Fight -Justlena- Episode 7

Selena: The phone shrieked obnoxiously. I groaned and rolled on my side in bed, the clock read 2:30 A.M. I groaned again and grabbed the phone blindly off the nightstand. "Hello?" I muttered groggily into the reciever. "Sel," Demi sounded excited, "I've got proof! Proof that Justin didn't kill Mary!" "REally?" I gasped, sitting up so fast it gave me a whiplash, "do tell!" "Why don't I let HIM tell you. The police will let him talk. Here." there was a scuffling and Justins voice came on. "Hey Selena, " he sounded undoubtably pleased, I assumed he and Demi were getting along now. "Hey Justin," I said excitedly, already getting out of bed and throwing on some jeans, "do tell." "well, the bartender from that night is a good friend of mine. He was kind enough to take pictures of Chaz, Zayn and I on that night. And on the pictures, because of his old fashioned camera, says the time, and date in which the pictures were taken. Exactly the time when Mary was murdered." I gasped happily, "Oh my gosh this is a huge breakthrough! I'll be down in-" I stopped abruptly. How could I just leave Avery home alone? I could ask Ariana but..that'd be a huge favor, espescially this late. No, I had to. "Sel?" Justin asked over the phone, "you okay?" "Just fine," I said, "I'll be there and we can talk in five minutes!" I hung up and rushed out, grateful Ari was a good friend. End of POV--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Demi: When Sel arrived I left her alone with Justin. We'd been talking for hours and I had alot of good information to back us up on the case. I told her I had to get home before Sterling woke up, or else he'd be worried sick. Justin stopped me on the way out and shocked me by...by hugging me. "Thank you," he whispered in my ear as I walked out, flabbergasted. I opened the door to the apartment slowly and crept in. My surprise reentered my body when I saw all the lights were on. I rounded the corner and set my bag down on the little chair. I raised my eyebrows. Sterling was sitting on the couch, his blonde head in his hands. "Sterling?" I asked, "Are you okay?" His head jerked up and he stared at me in disbelief. "DEMI!" he cried jumping up and scooping me up in his arms, "oh my god!" "What's going on?" I asked, barely able to breath in his bone-tight grip. "you scared the hell out of me!" he sounded about ready to cry, "I was so scared! I called the POLICE Demi! The damn police! Oh my god! Don't ever scare me like that again! Why wouldn't you tell me you were leaving? Where did you go?!" "Oh Sterling I'm sorry," I said, horrified with myself, his face was pale and he looked like a ghost, "I'm so stupid. I should have left a note or something. I went off to do some extra work. Oh god, I'm so sorry-" "It's okay baby, as long as you're safe." he pressed his lips against mine almost urgently and I kissed him back with great passion and relief. "I love you so much Demi," he whispered in my ear, and I was eerily reminded of Justins whispered thanks. "I love you too Sterling." and I held him just a bit tighter. End of POV----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------