Title: The home (1/?)

Pairing: Demi/Selena

Rating: T?

A/N: Decided to start… A MULTICHAPTERED FIC! Origionally posted on LJ, cba to change the names, if i'm reported, I'm reported, end of. Also, technically it's legal, cause DEMI LOVATO & SELENA GOMEZ were BOTH on 'Studio DC almost Live', AS THEMSELVES! ha! take that

Disclaimer: Didn't happen between these two girls, although it may have happened between some other random girls.

Summary: Demi and Selena both live in a group home, they share a room, they're both 15 (sorry, I just don't know if they'd have to leave the foster home if they were 17), and are both closet lesbians. What will happen? :O

Demi's POV (aged 12)

"Demi, Melinda wants to see you in her office." Peter called from my bedroom door. I rolled my eyes and jumped down from the top bunk of my bed. Whatever I was getting blamed for this time… well, I'd probably done it, but Melinda didn't need to know that.

I walked down the hallway, and down the flight of stairs to Melinda's office, which was the first door as soon as you walked in through the front door.

I didn't bother knocking, the last time I bothered knocking on her door I was 7 years old. She knew I wouldn't knock anyway.

"Look, whatever I'm getting blamed for this time, I wasn't there, and no-one can prove that I was." I recited the same speech I said every time I got called into her office. This time I was either getting screwed for; the spray paint on the front door, the stink-bomb in the bathroom, or the cling-film on the toilet seats in the girls bathroom.

"Demi, sit down, you're not in trouble… this time." She added, knowing that next time I was called into her office, I probably would be in trouble.

"Alright, What's up then?" I asked as I rested my feet on her desk, smirking when I saw her facial expression.

"Demi, in about… 10 minutes, Joanna will be here with a new girl, she's only a month older than you, and she'll be sharing your room with you. Her name's Selena, and it's her first time in a group home, or any home that's not her own. I want you to look after her, and be her friend, okay?" Melinda asked me. I rolled my eyes, because I knew it wasn't really a question. I didn't have a choice, I'd have to look after her.

"Whatever. Why's she coming here?" I asked, wanting to know if it's just another kid whose parents were to lazy to look after them.

"Well, she's been in hospital for a week, and after she got out this morning, she was taken straight to the police station to give statements, so she's been there for around 6 hours." She didn't answer my question.

"Why?" I asked again.

"Her mother abused her, and last week, She was rushed to hospital after the neighbours heard screaming and called the police. Her mom had thrown a plate at her and it smashed into her head. She passed out, and obviously, woke up in the hospital, 3 days later. They kept her in for the week. She's been giving statements about her mom abusing her, and her mom's boyfriend raping her, continuously." Wow, that's rough.

"Oh… that's bad. Yeah, sure, I guess I'll look after her." I decided it might be okay, she's had a rough past, I'll give her a chance.

"Okay… Now, since you're in here, We need to have a talk, your councillor called this morning, you missed your session with her last night, why?" She asked me, her eyes boring into mine.

"I don't like her, she's not helping me. If anything, she's making things worse. She talks to me like I'm a kid who doesn't understand anything she's saying." I told her. It was true, the councillor did talk to me as if I didn't have real problems, and as if I don't have a worse past than most people can imagine.

"I'm sure she doesn't."

"She does. Anyway, I don't see why I still have to go, I've been going every Friday night since I was 5 years old and got thrown in this place. If she was going to help me, she would have by now. Can you please cancel it. I don't like her, and I don't like the way she speaks to me." I practically begged her not to send me again. She looked at me, and obviously saw that I genuinely hate it there.

"Okay, you don't have to go anymore, but if at any point you feel like you need to talk, come and talk to me, okay?" She asked. I nodded, it was a reasonable request.

There was a loud knock at the door, and Melinda called the knocker in. Joanna walked in, alone.

"Where's the new kid?" I asked, as Melinda opened her mouth, probably to ask the same thing.

"She's shy, she won't get out of the car." Joanna said, probably thinking of a way to get her out of the car.

"I'll go get her out." I told them, and before they could stop me, I was walking out of the door, out to the 7-seater car that was used alongside the mini-bus when we all went on 'holiday'.

