"London is Calling Pt 2/?" Demi/Selena, M
Title: "London is Calling Pt 2/?"
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Demi Lovato/Selena Gomez, ~Lovez
Rating: M
Words: ~2179
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Note: Be wary, this is my first attempt at real angst. The preceding chapter was nothing compared to the abuse I'm dishing out this time. I'm a little unsure if it came across as believable.
part one, please
Exceptional Lyrics for Selena:
If London's calling, don't you dare pick up the phone
Only you entwined
could make this orphan feel at home
Lips that need no introduction, but now waiting for your call
if picture's worth a thousand words
Then your touch is worth them all
here is the song again. i might switch to different song for the next chapter. Maybe.
If London is calling, don't you dare pick up the phone
Selena Gomez is enjoying her rare evening off from filming, sitting on a green bench in beautiful Stanley Park watching as young bubbly Joey King frolics around the flower fields in the light of the setting orange sun. Selena had opted out from said activity and instead is enjoying herself in capturing the adorable girl on video. The breeze is cold, but the sun is shining, and Selena thinks Vancouver may be the most wonderful place on earth.
Joey skips off to the farthest end of the flower field, and Selena drops her phone to her lap, saving the video. She is surprised when a second later Demi’s ringtone goes off. Before answering, Selena’s mind goes into overdrive - If it’s 6 o’clock in Vancouver then it must 1 o’clock in London. Her mind races through the possible circumstances of the late night call. They’ve shared late night conversations before, but she assumed Demi would be exhausted from her busy day of traveling and interviews and the Hannah premiere. She answers the call on the second run of the ringtone.
“Demi, baby, why are you up so late?”
The line is quiet for a beat, before Demi is heard clearing her voice.
“I, uh, I needed to talk to you. …And, I love you, and I miss you.”
Selena brushes it off as Demi being her adorable emo self whenever they’re apart so she replies, “Silly, you should be resting. You’ve got an even busier day in the morning. But I’m glad you called, Joey did the cutest thing today on set -“
“-Selena, I need to talk to you. I- I love you, so much. I need to… to fix this.”
Selena’s mouth drops open a little, and she presses the phone closer to her ear. Demi’s voice is rough and quiet, and its not the familiar tone she’s used to.
“Demi, babe, what’s happened? Are you all right? Are you hurt?”
“No Selena, I- I just...” Demi sighs heavily on the line and Selena can imagine her crumbling, breaking. Her heart aches for her girlfriend.
“Tell me Demi. Tell me, I love you.”
“Selena… I don’t… I don’t know how to say this. I never meant for it to happen, and it - it just happened so quickly, it was over before I even knew what was going on. Except, I knew what was going on because I felt… I felt so guilty. And I just fe-“
“- Demi! I will not wait much longer for you to fully explain yourself. I will listen to your feelings and emotions after you tell me the situation.”
Selena’s voice remains calm and collected, but inside the worry is causing her heart to race and her mind to rush through scenarios. None of them included what Demi was about to admit.
“Now, take another deep breath, close your eyes, and just spill.”
Demi follows orders, and Selena holds her breath as her girl exhales.
“I cheated, Selena. I had… I had sex. After the premiere. In my hotel room. With… Miley.”
Numbness washes over Selena, leaving her speechless and disbelieving. The expression on her face does not change, however, and her eyes follow little Joey as she runs and bends over to stick her nose in a yellow and pink rosebush. Demi continues when Selena remains silent.
“I feel terrible Selena; I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you, but this- it just happened - and I couldn’t stop it. It was so - so - so spontaneous and- and unexpected. I just missed you so much and Miley was there -“
Selena breaks out of her spiral at these words. Her voice is laced with venom while her appearance is still reflecting calm.
“-What? What did you just say? She was there?” Selena scoffs hard into her phone, “You missed me? What the hell, Demi?”
“Selena, I’m - I’m so sorry! I can’t explain to you what happened, all I know is that I feel like the scum of the earth and I just want - I don’t even know what I want -“
“What? You want forgiveness? You want a slap on the wrist and a stern talking to?” Selena scoffs again.
“No! -“
“We promised each other, Demi. We were waiting. And you threw it away? Tossed it aside? How could you? I feel like trash right now! Like I mean nothing to-
“- you mean everything to me! You are my everything! I'm sorry! I really screwed up - I - I fucked up Selena, this is the worst thing I have ever done -“
“How can you even talk to me right now? Is she still there?”
Selena hears Demi gasp and hold her breath.
“Because obviously there has to be someone there, otherwise you would have hurt yourself. She’s there, isn’t she?”
