No Strings Attached

Chapter 1

"Sweetie is everything ready?" Mom asked me for about the fifth time in the last hour. She was busy around the house making sure everything was perfect for my older sister. I sat in the kitchen and watched her fawn over the freshly cooked food and the drinks. Everyone who was not me would think it was a big deal that there older sister was coming home after not seeing her for around six months, but for me I honestly not give two shits about it. It didn't make me über happy but it didn't make me über sad. It just didn't phase me like it had my mother who hasn't stopped moving for the past three days since my sister called saying she was coming home. Realizing I still hadnt answered her, Mom stalked into the kitchen in her white party dress and black kitten heels and a frown on her face.

"Niña! Did you hear me?"

"I think I've given you the same answer for the same question about eighteen times now." I hopped off one of the chairs and rummaged through the pearl white cabinets for something to eat. When I found a box of cookies I turned around and saw my mother looking at me with disgust. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Sweetie why aren't you dressed?" She gestured her pointer finger towards my attire. I was wearing a pair of light washed skinny jeans, a tattered set of converse sneakers and orange plaid flannel that had been my older brothers. My hair that I hadnt even combed was tossed into some sort of bun with strands falling out every which way. I looked FINE.

"I am dressed."

"Honey this a party. You cant be seen in that."

I blinked at her and laughed. "Im dressed, Mom."

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head in disappointment. I rolled my eyes. She should know by now that this was not my style. I was not about to dress up for some sister's welcome home party just for a could fit in with the family. When the next words came out of my mother's mouth were, "Well you better stay up stairs and unseen," I wasn't surprised. It was a ritual. I was always kept away from the spotlight, it was the reason why no one knew that Selena Gomez had a younger sister.

Did I forget to mention that I am Selena Marie Gomez's sister? Yup. That's me. Probably never heard of me right? It's because to the media I don't exist. But anyway, I took my box of cookies and walked up the stairs to my room where I always was. From my window I watched people pull into the driveway in their fancy cars and expensive clothing. Being a Gomez, that was how it was done. "They" lived in diamonds and cars. Surprised I wasn't wrapped up into this disgusting life style? Of course I wasn't. I made it my job to stay away from my family. I was the cast away, but I didn't mind. I liked being different. I liked being normal.

Around nine thirty was when I saw the long black and slick limo pull into the packed driveway. I knew it had to be my sister. From upstairs I heard the people downstairs chatter and clink wine glasses together. I wanted to throw up. But I stayed glued to my window. Realizing that it was enough, I opened the window and climbed out onto the roof. The thing about where my room was, I had access to the flat part of the roof. I was able to sit and watch our estate from every angle. I caught eye of my sister coming out of the limo and like always she was as every bit of perfect as she always. From where I sat, perched on the roof, she wore dark pants, a white blazer and ankle boots. She turned around and leaned back into the limo as if she was getting someone out.I frowned. From what I had heard she wasn't bringing any guest.

But she had. He stepped out of the limo and I had to blink a few times to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. This couldn't be happening. Was that....? I scrambled back into my room and flew down the stairs, hiding in places where I couldn't be detected. The front door opened and my mother squealed running towards her favorite daughter. I stayed behind on the many statues as a swarm of people went to Selena, greeting her and welcoming her. I tried to see her guest again but I was interrupted by my father. He raised and eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes at him.