How is it that I can write all these new stories but i can't finish my old one WHICH HAS ONLY ONE CHAPTER TO GO!! >.<
Goddamnit. And I feel bad too, cos there were people who were reading and liking it (god knows why) and I just stopped on them =T
I should finish Just Friends!! I just need to brainstorm the last chapter....

Yea, so this is random, but anyways....

Demi And Selena's Infinite Playlist is 9,965 words long so far, and they haven't even left the city yet -.-' This is because i fail, yet again. And if I dont finish this story, I'M GOING TO CRY!!! But my plan this time is that I'm going to try and finish writing the story before I start posting it!! :D That way, I know I'm not going to get writers block half way through and disapoint people.

Though really, I'm not that good a writer. There are so many AMAZING writers on here (both LJ in general and just on Demi_Selena) and I just don't measure up.

So yes, I am having an emo day today. Or, this month really. Or this year. Or, this life time. I'm usually pretty emo I guess.

<3

Title: Alex Makes Them Good Girls Go Bad
Author/Artist: x_d_n_r_x
Pairing: Alex/Mitchie
Fandom: Crossover (Wizards Of Waverly Place and Camp Rock)
Theme: #10, #10
Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional story, written purely for entertainment purposes, no profit made. I do not own any of these characters.


AlexMakesThemGoodGirlsGoBad

"Who's that?" Caitlyn's eye brows are raised so high I fear they might disappear amongst her hair and her eyes are locked on a girl who's arrived to the party twenty minutes late. I have to admit, now I've seen her, I'm staring too. The stranger flicks an unruly piece of hair from her face and places the hand upon her hip, surveying the crowd with a look of arrogance that irritates me to no end. Her short skirt sways side to side over ripped denim jeans as she walks, parting the crowd like a goddess parts the sea. I feel Caitlyn's warm hand grip my upper arm as this mysterious girl approaches us, the producers neatly filed nails digging into my skin, and Tess even seems stunned and a little hypnotized as they reach us.

"Hey gorgeous" there's a light hint of a New York accent in her voice as her dark chocolate brown orbs rake up my body, slowly and feeling no shame in being overly obvious, taking in the way my outfit hugs my curves. I suddenly feel self conscious, regretting let my friends dress me, wishing that this skirt were a few inches longer and this singlet less low cut and tight. I'm still stunned that it's me she is addressing, and I think Tess is too from the way her mouth is hanging open incredulously.

"Care to dance?" the girl asks me, one hand reaching out to take mine but I'm keeping it firmly at my side, fingers gripping the soft material of my shirt and tugging it hopelessly down as if a hard enough tug will make it longer. The look this New Yorker is giving me sends a fever burning across my skin, my throat going dry from the lust that clouds that mellow brown like old mahogany. She's expectant and patient, not giving up, and so I feel I owe her at least a reply. My voice catches a little as I try to speak, an unexpected reaction to this strangers wandering eyes.

"I.. I don't swing that way" I tell her, before hurriedly adding "sorry". I bite down on my bottom lip as I wait for her cocky smile to fall, my stomach a wash with nausea at the thought of rejecting someone, even a girl as egotistical as this one. However she simply smirks, the look in her hypnotizing orbs never faltering, that playfully sparkle still twinkling like a midnight star.

"I never said you did" is her smooth reply, voice carrying a hint of laughter and that same superiority as I saw in her eyes as she evaluated everyone in the room. I feel a prick of annoyance with her, a want to give this stranger a piece of my mind, who does she think she is? But at the same time, her husky and demanding voice makes me shiver in a slightly delightful way. She takes my hand without an answer, warm wingers wrapping round mine and pulling me forward and away from my friends. I glance back at Peggy, the only sane one there I'm sure, in hope of help but all I receive is an encouraging smile and amusement at my expression. This mystery girl leads me straight towards the DJ, pulling out a CD from her purse and sliding it towards him.

"Track #10" she tells him with a cocky smile, and swallowing loudly the boy obliges, eyes drifting down towards her chest as he pushes the disc in and presses play. A familiar tune fills my ears, techno beats and electric music that cause a throbbing in my head, but before I can think too much about it she starts dancing and my brain just melts. The way her petite body moves, presses flush against mine for barley a second and then pulls away again, twisting and flowing like an elegant snake. Hip hop dance classes and sweaty days spent practicing with Caitlyn swirl through my mind and I begin to move as well. There's something about this girl I can't quite place, from the streak of highlighter pink in her dark hair to the black bands around her wrist - she has a dangerous edge, and I'm not at all sure why I'm so attracted to her. But she grins and leans forward, cherry red lipgloss glinting beneath the disco lights. I think she's going to kiss me, and I'm a little scared by the fact that my heart begins to race at the thought, in that giddy school girl way it had for Shane Grey and her first high school boyfriend.

"I'm Alex, by the way" she whispers across my skin, causing a deep crimson blush to rise within my cheeks like blooming roses. This mystery girl, this New Yorker with an edge, she has me by a string and she knows it. And I'm still waiting, wishing for her to kiss me, getting nervous and flustered every time her face nears mine while we dance.

"Mitchie. I'm Mitchie" I reply with a weak smile, batting chocolate brown bangs out of my eyes and staring into hers.

"Mitchie, I like that" she mutters, all superiority gone from her voice and her smile, though there is still a magnetic confidence which makes my knees weak at the sound and the sight. A look in her eyes like she knows exactly what she wants. With her hand placed gently on my upper arm she leans in and takes it, a hot and fleeting kiss from my dry lips. My eye lids flutter closed, music pumping through my veins, song lyrics dancing through my head.

"I thought you didn't swing that way" she breaths out as she pulls away, still keeping close to me with her body constantly grazing mine in a lazily slow dance. After a shaky breath I open my eyes again and stutter nervously.

"I didn't think I did". Alex only laughs.

Secret Disney Agency

Rebel Agency –Leaders Taylor&Miley

- Jennifer

Disney thinks Demi and Selena and being too gay, so try and separate them by giving them assignments far away from each other and pushing cute guys towards them.

T.L. was sent to make a romantic connection with Miss Gomez, but Miley and Jennifer worked together to brake them up.

Force Demi to flirt with Trace, say if she doesn't they wont let DnS be together at all. In end, Miley and Taylor rescue the two and fly them away to a secret location with new identities.

Agent: "Miss Lovato, your new mission, should you choose to accept it, is to flirt with Trace Cyrus"

Demi: "SAY WHAT?!?!"

Pairing: Demi/Selena
Word Count: 4, 290
Summary: Into the night again, Im racing to your door. it's been too long you said, as you held me on the floor
Authors Notes: Big thanks to arkeis07 for being an awesome beta and encouraging me along the way.

Into The Night Again

I switch off the light in my room, dissolve back into the shadows, and they greet me like an old friend. The dark seems to suit me. I can hide here. I can be who I really am. Truths seem to come out in the dark. When you can't see the look on someone's face, it's easier to whisper I love you. Kisses can be stolen in the dark without consequence, because when you wake the next morning, they seem only an illusion created by the shadows. A faint memory. The reality of the night gets distorted and it all seems but a vague dream you can remember only small pieces of here and there.

