Everything Is Not What It Seems - 7/?
Title: Everything Is Not What It Seems (7/?)
Pairing: Demi/Selena; minor Joe/Demi and Joe/Taylor, and some Taylor/Selena 'cause I can :P
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people. If I did... that’d be funny
Summary: Joe and Demi are going steady, but when Joe starts to notice how unreceptive Demi is, he goes to the only person who can help him-Selena.
A/N: So... who saw that coming?! 8D *crickets* ... okay, well uh, hope you guys like this xD
If someone had told Demi that she would somehow be drawn to her best friend of ten years, she would have slapped that person and said they were crazy, but now as she sits here, staring at the girl she hasn’t seen in god-knows-how-long, she probably thinks that person would be spot on.
“Hey, Selena,” And leave it to Joseph to ruin her train of thought. Subtly shaking her head, Demi turns to Selena, a small smile gracing her lips-or something she'd call akin to it.
“H-hi...” her voice was small, and the fact that she stuttered didn't help either. She was nervous as hell, and Nick was her "date". Joe was probably more confused than ever since he kept doing a double take of the duo, not quite being able to put two and two together.
Sure, Joe was dense at times but Demi knew he wasn’t an idiot, or as far as she knew he wasn’t. So his frantic looks at Selena and confused looks to Nick were setting Demi off, and that was so not good.
“So, Joe,” Selena started, making Demi's eyes turn to the older girl, knowing fully well how much she misses hearing her voice, “Nick told me you picked up your guitar again.”
Selena knew making small talk wasn’t going to calm her nerves, but she could always try. She was an actress after all, so faking wouldn’t be so hard. Joe seemed to tell that Selena was trying, so for his and her sake, he would play along for now.
“Yeah, just trying to get the hang of playing again. I missed playing an instrument.” Nick gave him an odd look which made him chuckle.
“No, Nick. I do not consider a tambourine an instrument.” Selena didn't miss the laugh that escaped Demi's lips. Oh how she wished she was the one holding her instead of Joe. Sighing, she shook the thought from her head. Looking down at her lap, her hands wrung together in nervousness, she peeks up at Demi through her lashes to find the singer giving her this... intense look, that Nick isn't oblivious too.
Smiling to herself, Selena excuses herself from the table, swiftly making her way to the rest room. Silently, she counts in her head after she inspects the place, making sure that no one would be here to hear the oncoming conversation (or shout fest) that she's sure will erupt.
“What was that?” a voice makes her turn, the sight of her ex-best friend standing in the doorway, looking as adorably, confused as ever.
“What was what?” oh right, go for the clueless approach, great job, Selena. She chides herself, before letting out an exasperated sigh. She doesn’t know if they’ll need words tonight, they could always talk without actually speaking to the other.
And from past experiences, she knows Demi is utterly confused by the small talk with Joe, and of course her arrival with Nick.
“Oh, I don't know, the obvious attempt at small talk with my boyfriend.” She didn't mean for the words to cut harshly through the thick air, and honestly it hadn’t, but it was her choice of words that made Selena flinch. Boyfriend, of course she would say that.
“Alright, so I talk to Joe now. What's the big deal here, Demi?”
“Big deal? The big deal is, you choose to talk to him, after god knows how long of not talking to me.”
“Well, Demi, that does go both ways anyway,” Selena spat out, “you never answered my calls, my texts, my emails... nothing, Demi. Nothing.” A lock of the door makes Selena stiffen suddenly. Now she was completely alone with Demi, and there was no way she would be able to leave with her head held high with Demi blocking her only exit. Though the air vent wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Selena,”
“Oh no, you do not get to make me feel guilty after all these months of not talking.” The taller girl had pointed an accusatory finger at her. If Demi wanted to talk, then so be it. She may not come out as the bigger person in this, but at least she gets to say her piece, right?
Demi says nothing but moves closer to Selena, which in turn makes her take a step back. Seeing the reaction, Demi stops her advance as a sullen look now covers her features. Selena notices the change quickly, but doesn’t move. She's not here to feel sorry for Demi. No, she... What exactly was she here for, then? If not for Demi, then what?
Nothing.
Her world revolved around Demi, and she knew that. But lately, she's been able to ignore that fact and focus on other things. Mostly work and a certain blonde country singer.
“Selena,” Demi tries again, her voice soft and barely even heard that Selena strains herself to hear the younger girl. When she turns to face her, her hopes get so high that she's wishing that Demi would utter those eight letters, three words... the words she so desperately wants to hear.
“... I'm so sorry.” ... not quite the three words she was looking for but,
“Sorry? You’re sorry, Demi?” She was incredulous. Of course, she had imagined this apology to come soon... but in a public restroom? Yeah, not what she had imagined.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Selena? I said I'm sorry... for everything.”
“I want to know why, Demi. Why you didn't answer any of my calls or messages. Why you thought it was okay to just avoid me like the plague. Why you put me through so much pain. Why, Demi? Just please, tell me why...” She knows it's pathetic, to be begging, pleading, groveling at Demi's feet for answers, but that's all she wants. For now, anyway.
Demi, of course, is at a loss for words.
How was she to explain to her best friend of a decade that she pushed her away because if she didn't she was sure that her feelings would only get stronger.
Yes, Demetria Devonne Lovato had known for only god knows how long that she would eventually develop feelings that were more than friendship towards the older girl, but she had shoved them aside so harshly that she had forgotten them. Up until recently, of course. And it was all thanks to Kevin and his amazing story.
“Because,” her throat is dry and her eyes are starting to brim with tears. She chokes up a bit, before roughly clearing her throat,
“I love you.”
