Fic - Ten Years
Title: Ten Years
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the song :)
Word Count: 1,590
Summary: A songfic to Rascal Flatts "These Days"
It’s been ten years since Selena Gomez left Disney channel.
Ten years since she lost contact from her once-great friends.
She sat down in the old Texas diner, which has been here longer that she could even remember, probably even longer than she had been born. She came here a lot, she couldn’t say that she didn’t love this place. The guitar on the wall, the old jukebox that never worked, the great waiters that she knew all by first name.
Jack took her usual - a plain hamburger with extra pickles, skip the mayo- down onto his notepad as soon as she walked in, and when she saw him she smiled her thank-you.
Hey baby, is that you?
Wow, your hair got so long
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really do
'Norma Jean', ain't that the song
We'd sing in the car
Drivin' downtown, top down
Making the rounds
Checking out the bands on Doheeney Avenue
Yeah, life throws you curves
But you learned to swerve
Me I swung and I missed
And the next thing ya know
I'm reminiscin' dreaming old dreams
Wishing old wishes
Like you would be back again
After she finds the nearest table and sat down, she looked around the diner. Nothing was different. Every day felt the same. Same old sleepy town.
Suddenly she heard this loud, familiar laugh, and her head whipped around to the direction of the counter so fast that she knew it would hurt tomorrow morning. Before her mind could even register what she was doing at all, she shoot up from her table and ran up behind the girl. She reached out and tapped the girl’s shoulder gently.
“Demi, is that you?” Surprise, shock, and disbelief could be heard in her voice. She didn't even recognize it at that point. But there’s no way she wouldn’t be able to recognize the laugh. That she knew anywhere.
Turning around, the other brunette’s face showed more shock than Selena had ever seen in her life.
“Selena?” The same emotions filled her voice.
They stared at each other, not daring to believe their own eyes.
Tears threatened to fill Selena’s eyes when she had too much, so she looked down to hide them. It made her jump when the other girl’s hand shot out and grabbed her chin, forcing Selena to look back at her.
The sudden movement scared the unshed tears from Selena; she had forgotten how forceful Demi could be.
“How are you, Lena? I don’t… I haven’t… - I haven’t seen you in forever.” The whisper came from the now double-platinum artist. A voice that she hadn’t heard for real in the longest time. She was slightly ashamed that she had forgotten the sound. Even if it filled her dreams every night, it was nothing compared to the real, raw thing. Even the use of the old nickname had shocked her into speechlessness.
It was apparent to Selena that Demi had figured out that much, and so the younger girl led Selena back to her abandoned table after picking up her own meal at the counter. Demi sat down across from her in the tight booth. They stared at each other for a few more silent minutes before a word finally fell from Selena’s mouth.
“Wow,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Ten years. It had been ten years.
Demi smiled her famous smile, the one that mesmerized millions of people everyday, and she felt herself melt. She still remembered the beauty of it.
“Your hair… it got so long…,” still whispering, she slowly reached out to make sure it was real, not another one of her hallucinations.
It was. Demi Lovato was actually sitting in front of her, in an old Texas diner of all places. They used to come here together all the time. Selena couldn’t believe this was actually happening. It wasn’t another dream.
“Do you like it? I know how you always liked it a bit shorter than this,” she talked in her normal, angelic voice now.
“Yeah, I love it.” She continued to play with it.
“Really?” Demi bit her lip just like she used to, a reaction to her nervousness. Selena internally laughed at the memory of telling the rockstar to ‘stop, before you bite through it!’.
“I really do,” she assured her. She put the hair down gently.
I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed
Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just in case
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days
“How are you, Lena?” she asked her again.
Selena thought about it. Her life was like a never ending cycle. In the morning she barely felt the tears that went down her cheeks anymore from the previous night’s dream. When she got up she turned on her iPod and through the speakers she could hear the opening chords to the song About A Girl by The Academy Is…and then more tears fell.
She went to her job, a teacher for little kids in an underprivileged acting school. Those kids had some serious talent. She loved them like they were her own.
When she git home, the first thing she did was check her phone for messages, which is pointless because she knew the girl must’ve forgotten her number by now.
She laid in bed and fell asleep, and then the dreams of her start all over.
Someone told me after college
You ran off to Vegas
You married a rodeo cowboy
Wow, that ain't the girl I knew
Me I've been a few places
Mostly here and there once or twice
Still sortin' out life, but I'm doing alright
Yeah, it's good to see you too
Hey girl, you're late
And those planes, they don't wait
But if you ever come back around
To this sleepy old town
Promise me you'll stop in
To see an old friend
And until then...
“I’ve been okay,” she told Demi. The neutral answer. She mentally slapped herself when she realized that Demi could always see right through her, even now as she gave her that look. “How about you, Dems?” The old nickname rolled off her tongue easily.