I pull on an old, brown coat to protect me from the chill night air, the rough feel of the material so familiar, from all those nights so many years ago. The window creaks louder than it used to as I push it open, cold night suddenly flooding my room. I spare one last glance back at the empty room I now feel so estranged too. I've spent too many nights away from this bed, this room, this house, to feel that it's mine any more. It's but a ghost of my past now, a reminder of everything I left behind.

With my hair pulled back loosely and my coat tied up tight, I begin to climb out the window. The wood is rough and prickly, but my hands are no longer so soft and tender as they where in my youth. They’re tough and calloused now from steel strings, hard work and years passed. I’m not the only thing that’s changed. The tree outside my window has grown old too, it’s gnarled trunk worn by weather and time, like my finger tips. Just as all the times before, too many to count, I make my way from weak limb to limb. I’m starting to think I’m too old for this now, too big for the old oak to handle. My sneaker encased feet hit the ground with a thud and my knees bend to try and lessen the pain. The jump down doesn’t feel as far now though as it used to, back when I was a few inches shorter and a few years younger. The old feelings are starting to come back now though, adrenalin coursing through my veins, and with a new found burst of energy I sprint across the damp, green lawn. I make my way into the night again.

The empty streets are filled with the sound of my old shoe soles slapping against the pavement in a fast, consistent beat. The world is mainly shrouded in shadows of dark blue, street lights casting bright orange spotlights here and there, illuminating the foot path and the white strips down the centre of the road. I can see her house, only metres away, the flowers we planted when we where twelve still growing tall beside the front steps. Their white petals shine bright in the moon light, calling me towards them through the dark. And soon I’m running as fast as these sore feet will take me, racing towards her door.

I knock once. Twice. Three, four, five times, just because it sounds like a good number, a solid number. Five is an easy number to multiply and it goes into ten twice. I’m tempted to make it thirteen, because Taylor’s got it drilled into me now that it’s a lucky number, but then she opens the door. My breath catches, stuck in my dry throat, and I forget everything else. I forget about my music and my fans and any world outside this little Texas town. I forget why I ever left. Cos right here is the most beautiful reason to stay. Her wavy hair is all a mess, slept on and unbrushed, falling around her shoulders in knotted curls. A thin, dark blue night shirt falls in deep creases around her petite body, tucked in on one side to a pair of grey track pants. She’s half asleep and half stunned, holding onto the thick, wooden door just a little too tightly, staring at me as if she’s seen a ghost.

”Demi?” she questions, as though she’s not sure I’m real. I don’t speak a word. In the dark, there seems no need to. I take a step forward, into her doorway, invading her personal space. She opens the door a little wider to let me in and I move straight into her arms, grabbing a firm hold of her shirt and pulling her into me. Our lips collide haphazardly, light pink and dark red lip glosses blending into each other. I can taste chocolate on her tongue, smell vanilla in her hair, feel her silky smooth skin beneath my finger tips. The door closes a little too loudly, despite Selena’s best efforts, but I don’t care. I can feel her, taste her, smell her, hear her. It’s all I need.

We stumbled backwards, up the stairs, tripping frequently as we go, and it’s all slightly a blur. All I remember are cherry red lips, soft and warm against mine, hands tugging at me desperately and eyes filled with a want I haven’t seen in quite some time. I break the contact for just a second, only long enough for me to tug the night shirt off over her head, and then my mouth is biting hungrily at hers again before it even hits the floor. We don’t quite make it to the bed, somehow I end up straddling her waist on warm cream carpet instead of soft bed sheets. My hands wander all over her soft, tanned skin, fingers tips tracing feather soft patterns and sending shivers rolling through her body.

It never quite goes further then this, kissing and touching and whispering softly, it never needs to. When my hormones finally calm a little I snuggle into her side and she holds me tightly, like I might disappear at any moment, and sometimes I think I might. Every time I move in the slightest, her hands grasp a handful of my crinkled shirt and hold firm with all their might. I know that I love her and leave her, every single time. It kills me. It slowly kills me. When I look up at her, eyes wide and filled with deep cocoa brown confusion, she kisses my nose tenderly and lifts one hand up to touch my cheek.

“It’s been too long” she says as she holds me on the floor. It’s just like all the times before, every time I come home from tour. As we lie in the dark, hearts slowly calming, all the memories come back. Because all these nights may seem like only dreams in day light, but once you're in the dark again, they all come back to life. Every kiss, soft and sweet or passionate and hungry. Every word, each desperate ‘I need you’, gentle ‘I love you’ and heartfelt confession of hearts that have been stolen. When I leave again, I’ll break her heart, and slowly tear my own apart too. I’ll waste myself away, thinking of her but never calling. And as soon as I return, I’ll disappear into the night again, because that’s where I’ll find her waiting.

*****

With a sigh much too heavy for a seventeen year old girl, I pull a blanket over my cold body and pull my knees in to my chest, staring sadly out the window. My tour bus travels on, late into the night, down an old road that seems to go on forever. I’ve been away from home for far too long, lost in the lights of the cities and the screams of the crowds. But some how I find comfort in the sky. The night is my connection to Selena, it’s when all my memories of her seem as real as… would it be ironic to say as real as day? Since day just doesn’t feel real to me anymore. I live for the dark, when I can remember every kiss and touch and word we shared with perfect clarity, and loose myself within them.

How her lips, soft as scarlet petals, would graze my skin with delicate touches so light and fleeting they hardly seemed real. How every word she murmured was soft and sweet and filled with so much more than what was really said, a hidden message in her voice that only I could read. I remember days afterwards I would be desperately trying to hide hickey's in layers of foundation and a thick curtain of my hair before heading out to a premiere. And the whole night, whilst squinting through flashes and trying to seem excited to meet each new person, still feeling the warmth in the spot where her lips had once been. The only proof left of what happened between us under the cover of night.

Milky moon light lines everything with it’s gentle glow, the curve of the sofa back, every wrinkle and crease in the blanket, and the silhouette of my rough hand reaching towards the stars. My finger traces a constellation in them, a faint smile playing across my lips. “A Guardian Angel” I whisper to no-one in particular. Somewhere out there, she’s looking at them too. Staring up at this same sky in wonderment, every star like fairy lights, decorating the deep black velvet hanging overhead. The universe is just too big to get my head around, all that endless dark just waiting to consume me. It’s beautiful and scary and awe inspiring all at the same time.

The phone is still clutched in my hand from when I planned to call her six hours ago. It’s much too late now, she’s probably fast asleep inside the warmth of her bed, but I still can’t put it down. I glance to the moon, my friend in the night, and I whisper to the glowing goddess ‘take care of her for me, watch over my sweet angel in the night, when I can not be there’. There’s so much I’ve never told her, so many things I still need to say. If the world ends tonight, she’d still be far away. Back home in Texas, holding hands with some boy she doesn’t really like and thinking that I don’t love her. God, the thought just kills me. That she doesn’t know she has my heart, that I love her so much it hurts and that I’d do anything for her. And I can’t have that, I wont have that. I’d do just anything to know that she’ll wait for me.

