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Oh My Guard; Episode 19 [We Can’t Stop the World]

Ella blushed, her entire body heating up in an instant. “We uh,” she said, trying to separate their bodies, “we should maybe go inside to write the song. We don’t have any, uh, paper.”

Drake laughed and let her go, grabbing her hand. “Follow me, okay?”

“No.”

He laughed loudly again, shaking his head. Quickly, he wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her, carefully, to the bottom of the tree. “See? I protected you,” he whispered, his hands on her hips and their foreheads touching.

Ella closed her eyes and took a deep, sharp breath. “God, Drake. My head is spinning.”

“It looks okay to me,” he said, chuckling a little as his fingertips traced her cheeks. “It always looks okay to me.”

She blushed again and couldn’t help but smile. “Please, let’s go in.”

“If that’s what you want, m’lady,” he said, with his constant charm. “Let’s go.” Drake grinned and linked his arm with hers, leading her inside.

“What’re you two doing?” Ms. Moore asked, when Drake and Ella entered the house.

Drake smiled, innocently, as he patted Ella’s hand gently. “Just doin’ my job,” he said, “protectin’ our superstar.”

Ms. Moore smiled and Ella blushed, as Drake took her into the kitchen. He grabbed a pad of paper off the counter and the pen that was next to it, before sitting down next to Ella.
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It was twenty minutes later, and all Drake and Ella had done was laugh and goof off about the song. “How about: B to the O to the U to the N to the C to the E, wait I can’t dance!” Drake had suggested, making them both go into a fit of laughter. Ever since then, nothing was serious.

“I wish we had more time,” Ella said thoughtfully, looking at the clock that read, “7:14 PM.”

Drake shrugged, smiling along with her. “We can’t stop the world.”

Her eyes lit up instantly. “That’s it!”

“That’s what?”

“Shh,” she urged, grabbing the pen. She began scribbling a few words onto the pad of paper, before handing it over to Drake.

He read them aloud. “We can’t stop the world, but there’s so much more that we could do. You can’t stop this girl, from falling more in love with you.” He looked up at her, then back at the first lyrics of the chorus, then back to her. “It’s awesome, Ella.” He, too, then scribbled down some lyrics.

By the end of the night, they were making a melody to the verse of a song they’d created.

“We can’t stop the world, but there’s so much more that we could do. You can’t stop this girl, from falling more in love with you. You said, ‘Nobody has to know, give us time to grow, and take it slow’. But I’d stop the world, if it’d finally let us be alone; let us be alone…”

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Replay: Season 3: Episode 46

(Demi’s POV)

Sitting down on Nick’s living room couch, my legs bounced nervously as I watched him pace in front of me. He looked quite fucking scared too, but even more freaked out.

“There’s no way,” he whispered, shaking his head. “There’s just no fucking way, Demi.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Your parents aren’t fucking kidnappers,” he snapped, “and you’re NOT my sister.”

Confused yet?

Let me explain.

Mr. and Mrs. Jonas apparently… know my parents. And, supposedly, my parents kidnapped me when I was a baby—from the Jonas family that consisted of a mom, dad, and three brothers: Kevin, Joe, and fucking Nick. That makes me a participant in incest. Twice.

Great, right? Oh, yes. It’s fantastic.

That ruined the sex I was going to get tonight.

Thanks Mama and Papa Jonas.

But, before we could get anymore information, the two of them had left the diner, leaving Nick and me alone to figure out why the fuck in the world I fucked my supposed brother.

“Maybe they don’t like me,” I said, hoping it would sound better, aloud, than in my head. “And maybe they want us to break up so they came up with whatever shit this is.”

Nope. It sounded worse.

He stopped pacing and looked at me. “Demi, what are we going to do? What if it’s the truth?”

I didn’t say anything, because I honestly didn’t know what the answer was. What if there wasn’t an answer?

“I love you.” Nick didn’t meet my gaze. Was he embarrassed? “I know that. I know that I love you, Demi. It won’t change.”

“Maybe it won’t have to,” I said, before I really thought about it. “Really, Nick. Maybe we’re missing something.”

He still looked hesitant, but sat down next to me and took my face between his hands. His eyes closed and so did mine, as my breath caught at his very touch. No way could my… my brother have this damn effect on me.