“…Selena, I - Yes, I do need someone here, because I feel so -“
Selena grinds her teeth, “Yes, yes Demi, you feel like trash and garbage and sewer things, whatever. Did she comfort you? Did you fall into her arms after falling into her legs?”
Selena can see in her mind as Demi collapses to her knees, the tears flowing uncontrollably now. She cringes as she imagines Miley rushing to her side and gathering her up in her arms. Demi is sobbing now.
“Se-Se-Selena! I ca-called you - I lo-love you so, so, so much - I needed to co-come clean, M-M-Miley said it would-“
“Oh would you just shut up about Miley fucking Cyrus!” Selena was losing her control - soon the entire park would know she was having that kind of conversation - a breakup.
“I really don’t care if she’s Jesus reincarnate, if she’s the best fuck on the planet, I can’t believe you would do this to me, Demi, after all we’ve been through together, after all the waiting and the promises. I have been here for barely two weeks and I’ve been dying to hold you and kiss you and feel you on my skin, and then you go and do this? With Miley? I can’t even - I don’t know- I’ve never been this angry Demi, never. Never felt this betrayed. And the fact that it’s you who caused it? It’s breaking my heart.”
Selena waits for a response from Demi, but all she gets is the sound of sobs, wracking the singer’s body on the other line. Selena hates that even her sobs sound like music.
“This is the end, Demi. I don’t think I can ever face you again. You’ve broken my heart. It was only ever yours, no one else’s - and you’ve destroyed it. “
Selena’s voice cracks here, really cracks, and the rough sound that comes from her throat is a completely new voice, not at all her own.
“Goodbye Demi.”
Selena shuts her phone off and leans down on her hand, over her crossed legs, her fingers struggling to hide the anguish on her face. She allows a few tears to flow beneath her big white sun hat. But she subtly wipes them away as Joey comes sprinting back up to her. She clears her throat and smiles widely at the girl. Her face betrays nothing but contentment.
“Hey baby, I think it’s about time we call Mitch to come pick us up. You’re hungry, right?” Selena reaches a hand to tickle Joey in the tummy. Joey giggles and nods her head vigorously in that way that would give any adult a headache, but for children is perfectly fine.
Selena stands up and takes Joey’s little hand in hers, leading her through the park - careful not to look her in eyes for very long.
In her mind she is screaming, hollering, throwing furniture, ripping beautiful flowers to pieces and stomping on them, burning pages of rhyming and artistic words and feeling the heat on her face as she watches the smiling faces in photos melt away.
But right now, in the open air of Vancouver with a bubbly child skipping excitedly beside her, she is a composed and mature young woman who has her whole bright future ahead of her.
~~~\
That night, standing in front of her hotel window, Selena feels disgusted at how clichéd the weather is behaving in light of what has happened. The storm clouds appear a dark orange and pink over the lights of the awake city, heavy and bloated with rain. The fat water droplets that run down her window gives the appearance that her reflection is crying. The real Selena is far from it.
She is still numb. She can’t even bring up the feelings of hurt and anger that threatened to spill over earlier. She can’t feel anything. She wonders if this is the feeling that Demi must have experienced whenever she wanted to turn to the razor in her bathroom - but then she banishes the thought, about both the action and the girl.
From the corner of her room her cell phone rings. It’s not Demi’s ring. Demi hasn’t called again since… well, since they broke up. Selena feels nothing.
Selena walks over to find that Miley is once again trying to contact her. After the last 8 failed attempts, Selena is pissed off that she won’t get discouraged. Selena takes a deep breath and braces herself for the bitch that must be unleashed in order to get through to the stubborn girl.
“Miley Cyrus, I swear, if you don’t stop calling me I will file a restraining order with the Disney lawyers.” Her voice is venom and she hopes Miley feels the burn.
The teen queen is not even fazed.
“Selena Gomez, you better calm your ass down and listen to yourself. You are effectively destroying almost 10 years of friendship and love over one mistake. I will not sit by and watch you destroy that poor girl’s heart, and your own. She loves you- !”
“Mind your own fucking business! I can’t even believe I have the patience to talk to you right now! You have wronged me in the worst possible way. You should burn in hell for what you have done!”
Miley breath hitches at this. Selena smiles as she hits the nerve. Miley is still a believer at heart.
“Do you know that according to Dante, a lustful soul is bound to spend eternity lost in a violent storm, forever searching and stretching for purchase to anything solid, but never getting it? Do you know that that storm is deafening and freezing cold and battering?”
