CONVERTED: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7155934/1/Forcing-You-to-Participate
Selena and Demi had been best friends since middle school and Selena was one of the few people who had always known about Demi's biggest secret.
And sure, there had been a time when she had been shocked about it, but those days were long gone.
Nowadays, she mostly just imagines what it must have been like for Demi to have this kind of pressure on her at all times, never knowing who to trust, never knowing if she could reveal herself to someone or if it was too dangerous and she couldn't fathom how Demi could still be so sure of herself when she's been through so much.
But that was a story for another time, now she really had bigger fish to fry.
Because even though her best friend was different from everybody else, Selena had always admired her for standing up for herself, for never yielding, never giving in, never relenting, whereas Selena, albeit opinionated and not afraid of confrontation either, had never been able to get the neanderthals of the hockey and football team of Miami High off of her back.
Now matter how often she told them to mind their own business, they never seemed to get it and kept on harassing her whenever they saw fit.
Of course they didn't have the balls to throw slushies in her face when Demi was anywhere around because they knew very well how fast Demi and then in turn Dallas could beat the shit out of them for even trying anything fishy around her. Unfortunately those two couldn't always be around her and even though Justin followed her around the rest of the time like an over-grown puppy, he was never brave enough to stand up to them for her sake or to push himself in the line of fire.
So naturally, Selena was always awed by Demi's courage, so much that some of the time it was almost close to the hero-worship Selena felt for Ed Sheeran Streisand. Although, admittedly, her love for Sheeran differed greatly from how she felt about one Demi Lovato.
After all, they were best friends.
And Selena knew, even though Demi was strong in every sense of the word, she could never hurt Selena, which was the exact reason why Selena was about to ask what she was about to ask. Because behind the black haired girl's strong exterior and all the walls she had built over the years to protect herself, she was kindhearted and tender and would do whatever it took to make sure Selena was always as comfortable as she could be.
She just hoped that Demi would accept her request.
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"Demi, may I ask you a question?"
Selena and Demi were sitting in the black haired girl's bedroom, up until a few minutes ago they had been busy with their homework and Demi was still lounging around on her bed, flipping through her argyle folder, searching for the biology homework she had finished last week and that was due on Monday.
Raising her head, she looked expectantly at Selena, frowning slightly as she watched the tiny girl fiddle nervously around with a pen in her lap.
Selena was almost never nervous around anyone, least of all her.
Usually, it only happened when the singer wanted something from Demi. Something the brunette knew Demi wouldn't willingly give to her, or she had a problem she knew Demi wouldn't take too kindly to.
Maybe Justin had done something stupid again.
If that big idiot does one more thing to hurt my baby, I swear, I'm going rip his fucking lungs out and shove them up his ass, she thought as she examined Selena more thoroughly.