His lips were so close. They were so God damn close, but he wouldn’t touch them to my mouth. “Why won’t you kiss me?” I whispered, my voice practically just a breath of air.

Nick slowly inched forward, so his lips were just teasing me. “I want to. I really do.”

“Then do it.”

Tears filled my eyes when I realized he wasn’t going to kiss me. I can’t give up on him, I thought, I can’t give up on us.

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Replay: Season 3: Episode 45

(Selena’s POV)

When Logan and the guys came back from the cafeteria, Taylor was asleep, beside me.

Yes, in the bed.

No, we didn’t kiss or anything—as much as I wish we had.

Marc had his eyebrows raised before he grinned. “I see someone is feeling better.”

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Shut up, smartass,” I replied. “He hasn’t slept in over a day.”

“So you guys are cool now?” Logan asked, sitting in the seat beside the mattress.

My eyes found Taylor’s peaceful yet tired face, and I frowned a little, knowing I’d somewhat caused his exhaustion. “Kind of.”

“Now she’s gonna tell us we missed the make out,” Rob said, with a wink in my direction.

I grinned and shook my head. “Sadly, no. Nothing like that happened. Sorry to disappoint, Rob.” Absent-mindedly, I twirled a piece of Taylor’s hair between my fingers, since his head was resting on my chest.

Johnny, then, stepped up at the foot of my bed. “Are you feeling okay?”

I met his eyes and nodded. “Yeah. The doctor brought in some medicine earlier, while you guys were eating.”

He nodded and looked away, biting his lip.

(Demi’s POV)

“So, Demi,” Mr. Jonas began, “what do you look forward to becoming when you get older?”

I shrugged and nonchalantly pushed the veal as far away as possible from me. “I want to be a musician,” I replied with the most welcoming smile I could muster up.

“Just like Nicky,” his mom added, smiling wide. “You two have a lot in common.”

Nick gave my hand a squeeze, under the table.

I smiled at him, wanting so badly to kiss his lips. “Yeah,” I said, “we do.”

A waitress came up, suddenly, and asked if we’d be ordering dessert.

Nick’s mom was about to say yes to dessert, but he intervened. “Me and Demi have to get going, actually.” He gave me a, “go along with it,” look. “Demi’s mom has been pretty sick lately, so I’ve gotta get her back home.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Jonas said with a frown, “too bad you can’t stay. I hope your mother gets well soon.”

I smiled. “Thank you.”

“What does your mother do for a living?” Mr. Jonas asked.

And, well, this is where things got… rough. “She uh… she doesn’t work.” The two parents exchanged confused glances, so I said, “She’s disabled, and so is my dad. But my dad used to work for a plumbing company.”

“Really? What’s his last name?” Nick’s dad asked.

“Lovato.”

Their faces went pale. They didn’t need to look at each other, because obviously, they both knew what was going on—unlike Nick and me. I was pretty sure Nick had realized that my hand started to sweat more than normal, and my body was starting to tremble with nervousness. What could I have possibly dug myself into this time?

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Replay: Season 3: Episode 44

(Selena’s POV)

“I thought you left me,” I whispered, still stunned. “I thought it was the last time I’d see you, Taylor.” I wouldn’t meet his eyes, and I didn’t want to. I would give into him as quickly as I did, and I really didn’t want that. “You put me through hell.”

He sighed, holding his face in his hands.

Well, fuck. I looked at his vulnerable, tan, muscular, gorgeous… body, and gave in. I gave the fuck in, just like I didn’t want to. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I kissed Logan that night. I kissed Logan a lot that whole week. I’m guessing it was just part of your fucking plan to make me forget you, but it didn’t work. It only made me think of you more.”

Taylor slid his hands down his face, to rest them on the mattress.

“I felt so sick for betraying you. I got morning sickness for the first time, did you know that? You leaving… it triggered a lot of things that I never knew were going to happen. Sure, I knew that I was gonna wake up and vomit at some point, but I didn’t know it would be this soon.” I sighed and felt the tears coming. “I guess I’m still sorry for kissing Logan, even though it’s what you wanted.”

“Selena,” he said, “that’s NOT what I wanted, by far.” His eyes were furious-looking, and his teeth were clenched tightly. “I wanted you to be happy, because I couldn’t give it to you.”