“Demi?”. I look up at the sound of someone softly whispering my name. My manager is peeking in through the door, squinting at my bed to try and make out my sleeping form. She takes another step into the room to try and see me, seeming confused, when I finally reply with a hoarse “yes?”. She jumps a little in the air, stumbles in surprise as the bus takes a sharp bend and steadies herself against the wall, peering at me through the dark in confusion.

“My god, you gave me a fright. What on earth are you doing over there, in the middle of the night, in the dark?” she asks, walking cautiously towards me. She’s wearing her pajamas, track pants and a Pooh Bear shirt, a stack of cards held in her hands. Her and the band members stay up sometimes and play poker round the kitchen table, munching on doritos and just trying to pass the time before we reach the next city. I used to play with them, I beat them all with my mad dealer skills, but that was a long time ago. Now I mutter the excuse ‘I need an early night’, eyes glued to the floor, and trudge into my room. And then I stay up all night by the window, watching the stars, till I fall asleep at dawn. When I don’t answer, Joe shakes her head and touches my shoulder gently.

“Your gunna be home soon kiddo. We cross the border into Texas in twenty minutes, another hour and we’re there” she tells me kindly, her voice showing she’s almost as tired as I am, and a little concerned. So I flash her my trade mark smile, though it doesn’t quite have the same sparkle it used to, and thank her softly before I turn back to the open window. I wait quietly, listening as her footsteps fade away and the door shuts again, and then my eyes fall straight to the phone in my hands. The soft quiet of night is disrupted as I slowly type out her number, finger shaking as it presses down each worn rubber button. Her number sits waiting patiently on the screen in plain black numbers. It’s not that hard to get this far, I do it every night. My hand hovers over the green ‘call’ button, nervous and unsure. I take a breath, but if I wait too long, I know I’ll never do it. So bravely I push down and listen as it dials. Now this is it, the part where I always hang up just before she can answer.

Wringing pierces the silence, and for a moment I panic, maybe it will never stop. She’s probably asleep, or out, or busy. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk to me. What if she never picks up? My thumb slides across the smooth plastic surface of my phone towards the ‘end call’ button, bright red calling me to it. But then her gentle voice echoes through out my empty room. It fills all the shadows, every empty space, and the deep whole carved into my heart.

“Demi? Is that you?” she asks, voice quiet, uncertain and fragile. I can almost hear her voice crack. It sounds hollow, not sweet and full of life like it used to. The colour has been drained from her gentle words, leaving them a washed out black and white. She sounds so tired, as though the months we’ve spent apart have really been long years and years. It does feel like that sometimes. I pause a second to take it in, the voice I’ve missed so much sounding worn and faded, and then I quickly reply before she can hang up.

“Yea. Hey…” I fumble with my words for a moment, my eyes falling onto the dark road disappearing behind me “I just wanted to call to see how you are, and to tell you I’m almost home” I whisper, voice hoarse and shaky, and then I wait for her reply. I notice now that I sound just like her, worn out and defeated. There’s a break, silence filling me up again with endless dark, and then she takes a deep breath and speaks again.

”Good, I’ve missed you”.

*****

Milk sloshes round inside my glass, the white liquid splashing dangerously close to the edge of the cup and the falling back down onto it’s self like a crashing wave. I’m watching, just staring into the drink, like liquid silk, as I sit atop the kitchen counter and wait. Every minute is painfully slow, and I’ve run out of things to pass the time. I completed my rubix cube eight times, beat the band at poker twice and lost to Joe in noughts and crosses. My limbs ache for lack of use, cooped up inside this bus for three months, and now pumped with adrenalin dying to be used. Joe had said that it would only be ten more minutes twelve minutes ago, and then when I’d asked her again she’d told me to stop bugging her, though a playful smile tugged at her lips despite the tired tone of her voice. I think they’re all surprised by my sudden excitement, after my slump into depression over the past few months.

Having lost interest in my drink now, I tip it down the sink and listen contently to the gurgle echoing back up the pipes. Turning around and kneeling on the cold stone of the counter top I push back the old cotton curtains to peer out into the last minutes of night. My heart flutters as I see the first few houses on the outskirts of town rushing past in a blur. I see my old high school, repainted since my last visit. There's the playground on the corner of palmer street that's starting to rust. And the old field I used to sneak out to meet Selena in, in the middle of the night when we where twelve. My heart constricts as I see the last one and memories come flooding back, the ones I'd tried to repress all these years.

When mum and dad where fighting, shouts filling the house and making my stomach churn, Madison would hide in Dallas’ room and crawl beneath the covers with our older sister. Dallas would take her ipod out and place the small earphones in Maddie's ears and put Brittany Spears on loudly, holding the younger girl until it was all over. But I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stay there and listen. I couldn’t just climb into bed with Dallas and pretend it was all okay. Instead I’d sneak the phone from downstairs and call Selena. I’d pull on my pretty brown dress and my old, scuffed boots and climb out of my window and down the old oak tree. The jump down was bigger then. I'd have to squeeze my eyes shut tight, take a deep breath and take the plunge. My feet would ache as I hit the ground, but not enough to keep me there any longer, and then I’d run out into the night.

Selena would be waiting there in the field when I arrived, hair blowing in the warm summer breeze, and the moment I got within sight the sweetest smile would blossom on her lips. My little feet would suddenly pick up their pace and they wouldn’t stop until I crashed into her safe, warm arms, sending us both falling into the jungle of knee high weeds. We’d lie on our backs in the golden brown grass and stare up at the stars. She’d point out the constellations and make up knew ones. “And that one is A Guardian Angel” she told me once, connecting the dots in a mess of stars to make out a girl with wings and a halo looking down upon us. I snuggled closer to her and whispered into her hair “So that’s you then”. “Yea Dem, that’s me. If you ever need me, just look into the night sky, I’ll be watching over you”. We’d stay until the sun began to rise, and then she’d take me by the hand and walk me home and wait outside at the bottom of the oak tree till I was safely inside.

The bus comes to a sudden holt, the force enough to send me sliding off the edge and onto the cold kitchen floor. I wince at the bruises I know will form in the morning in patches of dark blue. But the pain disappears in less than a second as soon as I realize what it means. Pulling myself up off the floor, I rush towards the door and yank it open fiercely. The warm summer air greets me as I step out, into the night again. The dark surrounds me, endless stretches of deep blue sky stopping only at rooftops and jagged tree lines. But it’s fast fading, soft light creeping into the world and taking over. Joe steps of the bus and begins to walk towards the door of the house in front of me. But this isn’t home. This is where I was raised, this is where I lived until I was old enough to leave, until I made it in business. This is where my mother and sisters still reside. But this is not my home. After all, don’t they say that your home is where your heart is? And so I turn away without a second thought, and make my way to my real home.

My black leather boots echo as I run, hard soles clacking like high class heals as they hit the pavement. Powered purely by adrenalin, I sprint hard and fast, and I hardly hear my managers calls after me in confusion. They don’t matter, because I’m racing home to her. I’m racing home to tell her, to ask her, to beg her. I almost trip up the front steps, and double over as I reach the door, leaning on my knees and breathing in hard.