“Selena, please stop this…”
“Miley, I hate you. I have never hated anything with so much passion before. You disgust me. Your pitiful ploys for constant attention and affection are pathetic and you look like a fool.“
Selena listens for a response, wanting to hear the girl cry and give in, to realize what a shame her life is. Selena is malicious in her revenge, and she only wishes she was in front of Miley right now, so that she could tear at her hair and pretty little face. She wants to see the mascara run down her face in ugly waves, see her eyes red with hurt, her body shaking from sobs.
She wants Miley to ache.
“I always knew you were too free with yourself. You know no restrictions! No boundaries! You are uncontrollable!”
Miley hangs up then, but this only angers Selena more. She dials Miley’s number, but has to wait for the third run of the music playback before she can grind out a sentence.
“Is that it, Miley? Is that you ‘not sitting by and watching me destroy our hearts’? That’s awfully pathetic, after all those attempts to get me to answer. I thought you had more fight in you!”
“Selena, I can’t talk to you right now, you’re distraught. Nothing I say will make a difference, and it will just fuel your rage. I’ll call you later -“
“Miley! Don’t hang up on -“
Click.
“I am not distraught! I don’t feel anything!!” Selena yells to her closed phone. She throws it hard at her bed and is disheartened when it only makes a soft plop! noise against the pillows.
She stomps her foot and turns to the window again, her mouth snarling at the storm raging outside. Her phone rings again, and Selena rushes to her bed ready to yell her head off.
It’s Joey.
Selena visibly deflates and falls heavily to the bed, her head buried in the comforter for a moment as she groans out a sigh, trying to compose herself. She presses the call button.
“Selly? Are you okies? We heard a scream…”
Selena cringes into her hand. “Oh yea, sorry Joey, I stubbed my pinky toe. You know how much that hurts, right?”
Joey makes a sound of utter disgust, “Ugh, yes. I’m sorry. I’ll come over right now with a band-aid and a kiss, ok?” And before Selena can protest, the line goes dead. She sighs, then gets up to check her appearance in the mirror.
She looks fine. Beautiful even. Like nothing has even happened. It’s disturbing.
Beautifully disturbed.
~to be continued~
So, let me know if the breakup and the fight with Miley worked. I was going for a particularly painful emptiness with Selena, but she might have just turned into an emotionless robot, so... *sigh*
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Demi Lovato/Selena Gomez, ~Lovez
Rating: M
Words: ~2179
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Note: Be wary, this is my first attempt at real angst. The preceding chapter was nothing compared to the abuse I'm dishing out this time. I'm a little unsure if it came across as believable.
part one, please
Exceptional Lyrics for Selena:
If London's calling, don't you dare pick up the phone
Only you entwined
could make this orphan feel at home
Lips that need no introduction, but now waiting for your call
if picture's worth a thousand words
Then your touch is worth them all
here is the song again. i might switch to different song for the next chapter. Maybe.
Click to viewIf London is calling, don't you dare pick up the phone
Selena Gomez is enjoying her rare evening off from filming, sitting on a green bench in beautiful Stanley Park watching as young bubbly Joey King frolics around the flower fields in the light of the setting orange sun. Selena had opted out from said activity and instead is enjoying herself in capturing the adorable girl on video. The breeze is cold, but the sun is shining, and Selena thinks Vancouver may be the most wonderful place on earth.
Joey skips off to the farthest end of the flower field, and Selena drops her phone to her lap, saving the video. She is surprised when a second later Demi’s ringtone goes off. Before answering, Selena’s mind goes into overdrive - If it’s 6 o’clock in Vancouver then it must 1 o’clock in London. Her mind races through the possible circumstances of the late night call. They’ve shared late night conversations before, but she assumed Demi would be exhausted from her busy day of traveling and interviews and the Hannah premiere. She answers the call on the second run of the ringtone.
“Demi, baby, why are you up so late?”
The line is quiet for a beat, before Demi is heard clearing her voice.
“I, uh, I needed to talk to you. …And, I love you, and I miss you.”
Selena brushes it off as Demi being her adorable emo self whenever they’re apart so she replies, “Silly, you should be resting. You’ve got an even busier day in the morning. But I’m glad you called, Joey did the cutest thing today on set -“
“-Selena, I need to talk to you. I- I love you, so much. I need to… to fix this.”
Selena’s mouth drops open a little, and she presses the phone closer to her ear. Demi’s voice is rough and quiet, and its not the familiar tone she’s used to.
“Demi, babe, what’s happened? Are you all right? Are you hurt?”