I shook my head and pulled at the roots of my hair. “Taylor, you’re the only fucking thing I need to be happy! You’re the only one that could possibly make me feel happy, ever.”

There was a hint of hope in his sad eyes. “I thought I wouldn’t be around to make you happy, anymore. I wanted you to have happiness, even if it wasn’t with me.” Taylor looked up at me and forced a weak smile. “And I know it’s gonna take a fucking lot of time for you to forgive me, but I’m back and I want to be the person that makes you smile, all the time.”

A smile broke out onto my face, and I earned a genuine one from him. I nodded and wanted to kiss him so badly. “We’ll see.”

He continued to smile and look down at our hands laced together.

(Demi’s POV)

Nick drove us to the diner, and when we got inside, I was surprised to see everybody dressed in tuxes and super-fucking-fancy dresses.

My boyfriend, also in a tux, (and looking mighty hot, I must add) walked up to a dude in a suit and said, “Jonas?”

The guy nodded and pointed us in the direction of Nick’s threatening-as-hell parents.

When we walked up to the table and greeted Mr. and Mrs. Jonas, Nick slipped the jacket off my shoulders and whispered, “Stay calm,” in my ear, while doing so. I smiled and watched him slide out my chair and put the jacket over the back of it.

Was he just fucking perfect or what?

“It’s nice to see you again, Demi,” Mrs. Jonas said, smiling sweetly at me.

The dinner went pretty well. But, when it was time to order, Nick had to order for me because I asked him where the chicken fingers were, on the menu. When my food came, Nick chuckled and took my hand under the table, telling me, quietly, what it was.

“Veal?” I asked, with my eyes wide. “Baby cow, Nick? Really?”

He laughed and shrugged. “It’s… fancy.”

“I hope it’s as fancy as it is cruel,” I muttered, as I cut it slowly.

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Replay: Season 3: Episode 42

(Taylor’s POV)

A few moments of silence passed between us. Selena’s cheeks blushed slightly as she bit her bottom lip.

“Are you going to be okay, though?” she asked, her brown orbs flickering over to me.

I smiled and hesitated. “I’ll be okay after the surgery.” I leaned over and pressed an open-mouthed, slow kiss on her forehead. When my eyes met hers, I bent over just a little to see if she would let me kiss her.

She rejected it—quickly. “Taylor,” she hissed, pushing her small hands against my chest, “no. Just because you’re sick…” Selena swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “That doesn’t mean I’m just going to forgive you.”

I nodded and sat back down, taking her hand again, in mine. “I love you.”

Her lips opened to reply, but she quickly closed them and looked away.

Say it back. Please, just say it back. Say it. Say it, please.

(Miley’s POV)

I gave myself to him. Not that I was a virgin and having sex meant a lot to me anymore, but with Logan, it did. I cared about him, and I wanted him to care about me.

But why wasn’t he calling?

It’s been a day, I reminded myself, only a day.

My fingers hesitated against the buttons on my cell phone. Should I call him or not?

I did, involuntarily.

“Hello?” It wasn’t Logan’s voice, though, that came through the receiver. I recognized it from somewhere, I realized.

“Uh,” I began, “is Logan there?”

There was a pause. “Yeah.”

A pause, this time, on my line. “Well? Can I talk to him?”

“Who is this?”

I held in the groan that wanted to escape my throat so badly. “You have fucking caller ID, douche bag. It’s Miley.”

There was a small chuckle before I heard, “Your girlfriend’s a fiesty one,” before the phone was passed over to Logan. “Hey, Miles.”

I smiled at the small, adorably-awkward voice on the phone. “Hi, Logan.” Feeling kind of… weird, I scratched my head. “I haven’t heard from you, so I, uh… I figured I’d call and see how everything’s going.”

“Sorry about that,” he replied. “Selena’s in the hospital. The doctors said it’s no big deal, though.”

Surprised and guilty, I nodded. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m being such a bitch for suspecting that you… you know, forgot about me after…”

He laughed and most likely shook his head. “No, no,” he said, “I couldn’t forget about you after…”

I, too, laughed and grinned like an idiot. “Really? I thought maybe you’d changed your mind or something.”