“Demi” she doesn’t ask this time, she just states it simply, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. She stopped being surprised when I showed up after a tour in the middle of the night, like I have so many times. It's just a routine now, and you'd think she'd refuse me, but she never does. She just waits with an aching heart till the next time I come home. But tonight is different. She’s leaning against the open door, hair vaguely brushed and a fresh shirt on. I straighten up again, running a hand through my messy hair absent mindedly as I try to catch my breath. She waits for a moment, and then goes to speak again, thinking I’m not going to say anything. But she stops before she even starts as I take her hand gently in mine, my pale skin starkly contrasted against her tanned hands.

“Oh love I know I am ugly, but please wont you love me again, ‘cause, I thinks it’s all I need to just feel alive again”. My eyes raise slowly to meet hers, and I find tears trickling down her soft cheeks and dripping down her chin. Each droplet reflects the paling sky above as it falls to leave a dark mark on her pale grey t-shirt. It’s only then that I realize it’s an old shirt of mine from a year or two back. It’s fits her perfectly, soft cotton material hugging to her gentle curves and slender figure. She’s so utterly beautiful, I really don’t deserve her. And I don’t know why this amazing girl, so absolutely stunning both inside and out, keeps coming back to me. But she’s shaking her head at me as she goes to speak, full of passion and certainty.

“You are beautiful Demetria, and I will always love you” she whispers, stepping in closer to me and taking my other hand in hers to squeeze them both tightly. She leans forward to kiss me, the scent of vanilla in her hair drifting through the breeze and intoxicating me, but I pull away. Selena frowns, gentle eyes filled with hurt and confusion, and a flash of anger. But I smile, bringing the back of her hand up to my lips and kissing it gently. Without a word I lead her out of the house. Her fingers weave into mine as we walk down the empty street, the only sound being that out my shoes on the cold tar. Her feet are bare, perfectly painted toes matching the black of the road as we walk.

She’s silent for the first minute or two, but then she gets nervous and edgy, biting on her soft bottom lip and glancing over at me in uncertainty. It feels nice just to walk with her, to move in perfect sync. And to feel her hand clasped firmly in mine, exclaiming to the world that she is taken. But in the dark, there is no-one here to see. It’s not a proud moment of coming out, it’s just another stolen memory in the night. Finally we reach the small alley way cutting across the winding streets. I feel her body beside me become a little more rigid and aware as we pass through the shadows only just receding, and I rub my thumb soothingly over the back of her hand. We reach the end and step out onto the street again, her body relaxes and she bumps her hip playfully against mine. It feels so much like the innocent and relaxed friendship we share in the daylight, it makes my heart beat a little faster.

Soon we arrive on the edge of a small field down the road. I glance across to watch the thoughts and feelings playing across her face, and a smile seems to fight to the surface as I jump up over the old wire fence. The grass is golden brown and it crunches beneath our feet like brittle bones as I lead her out into the middle. The sky has lightened from velvety black to a light blue like faded denim jeans. I pull her close to me as the sun rises over sunburnt rooftops and whisper against her lips:

“I love you Selena. In darkness and in light. Ever minute of the day and night. I’m never going to leave you again, I promise” and with this short but heart felt proclamation I press my lips against hers. The first morning sunlight is delightfully warm against my back. It darts through my hair and shines off her black painted finger nails. And it fills up the gaping whole inside my heart, banishing the wallowing dark to replace it with a soft golden light like a warm fire’s glow. I slowly pull away, hand still tightly intertwined with hers, and with matching smiles bright enough to rival the summer sun we make our way into the day. A new day.

Title:  90º Days, Dirty, Broken Down Trucks And Water Fights
Pairing: Demi/Selena (duhh!)
Word Count: 4, 435
Summary: She had no idea what she was doing, but for some reason was determined to prove that she could get the run down old machine working again. I tried to convince her otherwise, suggesting "maybe Taylor could look it over when he comes into town-". But this only made her more frustrated and led to her exclaiming loudly "I can fix this truck on my own. I don't need some boy's help!!" before marching straight out to the old shed to retrieve the tool box.
Disclaimer: I do not own Demi or Selena or any of the characters in this story. The events of this story are completley ficticious (as fasr as i know ;P) and this story was made purely for fun, no profit made. In fact, i don't even own the idea. that belongs to Ceepervillian :)
Authors Note: This story is dedicated to Ceepervillian, cos it was their brilliant idea after all :) It's probably not exactly what you imagined, but i hope you like it. And thanks again to Arkeis07 for brilliant beta-ing and encouraging me along the way... ♥

90º DAYS, DIRTY, BROKEN DOWN TRUCKS AND WATER FIGHTS

The screen door creaked slowly, a hoarse sound like rusty metal, and then came to a close with an echoing slam. My shoes squeaked on the rough wooden boards of the back veranda as I headed towards the sound of a frustrated groan. I could feel cold condensation trickle down the smooth sides of the glasses in my hands, refreshing lemonade sloshing round inside with every step I took. It was the only thing to lessen the unbearable heat of another 90º day.

A soft breeze blew over me, ruffling the edge of my very dorthy-esk dress, a brief relief from the melting temperature surrounding me. I grinned as I watched my old, green converse scuff along the dry ground. It was some of the only bright, lush colour for miles. My little flower garden had wilted and shrivelled to crispy faded green leaves in wrinkled piles along the front of the house and any grass had dried to form a withered brown carpet round the back.

As I rounded the corner I saw her, leaning over the engine of a beat up old truck, faded blue hood up as she peered inside. She was dressed in a pair of old denim overalls and a dark blue flanney, her forehead creased in a deep frown as she tried to concentrate. She swiped her brow tiredly, unknowingly leaving a smear of black grease across it.

She had no idea what she was doing, but for some reason was determined to prove that she could get the run down old machine working again. I tried to convince her otherwise, suggesting "maybe Taylor could look it over when he comes into town-". But this only made her more frustrated and led to her exclaiming loudly "I can fix this truck on my own. I don't need some boy's help!!" before marching straight out to the old shed to retrieve the tool box. Now the rusty red box was resting in the dirt by her feet, a shiny metal wrench balanced precariously on top.

"Refreshments have arrived" I greeted her cheerfully, holding up the two glasses of icy cold lemonade for her to see. Demi glanced back at me and grinned, wiping a trickle of sweat from her cheek, and leaving another greasy smudge behind. With a heavy sigh she pushed the front of the truck closed, leaning against it casually as I came towards her.

"Thank you ma'am" she breathed out in her best hilly billy accent as I pushed the chilled drink into her calloused hand and placed mine on the bonnet. She swept her hair back into a messy pony tail before taking a sip, though loose pieces still managed to escape and stick to her hot neck like strings of ebony cotton. Her hair was a dark contrast to the rest of the world which was so bright and over exposed in the midday heat.

The grass rolled out behind her a field of golden brown and the heavens stretched up above her in the most perfect blue, utterly clear and void of a single cloud. Reality seemed to ripple and waver in the unyielding hot that was wringing the moisture out of everything: us, the land, the grass, the air. I watched a droplet roll down Demi's collar bone, across her tanned skin, till it trickled into the dark coolth under her shirt. My eyes were trained on the top two buttons of her flanney, left undone in the summer weather, my mouth as dry as the red, parched earth beneath my feet.

