Tell Me Lies
Title: Tell Me Lies
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Demi or Selena. I just borrowed them for a little while to play with. Well, their fictional selves, that is. Oh, it would be so much fun if I had like, this little dollhouse and Selena and Demi were little live dolls in it and I could control them and make them go to the bedroom and- Sorry, where was I again? Oh! Yes, I own nothing but the plot. :P
Word Count: 992
Summary: I'm not ready to let go, it's not time. How cruel could you be? Don’t say we’re through, at least not to me. And do this one thing for me, make up some stupid story. Can we keep pretending this is not the ending?
Author's Note: I came up with the idea for this fic about a month ago, around the time Demi finished filming Camp Rock 2. I was listening to Ashley Tisdale’s song ‘Tell Me Lies’ at the time and immediately pictured this scene in my head, however, I never got down to actually writing it. So last night that song came up in my iPod and I remembered the idea. So I wrote it. I know it’s a bit simple but my brain decided it didn’t want to write an elaborate fic last night. In fact, I spent like, way more time on the banner than on the actual fic. Sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it! <3
Selena sits alone in her room. Nothing but silence surrounds her.
It is early evening and the lights are out. Raindrops hit the window violently.
Selena is sitting on the floor of the dusky room, knees bent and back leaning against the bed, the soft carpet tickling her palms. She listens carefully to the sounds of the raging storm, her puffy eyes unfocused.
Selena knows she’s back.
Demi.
She knows. Not because the younger girl had called or stopped by, but because she saw the pictures taken by the paparazzi at the airport a couple days ago.
Selena had found out like any other fan of hers. Just like any ordinary fan.
She feels something wet fall on her hand. A teardrop? Had she started crying again?
She looks down at her phone and the screen flashes 07:03. Hours had gone by since she first fell apart that afternoon. Since the storm had started.
Everything is suddenly illuminated by lightning striking outside. It casts shadows and highlights inside the quiet room. The shadows dance on the walls of Selena’s bedroom. A bittersweet dance. Whites and blacks are separated for a couple seconds and just as soon as it started, it fades. Colors mesh together again. Darkness.
Selena waits for the thunder to strike. She waits because she needs the thunder.
The loud rumble never comes.
Selena cries harder. That’s not how it’s supposed to be.
Thunder. Lightning. They should always be together. Always.
After weeks of unanswered phone calls and empty voicemails, is this what it came down to?
The older girl managed to cope with those weeks by telling herself Demi was too busy with filming and other responsibilities, but now she is back. She is here, in Los Angeles. And still the damn phone won’t ring.
Lightning strikes again and Selena’s sobs grow louder and more desperate because again, there’s no thunder.
She pulls her legs closer to her and wraps her frail arms around them. She shields herself. She shields herself from the storm outside. The storm with no thunder.
Selena wills her phone to ring. She clutches it tightly in one hand and begs for it to ring. She begs for Demi’s name to show up on the screen. But all she sees are numbers.
She needs Demi to tell her it’s going to be okay. She needs Demi to tell her she still loves her. She needs Demi to tell her lies.
Because the truth hurts. The truth makes Selena want Demi to lie.
Selena doesn’t want the truth. She doesn’t want to know if Demi fell out of love. She doesn’t want to know if Demi will never walk through that door again. She doesn’t want to know if she kissed Demi’s lips for the last time. She doesn’t!
She can’t know, because there’s only so much she can take.
Lightning strikes once more. Alone.
Selena’s just not ready to let go. She needs lies.
She wants to keep pretending they’re okay. She wants to pretend they’re still together. She wants to pretend Demi still loves her.
Selena doesn’t want to color alone.
She wants to forget those airport pictures and pretend Demi is still in Canada.
But she can’t, because the whole world wants her to know Demi is back. The websites, the magazines, Demi’s stupid twitter! The one she wants so bad to unfollow so she won’t have to read about Demi’s perfect life without her. Demi’s perfect life in this city, not in a different country. At arm’s reach.
But still the only thing showing on the screen is numbers. Stupid, meaningless numbers. Not Demi’s name. Numbers. 07:49.
Selena can’t unfollow Demi’s twitter. And not because the people over at Disney wouldn’t let her - don’t we all love to keep up appearances?
No. It’s because she can’t make herself do it. Because Demi won’t answer her calls anymore and won’t text her back. Demi’s tweets, as hurtful as they are, are all Selena has. And she’s not ready to let her go.
So Selena plays pretend.
It’s easier than to say goodbye.
Cause I don't wanna know
If I kissed your lips for the last time
Please don't say if it's so
Tell my heart it's not goodbye
And do this one thing for me
Make up some stupid story tonight
It's alright, keep your truth and tell me lies