“Actually, I was just gonna ask if you wanted to go out again.” His voice returned to its natural awkward, and I nearly giggled like a fan-girl. “Maybe to the beach, or something like that.”

I agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t I?

Replay: Season 3: Episode 43

(Selena’s POV)

I wanted that kiss. I wanted that kiss more than anything.

That’s all I could think about, even after he told me he loved me.

My eyes met his and I could tell he was about to explode. “I love you, too,” I replied quietly, blushing insanely. “I’ve always loved you, Taylor. I always will.”

He smiled half-heartedly and nodded. “Even after what I did to you? Even after what I said?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” I said, smiling sadly.

Taylor rubbed the back of my hand and rested his head on the mattress beside my body. “I do care about you,” he whispered, his eyes closing. “I care so fucking much.”

I closed my eyes, too, and bit my lip.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said, suddenly, “after I tell you, well, everything.”

My eyes snapped open, despite my pain and exhaustion.

(Nick’s POV)

Demi looked… she looked…

“How do I look?” she asked, at the doorway of her bedroom wearing http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=28210695 She twirled around and giggled, biting her lip.

I was at a loss for words, but managed to get out a small choke of, “Gorgeous.”

She blushed wildly and ran over to me, leaning over to kiss me on the lips. “We have…” Quickly, she looked behind her at the digital clock on her night-stand. “…about a half hour.”

Grinning, I slid my arms around her waist and leaned back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. We kissed for a while and her dress was nearly half-off when my phone rang.

“Nicholas!” My mom’s cheery voice rang through the phone. “We’re going to meet you at the Woodsburrow Diner, okay?”

I nodded, mentally groaning. “Sure thing, Ma. Me and Demi’ll be there soon.”

When I hung up, Demi had a silly smile on her face.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Oh, nothing,” she replied, standing up. She reached into her purse and grabbed a tissue, wiping my lips with it. After, she showed me the tissue and said, “Pink just isn’t your color.”

I took the pink-stained tissue and smiled, throwing it into the trash. “It’s your fault you had to dress up like…” I looked her up and down, unable to come up with a great enough comparison. Nothing and no one could compare to Demi. “Well, you looked really fucking amazing. You can’t look like that and expect me not to kiss you.”

She blushed, smiling and grabbing her handbag. “I’m just going to put my lipstick back on and we can leave, okay?”

Still grinning like a love-struck fool, I nodded my head and watched her exit the room.

(Selena’s POV)

Taylor began to tell me how he made some kind of sick-minded plan with Logan, and how the fight and entire “We’re done, Selena, for the last time. I can’t keep doing this with you. I love you. I have loved you since the fucking day I laid eyes on you, but nothing is worth the pain you’ve put me through,” ordeal was fake.

I guess that meant that my pain was fake, too.

It surely didn’t feel like that, though.

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Replay: Season 3: Episode 41

(Demi’s POV)

“What’s it going to be like?” I asked, while Nick sat on my bed and I rummaged through the drawers of my dresser. “I don’t want to be too dressed up, or too NOT dressed up. You know?”

He chuckled and slid off the bed, wrapping his arms carefully around my waist. Nick’s lips found my jaw and his soft, even breaths crashed against my skin. “I’m sorry to say that, no, I don’t know. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out, darling.”

I grinned and continued searching for something to wear. “Please, Nick. Tell me where your parents are taking me.”

“That… place that just opened up in Pitman,” he said with a shrug. “I forget what it’s called.”

My mouth hung open. “Nick!” I squealed, rushing to my feet. He looked up at me with amused eyes. “That’s fucking Woodsburrow Diner! That ain’t no joke!”

He laughed and pushed himself off the ground, running his fingers through my hair. “Demi, my parents already love you. There’s nothing you could do to change their minds now—I promise.”

I shook my head and hugged him tightly. “That’s not always right, Nick. They could change their minds at any second.”

“Then I’ll take you to buy something to wear,” he suggested.

With my eyes wide, I looked up at him. “No!” I objected. “No, I’m just worried.”

He looked even more amused, now. “Why do you have such a problem with me buying you things?”

“I don’t know. It just bothers me.”

“I like buying you stuff,” Nick whispered, kissing my neck multiple times.