“No Selena, I- I just...” Demi sighs heavily on the line and Selena can imagine her crumbling, breaking. Her heart aches for her girlfriend.
“Tell me Demi. Tell me, I love you.”
“Selena… I don’t… I don’t know how to say this. I never meant for it to happen, and it - it just happened so quickly, it was over before I even knew what was going on. Except, I knew what was going on because I felt… I felt so guilty. And I just fe-“
“- Demi! I will not wait much longer for you to fully explain yourself. I will listen to your feelings and emotions after you tell me the situation.”
Selena’s voice remains calm and collected, but inside the worry is causing her heart to race and her mind to rush through scenarios. None of them included what Demi was about to admit.
“Now, take another deep breath, close your eyes, and just spill.”
Demi follows orders, and Selena holds her breath as her girl exhales.
“I cheated, Selena. I had… I had sex. After the premiere. In my hotel room. With… Miley.”
Numbness washes over Selena, leaving her speechless and disbelieving. The expression on her face does not change, however, and her eyes follow little Joey as she runs and bends over to stick her nose in a yellow and pink rosebush. Demi continues when Selena remains silent.
“I feel terrible Selena; I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you, but this- it just happened - and I couldn’t stop it. It was so - so - so spontaneous and- and unexpected. I just missed you so much and Miley was there -“
Selena breaks out of her spiral at these words. Her voice is laced with venom while her appearance is still reflecting calm.
“-What? What did you just say? She was there?” Selena scoffs hard into her phone, “You missed me? What the hell, Demi?”
“Selena, I’m - I’m so sorry! I can’t explain to you what happened, all I know is that I feel like the scum of the earth and I just want - I don’t even know what I want -“
“What? You want forgiveness? You want a slap on the wrist and a stern talking to?” Selena scoffs again.
“No! -“
“We promised each other, Demi. We were waiting. And you threw it away? Tossed it aside? How could you? I feel like trash right now! Like I mean nothing to-
“- you mean everything to me! You are my everything! I'm sorry! I really screwed up - I - I fucked up Selena, this is the worst thing I have ever done -“
“How can you even talk to me right now? Is she still there?”
Selena hears Demi gasp and hold her breath.
“Because obviously there has to be someone there, otherwise you would have hurt yourself. She’s there, isn’t she?”
“…Selena, I - Yes, I do need someone here, because I feel so -“
Selena grinds her teeth, “Yes, yes Demi, you feel like trash and garbage and sewer things, whatever. Did she comfort you? Did you fall into her arms after falling into her legs?”
Selena can see in her mind as Demi collapses to her knees, the tears flowing uncontrollably now. She cringes as she imagines Miley rushing to her side and gathering her up in her arms. Demi is sobbing now.
“Se-Se-Selena! I ca-called you - I lo-love you so, so, so much - I needed to co-come clean, M-M-Miley said it would-“
“Oh would you just shut up about Miley fucking Cyrus!” Selena was losing her control - soon the entire park would know she was having that kind of conversation - a breakup.
“I really don’t care if she’s Jesus reincarnate, if she’s the best fuck on the planet, I can’t believe you would do this to me, Demi, after all we’ve been through together, after all the waiting and the promises. I have been here for barely two weeks and I’ve been dying to hold you and kiss you and feel you on my skin, and then you go and do this? With Miley? I can’t even - I don’t know- I’ve never been this angry Demi, never. Never felt this betrayed. And the fact that it’s you who caused it? It’s breaking my heart.”
Selena waits for a response from Demi, but all she gets is the sound of sobs, wracking the singer’s body on the other line. Selena hates that even her sobs sound like music.
“This is the end, Demi. I don’t think I can ever face you again. You’ve broken my heart. It was only ever yours, no one else’s - and you’ve destroyed it. “
Selena’s voice cracks here, really cracks, and the rough sound that comes from her throat is a completely new voice, not at all her own.
“Goodbye Demi.”
Selena shuts her phone off and leans down on her hand, over her crossed legs, her fingers struggling to hide the anguish on her face. She allows a few tears to flow beneath her big white sun hat. But she subtly wipes them away as Joey comes sprinting back up to her. She clears her throat and smiles widely at the girl. Her face betrays nothing but contentment.
“Hey baby, I think it’s about time we call Mitch to come pick us up. You’re hungry, right?” Selena reaches a hand to tickle Joey in the tummy. Joey giggles and nods her head vigorously in that way that would give any adult a headache, but for children is perfectly fine.
Selena stands up and takes Joey’s little hand in hers, leading her through the park - careful not to look her in eyes for very long.