Through the window, I saw her sitting on the middle row of seats looking out of the other window. Her hair was gorgeous, about 3 inches below her shoulders, and really dark. It was wavy, which I guessed was natural.

I tapped the window with my knuckles, and she jumped, before turning in my direction. She'd been crying, but even through the red puffy eyes, and tear streaks, I could see that she was beautiful. She looked down again, and I opened the door, because she'd seen me, so I wouldn't scare her.

I sat in the car next to her, and turned to face her.

"Hey, I'm Demi." Nothing. "You're gonna be sharing my room, and I'm gonna be looking after you." Again, nothing. I was about to say something else, when I saw that she was crying.

"It'll be okay, you know? It's not as bad in this place as people would think it'd be. We're all like a big, if slightly dysfunctional, family here. You're lucky really, you got sent to one of the only good kids homes." I tried to make her smile, or stop crying at least, but she didn't.

We sat in silence for a while, I couldn't think of anything to say, I was mesmerised by her beauty.

Then she spoke.

"I'm scared." Two words, that's all, but it made me want to hug her, and rock her, and let her cry, and let it all out, and then make it all better.

"I know you are, I was scared when I had to come here, but after like, 2 weeks, you get to know everyone, and it's all okay. This place isn't like other kids homes, the older kids don't bully the younger kids, we have nice clothes and food, and other kids don't steal your stuff, we all get along." I told her, She seemed to be a little bit more happier when I told her this.

"How long have you been here?" She asked me.

"Since I was 5." I answered.

"Why?"

"I'll tell you when you come inside, Okay?" I offered, putting a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, and gasped at the contact.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise." And she smiled weakly at that. She followed me into the house, and into Melinda's office, where Melinda and Joanna were sitting at Mel's desk, waiting for us. They smiled when they saw us, and we sat down on two of the spare chairs.

"Selena, I'm Melinda, I'm in charge of this place, and if you've got any questions or problems, you can just come to me, my office door is always open for a chat. You've got counselling sessions organised for once a week to help you get through all what you've been through…"

"No. I'm not going to see a councillor, I don't need one, I know what happened, talking won't help, So if you don't mind, I want you to cancel them." She said stubbornly.

"Okay, I think we can do that, but anyway, You're sharing a room with Demi, and I suppose if you do want to talk, Demi will talk to you, won't you Demi?" She asked towards me. I nodded. "Okay, well, Demi will tell you the rules when you get upstairs, and you'll have your school transferred to the local high school ready for you to go there after the Christmas holidays, and that's basically it. Breakfast's at 10 on a weekend or school holiday, lunch is at 1.30, and Dinner is at 6. On school days Breakfast's at 7, and obviously you'll have lunch at school. Okay, so, that's it, Demi, will you help her take her suitcases upstairs?" She turned to me. I nodded again, and Silently signalled Selena to follow me as I carried one of her 2 suitcases upstairs and into our room.

"This is our room, the bottom bunk's yours, there's an empty closet over there that you can put your stuff in. You can feel free to borrow any of my make-up or clothes or whatever, as long as you put it all back after and tell me." I told her.

She thanked me, and I helped her unpack her stuff, it only took half an hour, and after that, she sat on her bed, and I sat on the floor opposite her, watching her.

"So, how come you're here?" She asked after a short while of silence.

"When I was living with my parents, my Dad used to come home drunk every night, and abuse me, my mom died shortly after I was born, so she was never around. My dad never enrolled me in school, and we lived off benefits, he'd go out to the pub every day, at like 11AM, and I'd be left home all day, he never left me any food, or anything like that. When he got back, he'd always shout at me, hit me, and… he made me have sex with him as well. One day, I went out, when he was at the pub, I walked through New York, on my own, 4 years old, looking for a nicer dad. I saw a man that was in the park with 2 other kids, he was having fun, so I went up to him, and asked him to be my new Daddy. He asked me why, and I said it was because my Daddy hurt me, and left me home alone, and I didn't like him. He took me down to the police station, and I ended up here, and my Dad's in prison." I told her. I smiled slightly, not because of what happened, but because of how kind that one random man was.

"Ouch, that's bad."

"Yeah, we're both here for pretty much the same reasons I guess." I said. She nodded, and lay back on the cushions.

Something told me that this was the beginning of a very beautiful friendship.