- December 12th, 2009
Enemies Ch. 4
Author: Kitty Squyres
Disclaimer: As always, I neither own Demi nor Selena. They are property of themselves, and I guess by contract, Disney..? Idfk. Anyways, all I own is this little idea.
Author’s Note: Don’t shoot me for Demi’s attitude, I promise it’s totally necessary.
Special thanks: To my beta, who is a total life saver. Seriously, cuz like, my dyslexia kills me when I try to proofread if I can’t print it out (printer out of ink). And to my little brother Hauer a: for his inspiration of this fic and b: for helping me with outfit choices when I could think of none and was all panic-y. Afterwards I realized he basically described an outfit in my closet. I was like haha I fail that I couldn’t think of that.
Friday came and went and before I knew it, it was five thirty in the afternoon on Saturday. All day I had been fretting about tonight. This was a date, I knew that much, but what kind of a date? It was just to the movies, but was I supposed to dress up or just casual? I know what you’re thinking. No, this isn’t my first date. Just my first date with Demi… and with a girl. On previous dates I never really tried because they were boys and frankly, I didn’t care what they thought of me. I only went out with them to begin with to make my dad happy.
Tonight was different. Demi wasn’t completely right, she didn’t own my heart. I did however, care what she thought about me, something I wasn’t used to doing. I don’t know why though. It wasn’t like this girl had ever really been nice to me or anything. Still, she was funny in class and smart when she wanted to be (trust me, I’d seen her grades) and she was also gorgeous. Okay, so I may have a little crush on the girl that beats me up. No need to tell me how retarded it is, I promise you I’m well aware.
I glanced at the clock only to realize that I’d just wasted another fifteen minutes of my life contemplating this fact. Fuck. On the bright side, I always worked well under pressure. It was like someone gave ne a shot of adrenaline and my brain and body kicked into overdrive.
Dashing to my closet I settled on a pink t-shirt with a grey vest, and a short jean skirt with, of course, my pink converse. It was much girlier than I usually dressed in, but to keep up with Demi, who always wore the latest in fashion, I figured it was necessary. No heels though. I didn’t feel like breaking my neck this evening.
Next was my hair. Since trying new things seemed to be on the agenda tonight I decided to do something different with my hair. I pretty much always wore it down and messy so instead I grabbed my straightener and set to work. Within twenty minutes I was finished and I stepped back to see how I did. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself. My hair was held back with a silver clip, with my bangs draping down framing my face. Another first for me: I was wearing makeup. Not a lot, just the basics. All in all, I looked good. If I were to walk downstairs I was sure my dad would have a heart attack. Never had I dressed so nicely for anything in my life.
Thankfully when I got downstairs Dad was nowhere in sight, so no ambulances were necessary. I had been about to plop onto the couch and veg until Demi arrived when the doorbell rang. Once again, butterflies scattered in my stomach. Bastards, making me nervous. This was it. Would she like my outfit? Or would this be some cruel joke and as soon as I opened the door something would be thrown at me and people would laugh?
The doorbell rang again, jarring me from my fears. I quickly grabbed my purse and opened the door to be met with a beautiful sight: On my front porch was Demi, wearing dark wash jeans, a black button-down three-quarter sleeved shirt with frills on the buttons and a slight poof on the shoulders. A single yellow rose was in her hand. Her hair was different as well. Instead of perfectly straight, it hung in loose ringlets. I could only imagine the amount of time and effort she had to put into that. Maybe she wanted to look good for me too?
Demi extended the rose to me. “Thought you might like it,” she grinned.
I blushed and murmured a thank you before quickly placing it in a vase of water. I guess there were more sides to Demi than just her abrasive one, and I looked forward to seeing each one of them.
Demi escorted me to her car, and when I saw it, I almost died. A silver Porsche? Really? I stand by my previous statement, definitely a daddy’s girl. Lucky bitch. While her car was sweet, Demi’s driving was not. There were about eight times on our drive that I swore we were about to crash, and it took a lot of willpower not to scream every time. I was not a fan of dying.
When Demi said we were going to the movies I thought that was all we were doing. Evidently she meant dinner and a movie. We rolled up to Kobe’s, the most expensive restaurant in town, and I suddenly felt very underdressed. Kobe Japanese Steakhouse and Sushi Bar was not only very expensive, it was also very high class. Usually, you had to make reservations at least a month in advance to get in. I couldn’t go in there dressed like this. Especially not in Converse!