“Here and there, you know,” she waves her hand in front of her dismissively.
“I heard you went off and got married? In Vegas? That doesn’t sound very much like you…” The question killed Selena, but she knew that she had to ask.
“Yeah, Vegas trip with Miley,” her nose scrunched up at the memory. She shook her head. “Not one of my best choices. It didn’t work out anyway, we’re not together anymore. But I’m still pretty good friends with her.”
“Oh. Okay then.” The old comfortable silence that Selena remembered came back at that moment. “How long are you in Texas for?” she asked her.
Demi’s face visibly dropped. “Actually, I’m probably running late for my flight back to L.A.,” she mumbled.
Selena’s face held a sad smile. “Oh. Well, you know, those things don’t tend to wait.” Demi laughed and agreed. Selena continued, “But if you ever come back again sometime, just stop by, okay?”
“Of course!” Demi shuffled through her oversized bag. Selena remembered how much Demi loved those things, how she had dragged her to stores in the mall just to get a new one, and then how she forgot to use it.
The younger girl ripped out a scrap of paper from one of the many journals that were most likely hidden in the depths of the purse. She scribbled down numbers on the scrap with a pen in that loopy handwriting that Selena could recognize almost anywhere.
“Here.” She handed Selena the piece of paper.
“It’s the same number,” she whispered. She could never forget it. The numbers were practically imprinted on her heart. How many times had she blindly dialed them but hung up before the first ring?
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Yours is too?”
Selena nodded. Demi couldn’t have possibly remembered it this long. Could she?
Before she could question it though, Demi was already standing up and hovering over her. She looked at her for a moment and then Demi gently put her hands on either side of Selena’s head, and placed a kiss to her forehead. The touch burned like fire. She could feel it even after Demi had walked out of the diner, even after the tears had finally broken through and cascaded over her cheeks, and even after Selena had driven home and checked her phone out of routine.
I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed
Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just in case
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days…
To say that she jumped when she heard the girl’s voice in a message would be a severe understatement.
“Hey, I know I just saw you… But I- I really miss you, Sel. A Lot. Umm… so, goodnight. And call me sometime?” The click of machine reverberated through the silent house. Selena played the message three more times, and then saved it.
When she got into bed that night, she dreamt of Demi as usual, but this time there was a silly smile plastered to her face.
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the song :)
Word Count: 1,590
Summary: A songfic to Rascal Flatts "These Days"
It’s been ten years since Selena Gomez left Disney channel.
Ten years since she lost contact from her once-great friends.
She sat down in the old Texas diner, which has been here longer that she could even remember, probably even longer than she had been born. She came here a lot, she couldn’t say that she didn’t love this place. The guitar on the wall, the old jukebox that never worked, the great waiters that she knew all by first name.
Jack took her usual - a plain hamburger with extra pickles, skip the mayo- down onto his notepad as soon as she walked in, and when she saw him she smiled her thank-you.
Hey baby, is that you?
Wow, your hair got so long
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really do
'Norma Jean', ain't that the song
We'd sing in the car
Drivin' downtown, top down
Making the rounds
Checking out the bands on Doheeney Avenue
Yeah, life throws you curves
But you learned to swerve
Me I swung and I missed
And the next thing ya know
I'm reminiscin' dreaming old dreams
Wishing old wishes
Like you would be back again
After she finds the nearest table and sat down, she looked around the diner. Nothing was different. Every day felt the same. Same old sleepy town.
Suddenly she heard this loud, familiar laugh, and her head whipped around to the direction of the counter so fast that she knew it would hurt tomorrow morning. Before her mind could even register what she was doing at all, she shoot up from her table and ran up behind the girl. She reached out and tapped the girl’s shoulder gently.
“Demi, is that you?” Surprise, shock, and disbelief could be heard in her voice. She didn't even recognize it at that point. But there’s no way she wouldn’t be able to recognize the laugh. That she knew anywhere.
Turning around, the other brunette’s face showed more shock than Selena had ever seen in her life.
“Selena?” The same emotions filled her voice.
They stared at each other, not daring to believe their own eyes.
Tears threatened to fill Selena’s eyes when she had too much, so she looked down to hide them. It made her jump when the other girl’s hand shot out and grabbed her chin, forcing Selena to look back at her.
The sudden movement scared the unshed tears from Selena; she had forgotten how forceful Demi could be.
“How are you, Lena? I don’t… I haven’t… - I haven’t seen you in forever.” The whisper came from the now double-platinum artist. A voice that she hadn’t heard for real in the longest time. She was slightly ashamed that she had forgotten the sound. Even if it filled her dreams every night, it was nothing compared to the real, raw thing. Even the use of the old nickname had shocked her into speechlessness.
