Chapter Six
Kelsey stares at me wide-eyed.
"Are...are you serious?" she stutters in shock. I nod, smiling.
"Do you know how many lovatics would freak if you went public with this?" she says, raising her eyebrows. I laugh.
"Oh I can imagine the trending topics. #LesbianforDemi would probably be World Wide trending." I say. "Now c'mon. You said you'd show me how you do you're remixes." I remind her, standing up and reaching out my hand. She takes it and I help her up, pulling her into another hug.
She leads me upstairs to her room. Its very large, with the middle of the room totally empty. That must be where she practices her dances. One corner of the room has computers, speakers, and microphones for remixes and recordings. Different types of guitars are lined up against the wall. The walls are black with thin, multicolored stripes going down the wall. Her bed is pushed against the corner to make space, her comforter the same style as her walls. In fact, most of the accessories are to that style.
"Stripes are kind of my thing." Kelsey says sheepishly. I smile at her.
"I love it." I reply honestly. She smiles back gratefully.
"This," she says dramatically, gesturing to the equipment in the corner. "is where the magic happens." We laugh and sit in front of the desk. Kelsey starts showing me how she mashed up the songs, saying something about different tracks and timing and instrumentals. If I'm being honest, I'm not paying attention at all. Her small smile and the shine in her eyes tells me she really enjoys doing this. She's in her element, just like when she was singing onstage, and dancing in a coffee shop.
"How often do you do this kind of thing?" I inquire.
"Um...a lot?" she says sheepishly. We laugh again.
"Where did you learn to do all this?" I ask.
"My friend. We went to school together. You know that mash up I Knew You Had a Heart Attack?" I nod. "He made that."
I gape in shock. "Seriously?" she nods. "I love that song!" Suddenly Kelsey turns red.
"I made a dance to that song a couple months ago." she says shyly.
"What? Show me!" I beg, tugging on her shirt. She shakes her no.
"Please? You brought it up! Now I'm intrigued!" I justify.
"Well... when you put it like that I mean..." she trails off. I squeal with victory. Unfortunately, that victory is short-lived, because Kelsey finishes her sentence with a short "No." Instantly my smile drops.
"You got my hopes up." I say, crossing my arms.
"Did I?" she says, smirking.
"Meany."
"Ouch."
"Being mean is not nice.
"Thanks you Demi Obv-ato."
"Ooh that was clever."
"I've been waiting to say that."
Her gloating gives me the opportunity I need. I jab my fingers into her sides. She jerks in suprise, falling off her seat. I leap onto the floor next to her, tickling her sides and neck. Kelsey squeals, curling into a tight ball and slapping my hands away.
"S-stop! Holy shit stop!" Kelsey gasps between laughs.
"Do the dance and I'll stop." i bribe, still tickling her.
"Ha! Ok! Just get your devilish hands away from me!" she shrieks, rolling away. I laugh, putting my hands up. She walks over to her laptop, pulling up the track. Here we go...
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Kelsey's POV (couldn't resist!)
Is Demi...flirting with me? That what it seems like. The way she smiles at me is much different than what I've seen on X-Factor and photo shoots. Its a shy, hidden smile, as if she is hesitant to let me see. And she told me she's gay, and didn't react when I told her I was.
Being the ultimate fangirl I am, I have to scroll through all my Demi Lovato remixes to find I Knew You Had a Heart Attack.
I stand in the middle of the room, directly across from Demi, who is leaning against the wall. I click my heels together and put my head down, which is how I start most of my dances. As Taylor Swift kicks in, my head slowly raises and I stare Demi right in the eyes. She freezes, seemingly mesmerized. A sly grin slowly grows on my face at this: Demi can't take her eyes off me. My movements alternate between smooth and staccato, going with the beat. I sing the words silently, I've always been told when I'm lip-syncing it looks like I'm really singing, so I use that to my advantage. Remembering what my dance teacher taught me, I spin, making my hair spin straight out around me. I blow my bangs out of my face and I see Demi bite her lip. A small smile appears on my face.
The song is nearing the end, and I want to make a lasting impression on Demi. Instead of finishing with a chest pop like I normally do with this song, I slowly walk over to Demi, finishing with my hands against the wall on either side of Demi, my face inches from hers. Demi bites her lip again, her heavy breaths in time with mine after dancing. I feel her breath against my lips, and I can't help but notice her gaze flickering to my mouth and back up again.
"Fucking tease." Demi whispers. I lean even closer.
"Don't pretend you don't love it." I whisper, my voice low and raspy.
"Oh, I love it." she says, closing the gap between us, our lips meeting at last.
A/N: Guys I'm SO sorry I haven't updated in forever and a freaking day, I've got a lot of crazy things going on.
Yeah, my internet schedule is pretty crazy. XD
But in all seriousness, I'm fairly busy, so I've been writing chapters on this app called Werdsmith. I just don't get around to posting as often as I would like. Thanks again for being so patient, I'm loving all the comments, seriously inspiring. Writing is one of the few times I can write whatever I want and feel and not really get judged for it. Its like having a secret social media account and blocking everyone from school so they don't see anything you post. Kind of.
Well anyway, I'm doing my best. I'm trying to get a chapter up for Strangely Dim, but its not as long as I want it to be, so I'm trying to get that dealt with. So in the mean time, stay in school, don't do drugs, all the good stuff they tell you to do. Or, you could be like me and spend half your day watching YouTubers that either like across the country or across the world away and will probably never know you exist. Actually don't do that.
Love y'all! :)
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