high school love a semi story

high school love a semi

~SELENA~

~ Selena's P.O.V. ~

Wow! Did that just happen? Did I seriously go and talk to Demi? Oh my god, I did! And I hugged her too! Right after I got her number. Wait! I got her number! I got THE Demi Lovato's number! Oh my god that's amazing! I bet your wondering why I'm freaking out so much huh? Well, the answer is simple. As you now know, I have a crush on Demi. A HUGE crush actually. But you don't exactly know how long I've liked her, do you? Well then I'll tell you. I've liked her since the ninth grade. Long time right? Now I know what you're thinking. You've liked her for three years but haven't spoken to her once? My answer is yes, of course. Why? Well because I'm shy. Always have been up until today. I don't know what caused me to just go up there. It wasn't Miley because I could have easily ignored her. I guess it was just because I was tired of not doing anything about it. I mean, how am I going to know if she even thinks of me that way if I don't even talk to her?

"Finally! God you take forever!" Miley said to me as I approached her car.

"Oh shut up. You know I was talking to Demi. And by the way, I saw you looking over at us with Alyson. You're not very subtle," I replied to her as I got in the car.

"Yeah well, I wasn't trying to be," Miley replied.

"Well you really should. It makes you look like a stalker if you don't. And slow down! I don't want to go to the hospital today thank you very much, " I said as she sped down the street.

"Alright, alright! Geez. No need to jell," Miley said as she slowed down a bit. "Swear you're like my mother sometimes."

"Well sorry for not wanting to crash. I don't need an injury at the moment. Especially since I finally talked to Demi," I said. As soon as her name came out of my mouth, her face popped into my head. I instantly smiled.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You know you really should-" she started but stopped as she looked over at me. "What are you all smiled about?" she asked as she started smiling as well.

"Oh nothing," I replied, the smiled on my face not once moving.

"Oh! Now I know," she said as I looked over at her.

"What?" I asked her.

"You're thinking about Demi aren't you?" she asked, her smiled getting impossibly bigger.

I blushed. "What? Psh, no. Why-why would you think that?" Dangit! I stuttered! Now she'll never believe me. Yet, I don't think she would have either way.

"You stuttered. Now I KNOW you're lying. But even if you hadn't, I still wouldn't have believed you. Why? Because I'm you're best friend and I know you that's why." See! I told you! And god I hate it when she asks and then answers her own questions. It's like, why would you ask a question only to answer it yourself? Oh wait. I do that too don't I? Oh man I do! Gah! I just did it again! Man now you all think I'm a freak now don't you? What am I saying? Of course you do! Ahh, I did it again! You know what? I'm just going to stop talking to myself and reply to Miley.

"So what if I was thinking about her? Am I not allowed to?" I asked her as we reached my house.

"Of course you're allowed to. I never said you weren't," Miley said as she closed her car door.

"Good then. Cause even if you did, I'd still do it. Just sayin'," I don't even know if that made sense to her at all. Oh well!

"O-kay. You know, you're a weird child," she said as we reached my room.

"Hey that's not a very nice thing to say!" I yelled at her.

"Yeah, yeah," she said as she plopped down on my bed. "Hey why don't you text Demi?"

"Why?" I asked. Honestly, I hadn't even thought about texting her yet. You'd think I would right?

"Well you like her right?" she asked as I nodded. "Then text her. Start a conversation and get to know her. Who knows, maybe she'll ask you out," she said and added a little wink before giggling.

"But why do I always have to make the first move? Why can't she?" I practically whined.

"Because you like her. How are you gonna know if she likes you or not unless you text her?

"But-" I started only to have Miley cut me off.

"Oh would you stop complaining already and just do it!" she practically screamed at me.

"Oh fine!" I pulled out my phone from my bag that sat on the floor near the door. I inwardly laughed. Floor by the door. Ha-ha! Anyways! I scrolled down to her name and typed up a message. Now for the hard part. I quickly pressed send as the message sent.