It was apparent to Selena that Demi had figured out that much, and so the younger girl led Selena back to her abandoned table after picking up her own meal at the counter. Demi sat down across from her in the tight booth. They stared at each other for a few more silent minutes before a word finally fell from Selena’s mouth.
“Wow,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Ten years. It had been ten years.
Demi smiled her famous smile, the one that mesmerized millions of people everyday, and she felt herself melt. She still remembered the beauty of it.
“Your hair… it got so long…,” still whispering, she slowly reached out to make sure it was real, not another one of her hallucinations.
It was. Demi Lovato was actually sitting in front of her, in an old Texas diner of all places. They used to come here together all the time. Selena couldn’t believe this was actually happening. It wasn’t another dream.
“Do you like it? I know how you always liked it a bit shorter than this,” she talked in her normal, angelic voice now.
“Yeah, I love it.” She continued to play with it.
“Really?” Demi bit her lip just like she used to, a reaction to her nervousness. Selena internally laughed at the memory of telling the rockstar to ‘stop, before you bite through it!’.
“I really do,” she assured her. She put the hair down gently.
I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed
Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just in case
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days
“How are you, Lena?” she asked her again.
Selena thought about it. Her life was like a never ending cycle. In the morning she barely felt the tears that went down her cheeks anymore from the previous night’s dream. When she got up she turned on her iPod and through the speakers she could hear the opening chords to the song About A Girl by The Academy Is…and then more tears fell.
She went to her job, a teacher for little kids in an underprivileged acting school. Those kids had some serious talent. She loved them like they were her own.
When she git home, the first thing she did was check her phone for messages, which is pointless because she knew the girl must’ve forgotten her number by now.
She laid in bed and fell asleep, and then the dreams of her start all over.
Someone told me after college
You ran off to Vegas
You married a rodeo cowboy
Wow, that ain't the girl I knew
Me I've been a few places
Mostly here and there once or twice
Still sortin' out life, but I'm doing alright
Yeah, it's good to see you too
Hey girl, you're late
And those planes, they don't wait
But if you ever come back around
To this sleepy old town
Promise me you'll stop in
To see an old friend
And until then...
“I’ve been okay,” she told Demi. The neutral answer. She mentally slapped herself when she realized that Demi could always see right through her, even now as she gave her that look. “How about you, Dems?” The old nickname rolled off her tongue easily.
“Here and there, you know,” she waves her hand in front of her dismissively.
“I heard you went off and got married? In Vegas? That doesn’t sound very much like you…” The question killed Selena, but she knew that she had to ask.
“Yeah, Vegas trip with Miley,” her nose scrunched up at the memory. She shook her head. “Not one of my best choices. It didn’t work out anyway, we’re not together anymore. But I’m still pretty good friends with her.”
“Oh. Okay then.” The old comfortable silence that Selena remembered came back at that moment. “How long are you in Texas for?” she asked her.
Demi’s face visibly dropped. “Actually, I’m probably running late for my flight back to L.A.,” she mumbled.
Selena’s face held a sad smile. “Oh. Well, you know, those things don’t tend to wait.” Demi laughed and agreed. Selena continued, “But if you ever come back again sometime, just stop by, okay?”
“Of course!” Demi shuffled through her oversized bag. Selena remembered how much Demi loved those things, how she had dragged her to stores in the mall just to get a new one, and then how she forgot to use it.
The younger girl ripped out a scrap of paper from one of the many journals that were most likely hidden in the depths of the purse. She scribbled down numbers on the scrap with a pen in that loopy handwriting that Selena could recognize almost anywhere.
“Here.” She handed Selena the piece of paper.
“It’s the same number,” she whispered. She could never forget it. The numbers were practically imprinted on her heart. How many times had she blindly dialed them but hung up before the first ring?
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Yours is too?”
Selena nodded. Demi couldn’t have possibly remembered it this long. Could she?
Before she could question it though, Demi was already standing up and hovering over her. She looked at her for a moment and then Demi gently put her hands on either side of Selena’s head, and placed a kiss to her forehead. The touch burned like fire. She could feel it even after Demi had walked out of the diner, even after the tears had finally broken through and cascaded over her cheeks, and even after Selena had driven home and checked her phone out of routine.
I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed
Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just in case
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days…
To say that she jumped when she heard the girl’s voice in a message would be a severe understatement.
“Hey, I know I just saw you… But I- I really miss you, Sel. A Lot. Umm… so, goodnight. And call me sometime?” The click of machine reverberated through the silent house. Selena played the message three more times, and then saved it.
When she got into bed that night, she dreamt of Demi as usual, but this time there was a silly smile plastered to her face.