A/N: Alright, probably that was another cliff-hanger but... I felt like it was good if I stopped it there :P Don’t worry, I'll update soon :]
Pairing: Demi/Selena; minor Joe/Demi and Joe/Taylor, and some Taylor/Selena 'cause I can :P
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people. If I did... that’d be funny
Summary: Joe and Demi are going steady, but when Joe starts to notice how unreceptive Demi is, he goes to the only person who can help him-Selena.
A/N: So... who saw that coming?! 8D *crickets* ... okay, well uh, hope you guys like this xD
If someone had told Demi that she would somehow be drawn to her best friend of ten years, she would have slapped that person and said they were crazy, but now as she sits here, staring at the girl she hasn’t seen in god-knows-how-long, she probably thinks that person would be spot on.
“Hey, Selena,” And leave it to Joseph to ruin her train of thought. Subtly shaking her head, Demi turns to Selena, a small smile gracing her lips-or something she'd call akin to it.
“H-hi...” her voice was small, and the fact that she stuttered didn't help either. She was nervous as hell, and Nick was her "date". Joe was probably more confused than ever since he kept doing a double take of the duo, not quite being able to put two and two together.
Sure, Joe was dense at times but Demi knew he wasn’t an idiot, or as far as she knew he wasn’t. So his frantic looks at Selena and confused looks to Nick were setting Demi off, and that was so not good.
“So, Joe,” Selena started, making Demi's eyes turn to the older girl, knowing fully well how much she misses hearing her voice, “Nick told me you picked up your guitar again.”
Selena knew making small talk wasn’t going to calm her nerves, but she could always try. She was an actress after all, so faking wouldn’t be so hard. Joe seemed to tell that Selena was trying, so for his and her sake, he would play along for now.
“Yeah, just trying to get the hang of playing again. I missed playing an instrument.” Nick gave him an odd look which made him chuckle.
“No, Nick. I do not consider a tambourine an instrument.” Selena didn't miss the laugh that escaped Demi's lips. Oh how she wished she was the one holding her instead of Joe. Sighing, she shook the thought from her head. Looking down at her lap, her hands wrung together in nervousness, she peeks up at Demi through her lashes to find the singer giving her this... intense look, that Nick isn't oblivious too.
Smiling to herself, Selena excuses herself from the table, swiftly making her way to the rest room. Silently, she counts in her head after she inspects the place, making sure that no one would be here to hear the oncoming conversation (or shout fest) that she's sure will erupt.
“What was that?” a voice makes her turn, the sight of her ex-best friend standing in the doorway, looking as adorably, confused as ever.
“What was what?” oh right, go for the clueless approach, great job, Selena. She chides herself, before letting out an exasperated sigh. She doesn’t know if they’ll need words tonight, they could always talk without actually speaking to the other.
And from past experiences, she knows Demi is utterly confused by the small talk with Joe, and of course her arrival with Nick.
“Oh, I don't know, the obvious attempt at small talk with my boyfriend.” She didn't mean for the words to cut harshly through the thick air, and honestly it hadn’t, but it was her choice of words that made Selena flinch. Boyfriend, of course she would say that.
“Alright, so I talk to Joe now. What's the big deal here, Demi?”
“Big deal? The big deal is, you choose to talk to him, after god knows how long of not talking to me.”
“Well, Demi, that does go both ways anyway,” Selena spat out, “you never answered my calls, my texts, my emails... nothing, Demi. Nothing.” A lock of the door makes Selena stiffen suddenly. Now she was completely alone with Demi, and there was no way she would be able to leave with her head held high with Demi blocking her only exit. Though the air vent wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Selena,”
“Oh no, you do not get to make me feel guilty after all these months of not talking.” The taller girl had pointed an accusatory finger at her. If Demi wanted to talk, then so be it. She may not come out as the bigger person in this, but at least she gets to say her piece, right?
Demi says nothing but moves closer to Selena, which in turn makes her take a step back. Seeing the reaction, Demi stops her advance as a sullen look now covers her features. Selena notices the change quickly, but doesn’t move. She's not here to feel sorry for Demi. No, she... What exactly was she here for, then? If not for Demi, then what?
Nothing.
Her world revolved around Demi, and she knew that. But lately, she's been able to ignore that fact and focus on other things. Mostly work and a certain blonde country singer.
“Selena,” Demi tries again, her voice soft and barely even heard that Selena strains herself to hear the younger girl. When she turns to face her, her hopes get so high that she's wishing that Demi would utter those eight letters, three words... the words she so desperately wants to hear.
“... I'm so sorry.” ... not quite the three words she was looking for but,
“Sorry? You’re sorry, Demi?” She was incredulous. Of course, she had imagined this apology to come soon... but in a public restroom? Yeah, not what she had imagined.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Selena? I said I'm sorry... for everything.”
“I want to know why, Demi. Why you didn't answer any of my calls or messages. Why you thought it was okay to just avoid me like the plague. Why you put me through so much pain. Why, Demi? Just please, tell me why...” She knows it's pathetic, to be begging, pleading, groveling at Demi's feet for answers, but that's all she wants. For now, anyway.
Demi, of course, is at a loss for words.
How was she to explain to her best friend of a decade that she pushed her away because if she didn't she was sure that her feelings would only get stronger.
Yes, Demetria Devonne Lovato had known for only god knows how long that she would eventually develop feelings that were more than friendship towards the older girl, but she had shoved them aside so harshly that she had forgotten them. Up until recently, of course. And it was all thanks to Kevin and his amazing story.
“Because,” her throat is dry and her eyes are starting to brim with tears. She chokes up a bit, before roughly clearing her throat,
“I love you.”
A/N: Alright, probably that was another cliff-hanger but... I felt like it was good if I stopped it there :P Don’t worry, I'll update soon :]