Demi must have noticed my inner panic because she lightly rested her hand on mine and smiled at me. “You look fine. Now come on.”
The dinner was so nice, and I wasn’t just talking about the food (which was exquisite by the way). We sat and talked. As it turned out, we had a lot in common. Demi and I liked the same foods, movies, games, even the same books! I hadn’t known Demi was an avid reader until now, but it was a nice surprise. The conversation came smoothly with no awkward silences. Laughter ran freely between us, and I found myself having the best time.
The check came all too soon and despite my attempts to pay half (which I couldn’t really afford, but I felt it was only fair), Demi insisted on paying. Then it was time for the movie. I still had no idea what we were seeing, but since dinner had been great, I trusted in Demi’s instinct.
Note to self: Demi’s instinct fails. Demi chose, of all the movies playing, Saw VI. I am terrified of horror movies, but no amount of pleading would change that girl’s mind. So for an hour and a half, my face was buried in her shoulder, hiding from the screen. Some part of me thought Demi totally planned that. How could I tell? Hmm…Well, when I first screamed, she chuckled and opened her arms to me before I even knew I was going to hide in them.
Then there was the way Demi would lightly rub my arm when a scary part came on, and in between those times, she would caress my cheek almost lovingly. I wish I could’ve looked into her eyes to see what she was thinking when she was doing this, but I was too terrified to even lift my head.
Even though it was clearly planned, that didn’t change the fact that Demi was very sweet. By the end of the movie, I was an odd combination of scared as hell and completely comfortable. Confusing? Very.
Our drive back to my house was spent mostly with Demi assuring me that a psycho in a pig mask was not going to jump out and kidnap me. I wasn’t entirely convinced, but when Demi said if anyone hurts me, she would hunt them down. I was very touched. Aww, she cared.
We arrived at my house, and the lights were still on, which meant that Dad was still up. I tried not to show my anxiousness and to focus on the moment. To my surprise, I’d completely missed Demi getting out of the car and walking over to my side. With a hand extended, she graciously helped me out of the car.
The walk to my front door seemed to take centuries. It was as though both of us were delaying the inevitable end of our date. Neither of us wanted the night to end, and I wished I knew her better, so I could stay the night with her instead. Not like that, pervs. I just wanted to spend more time with her. One night and we clicked so well. Who would have guessed?
Reaching my front door I noticed the butterflies were back and making me all fidgety. On previous dates I usually fled as fast as possible to my house with a quick, “Thanks, bye!” thrown carelessly back over my shoulder. This was different, and I had no idea what was going to happen. I’d never really let any of them get this far before, and all I had to go on was what I’d seen in movies. Was she going to kiss me? Hug me? Say goodnight and walk away? A handshake? What?!
One look into her eyes and I felt myself falling. I had never noticed that her eyes were a beautiful chocolate color and so deep. I knew I was getting lost in them. This whole night had been so perfect. It was a dream come true. Demi could be so sweet when she wanted to be. She made me feel safe, happy, and cared for. Things I hadn’t felt in quite a while.
I wasn’t aware I had closed my eyes until now. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt the softest pair of lips suddenly caress mine. I tried not to whimper at the sweetness of it. There were no exploding fireworks or blasts of fiery passion. Only a gentle warming that flowed throughout my body, filling me up, and embracing me.
All too soon the kiss ended, and I opened my eyes in a daze to see Demi smiling shyly at me. It was so adorable, and for once, Demi had let her walls down so I could see how vulnerable she really was. I returned the smile happily.
Demi raised her hand in farewell. “I had fun tonight, Sel. See you tomorrow.” She walked to her Porsche, though I could swear she added some extra sway to her hips.
When she drove away, I remained at my front door a few moments longer, my fingertips touching my lips as the memory of the kiss lingered there. People do change, sometimes for the better. I walked into my house thinking ‘I can’t wait for Monday!’
Author’s Note 2: Sorry its so late guys, I’ve been so busy with school. Failing Accounting, so I had to audit it. Which meant running around with my free time getting signatures and convincing the Dean that I should be allowed to audit instead of fail. Stress level: 100. Anyways, hope ya’ll like it. PLEASE read and review. What do I have to get you to do to review? Seriously? I get tons of alerts, but only a few (okay a lot more than a few but I’d like more, I’m greedy) reviews. ALL feedback helps even if it’s negative. K thanks!