"Aren't you gunna drink yours?". The question brought me back, before she reached out and ran a hand over one of my tightly woven plaits "cute" she murmured, twirling the end round her finger. As she pulled back, her hand grazed the bare skin of my arm just barley and with flaming cheeks as red as my sunburnt shoulders, I pulled a hanky from my pocket.

"I am, you just…" I didn't bother to finish the sentence, just reached up on the tip of my toes to gently wipe the smears of grease from her face. Cupping her cheek in one hand I cleaned the dark smudges from her soft skin. The once pale cream cloth was left a dirty grey, and I smiled as I stepped back to look her over. She was still a mess. Hot and sweaty and dirtied with grease. She was wearing old clothes to begin with, and now they where even more stained and ripped and faded than before, and her hands too where smeared with grease and dirt that crept into every crevice around her nails. But despite it all, she was utterly gorgeous.

"Much better" I stated proudly before quickly downing my drink. The cold liquid gushing down my throat was a harsh and sudden change in temperature that left my head aching and as soon as it was gone, my mouth again felt hot and dry like dusty, sun baked earth. Demi's eyes where watching me, a mixture of intrigue and bemusement playing across her cracked, red lips that caused a flutter in my stomach.

"So how's the truck coming along?" I smirked and watched as any trace of a smile slipped away as she threw the old thing a sour glare. I really didn't see why she was being so stubborn about it. No doubt Demi could be a stubborn girl, it was one of the things I love about her, but in this case it was just ridiculous.

"Well I can't fix the truck" she sighed, sounding resigned and defeated "but I was thinking, we may as well give it a wash, right?" she added, running a finger along the hood and leaving a clear line in the coating of warm dust "I mean, it's perfect weather for it". We both glanced up at the overbearing sun that was wearing down upon our backs. With a playful grin I let my finger dance over the window, drawing across it's dirty surface, before turning back and nodding.

"Sounds like a plan" I replied, watching the expression on her face as her eyes stayed glued to what I had just written. A path cleared to form 'I ♥ Demetria' on a coating like ground cinnamon over the glass.

*****

Delicate bubbles caught the early afternoon sun as they glistened against soapy water. I set the bucket down heavily on the ground, arms relieved to be free of the aching weight. Demi had offered again and again to carry it for me, almost insisting, but it had only brought out a stubbornness in me that refused to waver. Half way back to the car however I began to regret the decision as my weak muscles strained to hold the heavy bucket up and I staggered to make it all the way there.

"I offered to carry it for you" Demi teased in a sing song voice as I leant back against the dusty car door. The metal was warm, heated by the sun, and it almost burned where it touched the bare skin of my shoulders and upper arms. I didn't move though, just stayed still as the heat seeped into my flesh.

"Pfft, I'm perfectly capable of carrying a bucket on my own thank you very much" I lied, poking out my tongue at her, and pausing to run it over my dry lips before adding "You do enough for me as it is", a warm smile tugging at my lips as my eyes fell to wards the worn tires of the truck. When I turned my gaze back to her she looked distracted, a slight frown caressing her mouth instead of that dazzling smile she usually wears. I quirked an eye brow comically and waited for her to notice. She was looking at me, but she almost seemed to be looking straight through me, deep in thought. I waited, patiently, as is sometimes necessary with Demetria, until finally her booming laugh filled the empty land. She shoved my shoulder playfully and stepped a little closer before picking up the bucket.

"Let's get a cleanin'. The day wont last forever, and this baby's gunna take a while!". She rung out one of the sponges a little, squeezing it firmly in her hand, and then pushed it onto the side of the old truck. Soapy water dripped down the side, almost sizzling on the fierce, hot metal. It took me a moment to realize I'd been staring, and then I quickly picked up the other sponge and began washing the window. The sun was hot on our backs, sweat dripped from our foreheads and bubbles sparkled like diamonds till they hit the roasted earth and popped like a collapsing stars.

The air was filled with that kind of silence that's so quiet you can hear it, the absence of noise piercing our ears as we worked. It was only ever broken by heavy breaths escaping Demi's mouth, which made my stomach clench and sent a tingle over my warm skin. I tried to concentrate on cleaning the window, wiping to the rhythm of her breathing across it's dusted surface. I worked my way down the warm pane till it was left clear and dripping with white sudds. Suddenly the sun's relenting gaze was blocked from my back, a cool shadow falling over me, and Demi's breath hit my neck. With a lump rising in my dry throat I turned slowly to face her, wide eyes gazing questioningly as they looked into hers.

"Scoot over for a sec, I'm gunna turn the radio on" she told me happily, seeming completely unfazed by the small amount of space between us. Her chest barely grazed mine as she reached for the door handle, but my mind honed in on the contact, my cheeks growing (if possible) hotter. With hitched breath I slid across out of her way, back still pressed against the truck, and I stayed still, waiting with closed eyes till I heard crackling static fill my ears.

Demi hadn't bothered to open the door, just wound down the window and leant in. She was standing on the tip of her toes, the top of her overalls undone and hanging down and her shirt slightly hitched up to reveal her soft, toned stomach. One arm was out stretched, only just reaching the radio's knob to change the station, and she was biting her bottom lip in concentration as she searched for a station. The static lessened a little, the faint sound of music trickling out the old speakers as she neared something. After a moment of careful winding back and forth to get the radio as perfectly in tune as possibly, acoustic guitar with a hint of violin flooded out of the car, along with the sweet sound of Taylor Swift's voice. With a satisfied smile Demi heaved herself back out, re-adjusting her shirt before giving me a smirk and walking over.

"See, isn't that nice?" she asked me, pulling at one of my plaits playfully with one hand while leaning the other on the hood of the truck. I let out a giggle and smiled back at her, ignoring the proximity of our bodies and trying not to stare, but I found I didn't really know where to look. Demi rolled her eyes, flinging her arm round me to pull me into an odd half hug, before pushing me away again gently.

"All right, enough mucking around, back to work darlin'" she commanded with flaming red cheeks, seeming a little uneasy. She swept back some loose strings of brown hair that where sticking to her face and played with her hands like she does when she's nervous, black nails digging in to her skin.

"Me? Mucking around? never!" I uttered, standing up straight. My feet where beginning to heat up inside my converse, feeling sticky with sweat and aching to feel air that wasn't hot and stale moving over my toes. I was tempted to kick them off, but was sure that the dirt would be like hot coals on the tender soles of my feet. Demi stuck her tongue out at me, the damp red snake protruding from her rough lips tauntingly. Laughing loudly, I crossed my arms and walked past her, stopping to kick her lightly on the ass before I went back to the door I'd been about to start cleaning.

"And I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile. But I know all his favourite songs" I sang softly to the old car radio as I scrubbed the dirt from the side door, and then Demi joined in as it came to the chorus, exclaiming loudly "And I could tell you, his favourite colour's green. He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth. His sister's beautiful, he has his fathers eyes. And if you asked me if I loved him… I'd lie!". I turned my head to grin at her, admiring the way the sun gleamed off her sweaty skin and chapped lips.