Groaning, I pushed myself away from him and shut the drawer I was looking in, hurrying over to the closet.

Nick scoffed and threw himself on the bed. “Tease.”

I grinned and wanted to kiss him once more, but seriously needed to find a classy, drive-Nick-insane-so-much-that-he-fucks-me-in-the-bathroom-during-dessert outfit for this dinner.

(Taylor’s POV)

The guys were at the cafeteria getting something to eat, so I stayed in the room with Selena, waiting for her to wake up. What would I say when she did?

Better figure it out and fast, Taylor.

Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times when she looked over at me, propping herself up on her hands.

“Logan and… everybody went to get food,” I said, before she could say anything.

She fell back onto the bed with a sigh.

“I know, Selena, that I’m the last person you wanted to wake up to—”

“You’re the first person I wanted to wake up to,” she admitted, not meeting my eyes. God, she was adorable when she blushed like that. “I just don’t like telling you that, since you lied to me so much.”

When she finally looked into my gaze, I got hit with all the hurt and pain that I’d caused her. I felt more than terrible. I did it with good intentions, though. Doesn’t that mean anything?

Probably not, but I could still try.

“Do you really…” Her voice was meek and afraid-sounding, while her eyes filled with tears. “Do you really have cancer, though?”

I nodded and went out on a limb, here, by grabbing her hand. To my relief, she didn’t flinch. Slowly, I focused on her fingers while I said, “Yeah. That’s actually why I’m here.”

She stayed quiet for a moment. “You didn’t come here for me?”

Chuckling, I looked into her eyes again. “You just made me get here faster.”

Replay: Season 3: Episode 40

(Selena’s POV)

The room began to spin and the pain in my stomach increased quickly. “You knew he had cancer,” I said, trying my best to keep my eyes open. “You knew and you didn’t… you didn’t tell me…”

Taylor was now next to Logan, his voice urgent when he spoke next. I didn’t know what he said, but it didn’t sound good. Was he worried about me? He left me, though, and said he didn’t care. Why did he sound so worried if he didn’t give a fuck?

Everything went black. I guess I was kind of glad because I wanted to escape. Then again, I wanted to be with Taylor, even if he was a lying, gorgeous bastard.

(Taylor’s POV)

“Maybe you should see if you could get the bed next to hers,” Logan suggested, when he walked with me back to the receptionist. “She’s really… I don’t know. But she misses you a lot.”

I looked over at him. “Do you think she lost the baby?”

He looked away. “I don’t know that either.”

“There’s a doctor in there, right?” I glanced back at her room, only able to see Marc and those two other kids standing outside.

“Yeah,” Logan replied, “they just went in. Didn’t you see?”

No. “Oh, right. Yeah.” I was too distracted about Selena passing out that I hadn’t realized.

He stepped up to the desk and the brunette nurse from earlier came back to my side. “Are you ready to go to your room, now?” She seemed agitated.

“Actually,” I began, “can I stay in the room over there? You know, 513.”

She looked even more annoyed. “I’ll see what I can do, Mr. Lautner.” When she came back, a fake-as-hell smile was plastered on her face. She didn’t want me to be with Selena; she was jealous, most likely. “You can go get settled in the second bed of room 513.”

I nodded and walked toward the room, followed closely by Logan.

When I got inside, two doctors were leaning over Selena’s bed. Her eyes were cracked open only slightly, and she was making small noises of what sounded to be pain. I didn’t like hearing her in such agony. Couldn’t they do something—anything—to take away her pain?

“Hey, uh,” I said awkwardly, “what’s going on with her?”

“Do you know?” one of the kids chimed in.

The older-looking doctor smiled softly and turned to the both of us. “She’s only suffering from what we call Braxton Hicks contractions. They’re a type of contraction that makes the mother feel as if she’s going into labor. It’s nothing we can’t treat.”

I sighed of relief and ran my fingers through my hair. “You can make her feel better? And the baby’s okay?”

He nodded. “Yes, we can.” The man smiled and chuckled light-heartedly. “The baby is very much okay—actually, very healthy, too.”

Another sigh. “Thank you.”

“Are you her brother?” he asked.

My eyes widened, along with everyone else’s in the room. “No. A friend. Kind of.”

He looked suspicious but I could tell that he wasn’t going to ask questions.