Higher Stakes [Strings: Part 1]

Chapter 1: Trouble in Lalaland

This story was written ages ago like seriously ages ago. I posted it on one site before but I deleted it and decided to post it here instead. This is a simple fanfiction where I was obsessed with one particular crackship. LOL. I was a huge fan of Demi and Selena (still am) and this one British lad. This is basically the fruit of that obsession and I hope y'all would love it as much as I do.

If you like it, please give a review. I would like to read what y'all think of this old thang. Have fun reading it as I love writting it ^_^

Chapter 1: Trouble in Lalaland

Waking up and getting off bed early in the morning. Every day was hectic and stressful. Single sip of a Starbucks coffee, every Californian hopped off and went to work.

City streets filled with cars in different colors, shapes and sizes. Honks of different cars heard as the drivers whined and intensely discussed about the traffic to themselves in their respective vehicles.

Over at where stars are shining and building their way up the staircase of Hollywood, two young girls sat on their couch, each minding their own business and do what they most want to do at their free time. Even though, these free times were only just for a short moment.

A young woman in her 20’s with a long wavy blonde hair shining in the bright plain lights in the dressing, pulled her tight blue jeans covered leg up over to the coffee table and flipped another page of Women magazine while he took slow sip of her Starbucks ice coffee.

Blue-colored fingernails tapped against the forth and back cover of the magazine, she let out a calming low voice, “gossips are everywhere nowadays. Some seem reasonable but some sounded irrelevant. Listen to this one, ‘High class cable show actor got himself into another public fight as he and his entourages misbehave at a city club. This mark his fifth time in the cell but nothing going to get this former child star back to where he was.’ Just look at it, it’s just ridiculous.”

“We don’t know whether it’s true or not.” A girl sitting on the edge of the couch with a black Gibson acoustic guitar lied on her lap leaning against her chest and arm gave in her opinion.

Her long brown hair tied up in a knot behind her head, showing up her slight pale colored complexion. Hands moving strumming up and down the 6 strings created a melodic yet melancholic tune which had the young singer humming.

This addicting new tune had her blonde friend smile with sweetness and proud. She truly believed in her friend’s talent which may one day bring her up to where she should be in the business, the top of the food chain, the top of the charts.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” the brown haired young girl answered. Pressing the speaker against her ear, she waited for a reply from the other end of the line.

A husky low voice replied, “Hey Babe. Do you want to go out tonight? Just us two. What’d you say?” he went too fast.

“I’m so sorry, No can do.” she said.

“Why not?”

“Well…” it is quite hard trying to explain to your boyfriend about your ‘date’ with your best friend. That is without trying to set someone time bomb off. “Selena and I are having dinner together.”

“Again?” he roared. “What the hell? I thought you are my girlfriend. Not G-mez. Fuck her! You’re coming with me tonight.”

“Trace, please, I just can’t come with you. I made a promise-“

“So make your damn choice, me or G-mez.” Trace Cyrus forced through the line. Even in the phone, Demi can feel the pressure he set on her without seeing any physical feature.