Fast Cars, Fast Women, and Cheap Drinks: Part 5
Title: Fast Cars, Fast Women, and Cheap Drinks
Pairing: Demi Lovato&&Selena Gomez
Rating: T
Part: 5 of ?
Disclaimer: This is a work of my own mind, and reflects nothing of the actual lives of the included real life characters. In other words, this is for fun, don't sue me!
Summary: Her voice fades away and she drops her gaze to the floor. I feel a loss of connection and gently I cup her cheek, guiding her face back up so I could look at her in the eyes. “He’s dangerous, Selena. You have no idea what you got yourself into by hitting him." Demi continues softly, her tone betraying her true emotions.
Chapter Five: Dallas
Opening my eyes, I stretch out on the bed and furrow my eyebrows when I catch sight of the unfamiliar ceiling. Realization hits me when I recall that I’m currently in Demi Lovato’s clothes, in her bed, in her room, in her house. Good lord, what have I gotten myself into?
But then again, Demi wasn’t the person she projected to the world. The brunette had shown me an entirely different side of her last night. It had been softer, caring, and I could go almost as far as saying that she had been sweet.
Last Night:
The other girl takes my hand in her own, inspecting the knuckles with her fingertips, before holding a small ice pack against the bruised skin.
“You’ve never hit anyone, have you?” Her tone is light, teasing almost.
“How do you know?”
“Your skin is soft. Throw enough punches around and you’ll start to deaden the nerve endings. It makes your hands look like crap, though.”
“Is that what you did?”
Demi gives me a smirk and rolls her eyes at me, “No, I’d rather not have two bulky clubs for hands. I just suck it up. So what, are you a lover, not a fighter?”
I shake my head, “I don’t know. I’ve never had a need to hit anyone before.”
“You didn’t have a need tonight either.”
I duck my head, embarrassment creeping up my neck in the form of a red blush.
“You really scared me, Selena.”
I look up, eyes wide in shock. “I scared you? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Demi’s steady gaze meets mine, sincerity clear in her beautiful brown eyes. “No, I’m not. When you came out of the car earlier, if Trace had seen you…”
Her voice fades away and she drops her gaze to the floor. I feel a loss of connection and gently I cup her cheek, guiding her face back up so I could look at her in the eyes.
“He’s dangerous, Selena. You have no idea what you got yourself into by hitting him.” Demi continues softly, her tone betraying her true emotions.
Her desolate voice causes my throat to constrict and blindly, without thinking, I grab a hold of her hands. “But you’re here to save me, right Demi? You won’t let anything happen, would you?”
The brunette stares into my eyes, pulling her hands out of my grip and putting distance between us. “No, I wouldn’t. I’ll keep you safe. I just don’t know why I want to.”
Her voice quiets near the end of her sentence, obviously not meant for me to hear but the moment is quickly ruined.
“You can sleep in my bed. I’m going to go crash in one of the guest rooms.”
I watch her as she leaves the room, shaking my head at how much I’m letting this girl get to me.
She’s a player. She sleeps with a girl and leaves her. It’s who she is. It’s who she’ll always be.
“So why do I have such a hard time believing that?” I voice aloud.
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I sit up in bed not wanting to start pondering the same question that had kept me up for half the night.
I make my way into the bathroom, washing my face and using my finger as a make-shift toothbrush. On my way out, I glance at my clothes from last night before deciding to change later on.
Reaching the edge of the staircase, I hear angry whispers and I pull back behind a wall straining my ears to hear what was happening. Trace couldn’t be back could he?
“You shouldn’t be here at all! You need to leave before Demi wakes up!.”
That was the brunette, Miley I think her name was.
“Miley’s right, Demi’s been having a pretty rough night and knowing her, she probably just fell asleep. Please Dallas, don’t do this now?”
Taylor? Wait, Dallas?
Earlier in the car:
The blonde turns on the car and smiles warmly at me. “One heck of a night tonight turned out to be, don’t you think?”
I nod my head, not trusting my voice. Taylor seems to notice this but continues the conversation anyway, “So how long have you known Demi?”
