since Selena made that declaration. One that she's stuck by through and through. Not that she never sees pretty boy, she does. She went on three back to back dates with the boy. But I see and talk to her everyday. Whatcha think about that, asshole? Booyaah!
Smiling happily, Demi felt lighter than she has in days. Maybe I might have a chance? Ugh, don't think about that now. She's with you right now. She's smiling. She's having fun. She brushed my arm, oh my god she brushed against my arm!
Her heart sped up and she felt sweat already beginning to form on her forehead. She tried to control her breathing. Yea, I can totally explain why I'm acting like I ran a 20 mile marathon.
Suddenly realizing Selena was talking to her, Demi looked up only to see her friend staring at her awaiting a response. Blushing a deep red, Demi cleared her throat and meekly replied, "Um, what?"
Letting out a joking gasp, Selena questioned "You didn't hear a word I said?"
"Um.." Think of something to say, dork! "i was trying to put the extra butter back?" Put the extra butter back... WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!
Grinning, Selena simply moved past Demi towards the oven, bumping her hip against her closest friend. "I was just asking if you were free tomorrow. We could chill out at the beach. What do you say?"
Biting her lip, Demi wanted to curse herself for what she did right before Selena had come over. "I can't tomorrow. I'm going with my family to visit my cousin and his family tomorrow. Friday? We can have a movie night. I say "Night At the Roxbury", "Mean Girls", "Notebook" if you want, and whatever else. I'll make sure to buy a lot of pickles."
"Aww Demi, that sounds awesome but I can't. I have a date with Nick this Friday. He's taking me to dinner, it's gonna be so romantic."
"Oh, that's okay. Some other time." Damn. Back to pretending then.
They talked about nothing important. They were just random with each other like always, ust being Selena Demi Gomez Lovato. She was somewhat pretending now. It ate at her when she thought about what Nick and Selena would do on their date. It killed her to think what would happen after. A walk on the beach, a dance, a makeout session, they all ate at her. Demi was now officially in a gloomy mood and tried desperately to hind it from the one she loved with all her heart.
"Fuck!" Quickly pulled out of her musings, Demi turned towards the cause of the shout. Tears were flooding her eyes as she held her right hand with her left, her lip quivering in pain and embarrassment. Seeing the reddened skin, Demi quickly grabbed Selena's hand in panic and dragged her to the sink. Turning on the faucet, Demi brought Selena's fingers under the cold water, both hands making soft soothing motions against the injured fingers. Damn it, she burned her fingers! Fuck, it must hurt so bad!
Not noticing the sudden silence, Demi cursed under her breath as she continued soothing the reddened skin before announcing she'll be right back and to keep her fingers under the faucet. Running quickly to the bathroom, Demi quickly opened the cabinet and pulled out the first aid kit, retrieving some ointment and bandages. Rushing back, she gently took Selena's wrist before leading her back to a chair at the kitchen table. Quietly motioning her to sit, Demi grabbed a clean dry towel and softly dried Selena's hand. Sweat now rimmed her brow as she soon squeezing out some ointment and gently rubbed it against the injured skin.
Finally bandaging her up, Demi finally glanced at Selena's face. "Does it still hurt a lot?" she asked. Watching her, Selena merely shook her head and whispered "No, not a lot."
Staring in each other's eyes, Demi got lost in those dark orbs before realizing she was still holding Selena's hand. Silently letting go, Demi smiled lightly and replied "Good. It sucks when you burn yourself. Are you sure you're okay?"
Gazing brightly at her, Selena smiled softly and after a short pause whispered "Yea. Yea, I'm fine now. I'll be right back, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick." Grabbing Demi's hand with her left hand, Selena lightly squeezed it before brushing against her side as she left the room.
Watching her leave with a slightly shocked yet thoroughly happy expression, four words repeated in her mind.
Did that just happen?
UPDATE: CHAPTER 7
demifan90.livejournal.com/2257.html