"What you lookin' at Gomez?" she mock-glared at me, eye brows raised high and the sponge in her hand dripping with soapy water. I shrugged my shoulders, looking her up and down in the most obvious way, but pretending not to be in awe of her blazing beauty. Even in those old overalls and loose flanney she looked gorgeous. Who am I kidding? Especially in those old overalls and loose flanney, the top four buttons now undone and a fair portion of her cleavage exposed.

"To be honest, nothin' much" I told her with a relaxed and indifferent exterior, while inside I tried desperately trying to keep my eyes away from her chest. Demi's jaw fell open, mouth gaping as she gave me a hurt look I knew not to be real. Smiling to myself, I turned back to the drivers door, working on the grit stuck around the handle that refused to come off. After a moment I felt an ice cold trickle hit my back, and then before I could react, there was a gush of soapy water running over my back and shoulders, seeping through the material of my dress. Cold shock ran through my body, the sudden change in temperature slightly stinging my tender skin, and yet it almost felt a sweet relief from the baking hot.

"DEMETRIE DEVONNE LOVATO!" I squealed, my now wet plaits flicking round as I turned my head to face her. She was standing behind me, front teeth biting down hard on her bottom lip, bucket still raised in her arms just above me. A look of guilt played over her eyes, but it was easily over powered my amusement as she watched the expression on my face. I paused a second, making sure to look upset, as though I was on the edge of tears. I was relying heavily on my acting skills to look as real as possible while I searched across the ground with my eyes.

"Gosh, Sel, I'm sorry… I was just mucking around. You okay?" she asked, lowering the bucket a little and reaching a hand towards me hesitantly. I waited, it had to be just the right moment… Her hand rested on my shoulder, that gentle touch burning my skin, but not at all in a bad way. I lifted an arm, quick as lightening, and hit the bottom of the bucket, causing the soapy water to splash up onto her. It sloshed down her front, soaking her flanney so that the material clung tightly to her form and her skin glistened with the cool water. I looked up at her face, grinning broadly at my smooth moves and superb acting. A drop of water ran down her forehead and I watched as it trickled down the side of her nose, past the corner of her mouth to the bottom of her chin and then dripped off.

"Wow Selena. You like, deserve a Logie or something. You really had me going there" she laughed, shaking her head and causing her messy hair to sway to and fro in the wake of her movement. My chest swelled a little, pride at having won this little play fight clouding my head. But then I saw the nervous twitch of her finger, the way her foot shuffled in the dirt and her eyes flicked nervously back towards the house hoping I wouldn't notice.

I followed her gaze, across the dead grass a crisp, baked brown in the midday sun to the back veranda of the little house. For a moment I just took in the sight of it: sun burnt roof, cream painted wooden panels and olive green veranda out the back. My eyes trailed down the neat wooden steps to the small area of paving along the back. The cement was practically emitting shimmering waves of heat from it's rough grey surface. And there, just at the side, was a snake of dark green weaving between the dust and wilted grass, it's orange head resting on the hot surface of the paving. The hose.

I glanced back towards her, our eyes locking in a look of sudden realization, and then be both made a sprint for it. My dress billowed and whipped around my legs as I ran, adding to the cloud of dust rising behind me as I went. Demi's heavy shoes made heavy, certain foot steps on the dry ground as she pelted towards the hose. As we reached it we both dived, landing in a tangle of limbs hardly a foot away. The ground was unsurprisingly hard and hot, like sand paper against my soft skin.

For a moment be both lay in the warm dirt, writhing helplessly against each other, trying to go forward while stopping the other from doing so. Then finally we gave up and lay still, panting heavily and trying to regain our breath. Our legs where so intertwined I couldn't tell where mine were. My arms where gripped tightly round her waist, my head resting just a little above her chest. And all I could think about was the intense warmth of her body pressed against mine, hotter even than the blazing summer day draining the moisture from the land. Demi sighed and leant up on her elbow so she was leaning over me and blocking my eyes from the harsh flare of the sun.

"Okay, Okay. Now, let's debate this rationally…" she muttered through heavy breaths, her chest heaving with each intake of warm summer air. I suddenly felt a little shy, as thought she had me pinned down and helpless. I loosened my grip on her waist, the way her hips where pressed against my side making my throat dry. My eyes where lost within hers, hypnotized by their eternal depth and the softness of their gaze. I was falling into them, drawn into their cool darkness like a winters night, and without realizing it I found myself leaning up towards her.

"…now see, I vote that seeing as it is kind of my turn to get you back, and I did think of the hose first…" she was still rambling on in that dorky way of hers that was so adorably sexy, but this time I wasn't listening to a word she was saying. I licked my lips nervously, unsure of what exactly I was doing. And then before I knew it, she'd slipped completely from my grip and managed to scramble to her feet. Still a little dazed and with dirt floating into my mouth with a sharp intake of air, I coughed and spluttered as I got onto my knees. I hardly managed to get my head around what was going on before the rusty sound of the tap filled the air, and I clenched my eyes shut and winced in anticipation for what was about to happen.

A strong torrent of biting cold water hit my body, immediately soaking straight through my thin summer dress. She angled it up higher so that the water showered down over me like a waterfall, delightful cool raining over my body and clinging to my skin. Then it came to a halt, just as suddenly as it had started, and I opened my eyes to glare at her, water droplets clinging to my lashes and catching the sunlight in he most dazzling way. My soggy plaits hung limply down my back, any stray hairs now stuck to my skin not with sweat but with fresh, cold water. My dress had gone a semi-see-through light blue, clinging to my thin frame. Demi stood grinning stupidly at me, hose still in her hand, thinking she had won.

"Right, you win Demi" I smiled sweetly and took a slow step forward. Her eyes immediately narrowed warily and she went to take a nervous step back, but found no where to go. Water was still dripping from my chin and lips, from the bottom of my dress and my finger tips. Every drop hit the dirt and left a dark mark before seeping into the warm soil and after a while fizzling back into nothing in the unbearable heat.

"You may now collect your prize" I continued, taking another step closer, the bottom of my converse squelching loudly as I closed the gap between us "a heartfelt hug from your best friend". My smile grew even wider as I opened my arms and moved to envelop her in them. She couldn't escape.

"No.. Selena, no!" she squealed in protest as my wet arms wrapped around her, pulling her into me tightly. I pressed my body full against hers, the damp of my clothes soaking into her own, and I refused to let go. We both giggled, stumbling a little as I clung onto her. After a minute she stopped struggling, instead wrapping her arms around me as well and squeezing me tightly. My skin was tingling against hers, burning hot even in my sodden clothes. The embrace just stretched on, lingering in each others arms, not wanting to let go. Until the point that I was scared to let go, because the hug had gone on too long.

"Selena? Demetria?". The call pulled us apart, both gazing up towards the sound of the voice coming from the back door. Demi's mother stood in the door way, one hand against it's rough wooden frame and the other held up to shade her eyes from the sun's fierce glare. A bemused expression tickled at her lips as she spotted us standing by the back steps, drenched from head to toe. I gave her an uncertain smile, wiggling my toes nervously inside my shoes and avoiding looking in Demi's direction.