Sighing, I rake a hand through my dark waves. “I just met her earlier tonight.”
Taylor throws me a sidelong glance, eyes raking over me. “That’s crap.”
“Why?” I ask, taken aback.
“You never bring someone you don’t know to a race. That’s a rookie move and trust me Demi is anything but a rookie. Besides, I saw you sprint out of the car when you thought she was in danger.” The blonde teases, a playful glint in her eyes.
I blush, choosing to ignore the friendly jab. “What’s the deal with this Trace guy?”
“That’s really not my story to tell.” Taylor smiles apologetically in my direction.
I didn’t push the other girl, knowing it wasn’t my place and a comfortable silence fills the car.
“Selena?”
“Hmm?”
“You have to be careful with Demi, okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s had a lot of stuff happen to her and she just- Miley and I don’t plan on letting anything else happen.”
“What kind of stuff are you talking about?”
Taylor looks like she’s debating with herself. “I can’t tell you anything, Selena. I’m sorry, it’s just ever since the fight with Dallas, she’s been through some tough times.”
“Dallas?”
“Her sister.”
“Oh.”
Taylor grins at me, “You’re not much of a talker are you?”
I smile despite myself, “Well a lot of what I wanna talk about is off limits.”
“Keep hanging around Demi and that’ll change real fast.”
An unfamiliar voice reaches my ear and I chalk it up to being Demi’s sister.
“Miley, please! Do you know how long it took me to figure out where Demi lives? I had to beg the guy at front to let me in! It’s been two years since I’ve seen her. I just need a chance to apologize.”
“Well, today’s not that da-”
I whip around when I feel a hand on my shoulder and come face to face with a steely eyed Demi.
“Don’t you have better things to do than listen to conversations that don’t include you?”
“I- I uh-”
“Go get changed. I’ll drop you off in twenty minutes.”
Demi’s tone makes it clear that this is not up for negotiation.
Squaring her shoulders, the brunette takes a deep breath before marching down the steps.
I glance at the room behind me before creeping down the stairs quietly.
“Taylor, please. Just give me five minutes with Demi.” I hear Dallas’s pleading and my heart constricts. I don’t even know this woman and I can hear the pain so evident in her voice.
“Dallas, I just don’t think that-” Taylor’s voice cuts off just as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I crouch to my knees and watch the scene unfold.
Demi stood steadily between her friends and her sister and my breath catches when I see her sister for the first time. Obviously, good looks ran in the family.
Dallas takes a shaky step forward and I’m scared momentarily that she might fall to her knees.
“Demi-”
The older Lovato collapses into her sister’s arms, tears running freely down her face.
“Demi- I’m sorry. Please- just listen to me and let me apologize!” Dallas breaks down into heart wrenching sobs, hands blindly clutching her sister closer to her.
I watch with wide eyes as Taylor pulls Miley away from the scene and Demi awkwardly wraps her arms around Dallas.
The hug is brief as Demi disentangles from her sister’s embrace and takes several steps back. “Dallas.”
The older Lovato’s eyes flutter closed when Demi says her name, and I can see the hope shining in her eyes when she opens them again.
“You shouldn’t have come here.”
Dallas takes another step forward, “You didn’t answer my phone calls.”
“Obviously, there was a reason why.”
“What, are you going to stand there and tell me you were busy, not? For two years, Demi? I called you every day for almost three months. I called you every Friday night, hoping, praying that it will be you who answers instead of one of your friends. I wanted to apologize. I still want to apologize. Just give me a damn chance!”
“He’s back.”
Dallas looks confused for a moment but then realization colors her features, “He can’t be…”
Demi’s jaw clenches, “Well he is. In fact, we had a lovely reunion last night.”
“Demi-”
The younger girl holds up a hand, “Stop. I have someone over right now and I cannot have this conversation right now.”
“But you’ll have it later, right?”
“If I say yes, will you leave right this second?”
When Dallas nods her head, Demi continues. “Call me later tonight and we’ll figure out something. Now get out of here.”