In her mind she is screaming, hollering, throwing furniture, ripping beautiful flowers to pieces and stomping on them, burning pages of rhyming and artistic words and feeling the heat on her face as she watches the smiling faces in photos melt away.
But right now, in the open air of Vancouver with a bubbly child skipping excitedly beside her, she is a composed and mature young woman who has her whole bright future ahead of her.
~~~\
That night, standing in front of her hotel window, Selena feels disgusted at how clichéd the weather is behaving in light of what has happened. The storm clouds appear a dark orange and pink over the lights of the awake city, heavy and bloated with rain. The fat water droplets that run down her window gives the appearance that her reflection is crying. The real Selena is far from it.
She is still numb. She can’t even bring up the feelings of hurt and anger that threatened to spill over earlier. She can’t feel anything. She wonders if this is the feeling that Demi must have experienced whenever she wanted to turn to the razor in her bathroom - but then she banishes the thought, about both the action and the girl.
From the corner of her room her cell phone rings. It’s not Demi’s ring. Demi hasn’t called again since… well, since they broke up. Selena feels nothing.
Selena walks over to find that Miley is once again trying to contact her. After the last 8 failed attempts, Selena is pissed off that she won’t get discouraged. Selena takes a deep breath and braces herself for the bitch that must be unleashed in order to get through to the stubborn girl.
“Miley Cyrus, I swear, if you don’t stop calling me I will file a restraining order with the Disney lawyers.” Her voice is venom and she hopes Miley feels the burn.
The teen queen is not even fazed.
“Selena Gomez, you better calm your ass down and listen to yourself. You are effectively destroying almost 10 years of friendship and love over one mistake. I will not sit by and watch you destroy that poor girl’s heart, and your own. She loves you- !”
“Mind your own fucking business! I can’t even believe I have the patience to talk to you right now! You have wronged me in the worst possible way. You should burn in hell for what you have done!”
Miley breath hitches at this. Selena smiles as she hits the nerve. Miley is still a believer at heart.
“Do you know that according to Dante, a lustful soul is bound to spend eternity lost in a violent storm, forever searching and stretching for purchase to anything solid, but never getting it? Do you know that that storm is deafening and freezing cold and battering?”
“Selena, please stop this…”
“Miley, I hate you. I have never hated anything with so much passion before. You disgust me. Your pitiful ploys for constant attention and affection are pathetic and you look like a fool.“
Selena listens for a response, wanting to hear the girl cry and give in, to realize what a shame her life is. Selena is malicious in her revenge, and she only wishes she was in front of Miley right now, so that she could tear at her hair and pretty little face. She wants to see the mascara run down her face in ugly waves, see her eyes red with hurt, her body shaking from sobs.
She wants Miley to ache.
“I always knew you were too free with yourself. You know no restrictions! No boundaries! You are uncontrollable!”
Miley hangs up then, but this only angers Selena more. She dials Miley’s number, but has to wait for the third run of the music playback before she can grind out a sentence.
“Is that it, Miley? Is that you ‘not sitting by and watching me destroy our hearts’? That’s awfully pathetic, after all those attempts to get me to answer. I thought you had more fight in you!”
“Selena, I can’t talk to you right now, you’re distraught. Nothing I say will make a difference, and it will just fuel your rage. I’ll call you later -“
“Miley! Don’t hang up on -“
Click.
“I am not distraught! I don’t feel anything!!” Selena yells to her closed phone. She throws it hard at her bed and is disheartened when it only makes a soft plop! noise against the pillows.
She stomps her foot and turns to the window again, her mouth snarling at the storm raging outside. Her phone rings again, and Selena rushes to her bed ready to yell her head off.
It’s Joey.
Selena visibly deflates and falls heavily to the bed, her head buried in the comforter for a moment as she groans out a sigh, trying to compose herself. She presses the call button.
“Selly? Are you okies? We heard a scream…”
Selena cringes into her hand. “Oh yea, sorry Joey, I stubbed my pinky toe. You know how much that hurts, right?”
Joey makes a sound of utter disgust, “Ugh, yes. I’m sorry. I’ll come over right now with a band-aid and a kiss, ok?” And before Selena can protest, the line goes dead. She sighs, then gets up to check her appearance in the mirror.
She looks fine. Beautiful even. Like nothing has even happened. It’s disturbing.
Beautifully disturbed.
~to be continued~
So, let me know if the breakup and the fight with Miley worked. I was going for a particularly painful emptiness with Selena, but she might have just turned into an emotionless robot, so... *sigh*