"Tea will be ready soon, about another fifteen minutes" she told us gently, batting a persistent fly away from her face "is Selena staying?" she asked, glancing from one of us to the other. I paused a moment, biting down on my bottom lip out of habit, despite how much it hurt, before glancing across at the girl beside me to find she was already watching me expectantly. Her lips melted into a dorky smile and as they did mine moved to match hers, grinning brightly.

"Yea, if you don't mind" I replied, walking up towards the steps. With a short nod, Demi's mother headed back inside and the screen door swung shut behind her loudly. When her foot steps had retreated back into the kitchen I sat down on the bottom step, wood warm beneath my skin, and stared up at the bright blue sky. Demi took a seat beside me, squishing into the small space, and placed an arm around my shoulder. The sun's rays caressed our cheeks, the burning heat now feeling sweet on our damp skin. The heat seeped into our clothes, slowly wringing them of cool moisture till they'd feel as though they'd never been wet. And as that lazy afternoon heat enveloped us, I lay my head against Demi's shoulder and moved in a little closer, as close as I could get. I wasn't sure if the delightful warmth filling my body was from the summer sun or Demi.

The truck was left half washed and still unfixed baking in the summer heat, the sun light on it's one clean window catching my eye amongst the endless brown of the surrounding landscape. And a thought trickled through my subconscious like a drip of water working it's way back into the earth. A sudden realization, a memory. A conversation that had taken place just a couple of days ago when our mothers where trying to put together a coffee table. It was so insignificant I wasn't sure why I thought of it even then.

"You know what we need? A strong young man to help us" my mother had said, smiling at Demi's mother in a way that made me wish I did not know what she was thinking. The pieces of the coffee table where lying in a messy heap, the instructions thrown aside as they had provided no help.

"Selena, you need a handsome, manly boyfriend so we have someone around to help us out with stuff like this. Someone to fix that broken door in Madison's room. Maybe finally fix that old truck of Demetria's" Demi's mother had joked, and my mother had smiled brightly at the idea, nodding enthusiastically.

"Yea, what about that Taylor Lauter boy? Now he is a fine young fellow…" she'd added, nudging me in the ribs.

"Lautner mum, Taylor Lautner" I'd muttered, shaking my head and laughing a little to myself as I picked up the instructions and looked them over again. I'd vaguely noted the unhappy look on Demi's face before she marched over to me, wrapping her arms round my waist from behind and reading the instructions over my shoulder, suddenly deeply concentrating on something she'd had no interest in only moments ago. And suddenly it all clicked into place…

Title: Demi Didn't Always Like Pickles
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Genre: Friendship / Fluff / Romance
Summary: Demi didn't always like pickles. Not before she was seven. Well, Selena changed all that.
Authors Note: Arkeis07 = AWESOMEST BETA :D haha, yea, that's all I really had to say... Thanks again for betaing this little onshot as well as many other of my works recently.

Demi didn't always like pickles. Not before she was seven. Her and her new best friend had been lying on her bedroom floor, completely worn out after running ragged around the house all afternoon. Selena had turned to her, taking a light hold of her fingers and tugging impatiently.

"I'm hunnnngry!" she'd whined, nudging Demi's shoulder with her head. With a light chuckle Demi pushed herself up on her elbows and looked over her best friend. She seemed to be a bit of a tomboy, always wearing loose jeans and t-shirts, often sporting a baseball cap on top of her silky, dark brown hair. They hadn't known each other all that long, only a few months, and even if they felt like they'd been friends forever Demi still didn't know all that much about Selena. If there was one thing she already new about this girl though, it was that she always seemed to be hungry.

"Come on" she'd muttered, climbing back onto her feet and offering Selena her hand. They ambled down to the kitchen hand in hand till Demi stopped in the middle of the tiled floor and opened up the fridge door.

"What do you want?" she'd asked, turning her head back to question the other girl. Selena had paused, head cocked slightly to the side in a way that at the time she thought was cute and later would come to cause a flutter in her chest she couldn't quite explain. For a moment the other girl had ummed and erred before her soft eyes lit up and with a mega watt smile she'd announced:

"Pickles!". All Demi could do was raise her eye brows at the girl, staring in bewilderment, and try not to laugh. Pickles? Those gross vegetable things you bought in jars of liquid that looked like some sort of organ in a doctors office or maybe an ingredient in a witches stew, like a jar of pickled newt eyes. Selena actually wanted to eat some? Without being forced by a parent trying to make her eat healthily. This girl really was strange.

But Demi didn't have any pickles, so Selena had to settle for a rice bubble and peanut butter sandwich (a snack of Demetria 's own creation) and a large glass of apple juice. But she vowed that she would not rest until her new best friend tried one. After all, how could she be best friends with someone who didn't love her favourite food? Demi just snorted and licked a large glob of peanut butter from her finger. Good luck to this girl, trying to get her to eat some slimy vegetable.

SelenaAndDemiWereMadeForEachOther

Hardly a week later they were over at Selena's house, playing in the garden. Selena was brandishing a wooden stick high in the air, the metal pot on top of her head glinting in the midday sun. Her eyes scanned the garden, knees bent and a wary expression on her face.

"Oh somebody, somebody please help me!" came a high, girlish cry to her right, and Selena bravely went forth towards the voice. She hacked through her mothers prized rose bushes, uncaring as a thorn or two cut through her soft skin, until she reached the other side. And there she found the princess, adorned in a fluttering white dress, tied to the old oak tree by the fence with a faded pink skipping rope.

"Fear not Demetria, I am here to save you!" she cried out, grinning gallantly, and the other girl couldn't help but laugh though she was supposed to be acting scared. But how could anyone be scared with Selena coming to their rescue? Of course first the brave knight had to face a fearsome foe. That foe being Jonathon, the little boy from next door, wearing a pair of badly made horns stuck to a head band and a Dorothy The Dinosaur tail. Once the 'dragon' was slayed (the poor boy ran back to his house before Selena even took a step towards him) the knight untied Demi and picked the girl up in her arms (despite the princesses squeals in resistance) and carried her back to the castle.

"You two hungry?" Selena's mum asked as they walked up the front steps, Demi's arms wrapped round her best friends neck and eyes squeezed shut for fear she might be dropped. A little less than gracefully Selena placed her best friend back on her feet and grinned broadly. The question didn't need an answer. Selena was always hungry. The two girls hurried inside and waited by the kitchen counter, eyes following Selena's mum as she prepared them snacks. When she finished she handed them each a plate and gently took the pot from her daughter's head muttering "I think this may need a wash before we use it again".

"You're gunna try one, right?" Selena grinned, intentionally bumping her shoulder into Demi's as they walked. A giggle escaped her lips when she saw the expression on her friend's face, nose wrinkled in disgust as she eyed the slimy green thing on her plate.

"I think not" Demi muttered, picking it up by the tips of her fingers as if she thought it could contaminate her and dropping it on the other girls plate. Selena shook her head, but shrugged casually and picked it up to take a bite.