Dallas walks towards the door, her hand hesitating above the doorknob. “You will answer won’t you, Dem? I want to put this behind us.”
Demi nods and watches her sister leave before turning towards the staircase. “Alright, Selena, you can come out now.”
I groan, knowing I’ve been caught and stand unsteadily, waving awkwardly. “Hi…?”
The brunette snorts, “Funny. You need to work on sneaking around. You’re worse than Miley, who’s listening from behind the sofa right now.”
Miley’s head pops up from behind the sofa and she helps up Taylor. “Damn it! How do you always do that?”
“Maybe it’s because you army crawled right in front of her face?” Taylor suggests sarcastically, picking at her fingernails. “Anyway, Dem, we’re going to go ahead and head out. Text me later?”
Demi nods and I wave goodbye to the couple as they leave, before using the distraction to sneak back up the stairs.
“Selena?”
Cursing under my breath, I turn around slowly to meet the eyes of the brunette by the front door.
“Hurry up and get dressed, we gotta get going soon.”
I nod hurriedly and rush upstairs to change. Within five minutes, I’m running down the stairs dressed and ready to go.
We walk to the car and Demi pulls out wordlessly before speeding out of the driveway. She flips a switch and I can hear the chorus of “About a Girl” playing. I’m instantly taken back to last night but I’m shaken out of the memory when Demi curses loudly and switches the song to something unfamiliar.
As she nears my house, I realize with a panic that this is probably the last time I’ll ever see Demi Lovato again and my heart constricts at the thought. Seeing the caring side of her, learning the vague history of her past, it’s all began to impact how I feel about the girl.
Damn her and her stupid ‘Bad Girl’ charm.
All too soon, the car comes to a stop and I give the other brunette a small smile which isn’t returned. I’m not sure if I’m surprised or unsurprised at this fact but I move to get out of the car nonetheless.
A warm hand grabs my wrist and I’m pulled back inside the car, meeting the intense gaze of one Demi Lovato.
“Listen, last night was a bust. I don’t want to have you running around telling people I didn’t show you a good time and ruining my reputation, so let me take you out again somet-.”
I laugh at the lack of logic in the sentence but cut the other girl off, agreeing immediately. “Yes. Absolutely.”
“So I should just call you then? At the number on the card?”
“Ahh, no. Not that one. That’s going to send you straight to my voicemail. Here.” I pull a marker from my bag and grab Demi’s hand, slowly listing the numbers onto the palm of her hand. After the last number is in place, I lean down and blow softly, ignoring the tremble in the other girl’s body, choosing instead to focus on repressing my own.
“That’s my cell phone. But I’ll have you know one thing, Miss Lovato. I am not easy; I require a very substantial amount of wooing.”
The brunette grins at me, “Wooing, huh? Well, I never said you were easy. To be honest, I think you’re quite the opposite but what can I do? I love a challenge.”
I quirk up an eyebrow in amusement. “A challenge, huh? Is that what I am?”
“Your words, not mine.” Demi replies, winking in my direction.
I let out a laugh before letting the playfulness fade. “Demi, you’re not mad about me listening earlier are you?”
The girl tilts her head back and shrugs. “I was but you broke Trace’s nose last night even though you didn’t need to. I figured I could let the eavesdropping slide just this once.”
I nod and lean further inside the car, pressing my lips against her cheek for a brief moment.
“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you later, Dem.”
Turning, I walk to the front door and go inside without looking back once. With the door clicking into place, I rush to the window and peek from the corner.
She’s still in her car parked out front, a hand placed on her cheek, a soft smile firmly in place.
Biting my lip to suppress a grin, I whisper softly to myself, a good mood bubbling to the surface.
“Oooh, Selena Marie Gomez. You are falling hard for this one."
A/N: Okay, so I find this part to be horribly awful. I wrote myself into a corner and I tried my best to get out of it and I apologize for the crappiness. Also: Megan Fox = Newest obsession and I got a twitter! Not that anyone cares but just saying lol. Lastly, the outtake I promised you guys from I Can't Think Straight is almost finished, it should be up soon!
♥ Bianca =)