"Oh well, all the more for me!". Because a week ago she may have thought she couldn't possibly be friends with a girl who didn't like her favourite food, but that didn't seem at all important any more. Because she loves Demi. Because she'd give up anything for her. Even pickles. And for Selena, that was saying a lot. They sat down on the front deck in the sunlight, bathing in it's warmth as they crossed their legs and placed their plates in front of them. Selena bit into one of her pickles, a crunch filling the air and a drip or two of juice escaping and landing on her old baseball shirt. When she put the pickle down again to chew she found her new friend watching her with intrigue but as soon as she saw Selena looking back at her Demi rolled her eyes and picked up a carrot stick, chewing thoughtfully on the end as she stared out at the garden. They sat in silence, but hardly for a moment before Demi exclaimed.

"Sel! Your arm!!". Selena looked down to see a short scratch cut across her upper arm, a small bead of ruby red blood already dried. She went to give Demi a quizzical look, unsure of what the big deal was, when Demi rose to her feet dramatically and held out her hand for Selena to take. Her hair was fluttering in the breeze, dark wisps dancing around her worried face.

"Come on… we've got to get you a bandaid" she insisted, grabbing a hold of the other girl's fingers firmly and pulling her to her feet. A little confused, Selena quickly shoved the rest of the pickle into her mouth before she was dragged back into the house. Demi hurried straight into the kitchen, small pink sandals slapping the smooth tiles as she went, and then stopped in the middle to look around. She spotted the first aid box up on the bench and quickly pulled it off and yanked open the lid quick smart, Selena's hand still firmly grasped in hers.

"Here we go" she mumbled under her breath as she plastered a pink Barney bandaid onto Selena's wound, making sure it was on properly and then leaning down to press her lips to the bandage, kissing it better like her mother always did for her. When she pulled back she found her new friend blushing bashfully, not really sure what to say.

"Thankyoudemi" the other girl spoke so fast Demi could barely make out what was said, and then leaned forward to kiss her. It was like the kind of kiss her parents shared before her father left for work, sweet and chaste, lips pressed quickly to lips in a act of affection. She could feel the sweaty grip of Selena's hand tighten on her own, damp fingers clinging to hers shyly, and a strange taste intruded her senses.

When the other girl pulled away she could still taste it on her lips and as Selena laughed and ran back outside she realized what it was. Pickles. Demetria bit her lip, waiting for the fluttering in her stomach to subside, and decided that maybe pickles weren't so bad. They were weird, but after all, Selena was a little weird but Demi loved her all the same.

Authors Note: Note some of my best work, but I just got inspired, and I loved the idea so much, I had to write it.

Title: Chocolate Crackle
Pairing: D/S ♥
Summary: Roses are soooo last year, a chocolate crackle is much more romantic!
Authors Notes: Just a drabble. Cos if i'm gunna fail my speech anyway, I may as well get some writing done in the mean time =] haha Oh god...

Finger nails rapped a consistent and irritating beat against the window sill. Selena sat waiting, phone clasped in her other hand, staring out the window. Conversations through text messages felt so trivial and impersonal, especially when the one receiving them was only minutes away, what really was the point? But this had taken a surprising twist from silly joking around, the kind of short text's that lit up the actresses face as she read the simple words, to an attempt at a deep conversation. The phone began to buzz, and it took Selena a second to realize that this time it really was her phone.

You’re my best friend. We know everything about each other. That will never change.

'Demi. Demi. Oh sweat, naïve Demi' Selena muttered to herself, a small smile pulling at her lips. One day her best friend would realize, she hoped desperately that day would be soon, but till then she could only mumble vague statements avoiding the question. It was okay, she did not want to rush things, she wanted it to be perfect. She'd just have to wait. For Demi, she could wait.

Off course we're best friends. I never doubted that. This is silly Dems. I was just joking. I love you, you love me, it's all good.

She typed quickly, delicate fingers spelling out the message with impressive speed. She waited till the screen of her mobile read 'sent' and then pushed herself to her feet, kicking at a pile of clothes beside her dresser and searching for the script she was meant to be memorising. She had two nights to know eighteen pages my heart. Just as she spotted it, half hidden behind a stack of new CD's, her phone went off again. Gently flipping it open, her eyes fell to the screen to read the latest message.

I'm coming over

She read the text with a smile. It wasn't a question, it was a statement, for Demi new she was always welcome in the Gomez home. Selena wouldn't bother cleaning up before her best friend arrived as she might have had another guest been coming over. But then Demi wasn't really a guest, she practically lived there, she was practically family. A comfortably warm feeling rippled through Selena as she remembered her mothers joking when they where children that "you may as well get married already". When she had left, little Selena had turned to her best friend and told her "We will. When I am old enough, I will marry you". Demi didn't realize just how serious she was.

"What are you grinning at fool?". Selena laughed and looked up to see the object of her thoughts standing in the doorway. The other girl's hair was surprisingly neat and brushed, a clip Selena remembered as Dallas' pushing the dark fringe back from her face. Her body adorned a cute shirt, the kind only the girls older sister would have picked out, sweet and classy with just that hint of cleavage. Demi didn't usually bother to dress so nice when coming over to hang out, so maybe they were going out Selena wondered.

"I brought you a present" her best friend grinned, holding out her hand. Balanced in her sweaty palm was a chocolate crackle sitting neatly in a silver cupcake wrapper. Just one, all alone, a pink heart painted hastily onto the side of it's foil container.

"You got me a chocolate crackle" the actress smiled, pleased but a little confused. Demi blushed bashfully, grasping for Selena's hand to place the present in. For a moment she tried to talk, mouth opening and closing, half stuttering words and then stopping. She paused, shaking her head and laughing like it was all just silly. Selena still wasn't quite sure what was going on. With a decisive look in her dark eyes Demetria looked up and found her best friends eyes.

"Yea, but it's an 'I'm-sorry-I'm-such-an-idiot-and-it-took-me-this-long-to-realize-it-but-I'm-kind-of-in-love-with-you' chocolate crackle" she grinned, no doubt in her mind, there was no room for any. Not with all these exciting feelings and brand new thoughts crammed into the space. With an airy laugh Selena lifted the treat to her lips and took a bite.

Your song plays consistently
         on and on inside my head
Words of caution, bitter sweet
         expose fear and impose dread

This wont happen, so unreal
Cage up what I can not feel
Some hearts were never meant to soar
Black and fading at the core

Angels skin glows in the night
Like stars flickering milky white
Wings too broken too take flight
On bare feet, our guiding light

Brake and crunch
                    like brittle bones
Deadened leaves
                    make grass their graves
Children bruise
                    from sticks and stones
Feet of lead
                   sick, brain dead slaves

I'd decided to vent, through poetry :)

Lips soaked in whisky tell such convincing lies

Suducted by strawberry lipgloss and dark, lustful blue eyes

Kisses stolen in darkness will fade with the sunrise

But I'll see your face every night in the star strewn skies

Hoarse words whispered, before the break of morn

Promises, soon forgotten with the pastel dawn

Confessions spoken under the dark shroud of night

Are just faint memories in the warm sun light

But the feel of your lips pressed flush against mine

Will be forever burned into the front of my mind

And the things that you said so carelessly