Demi's P.O.V

I've been trying to get my TCA performance up to the perfection level, but things have been falling apart all around me. I just got my tonsils removed, my drummer is sick, I'm leaving for Kenya soon and I've had too many leaks buzzing around for my liking. On the plus side, Made In The USA has been doing really well, and my Lovatics have helped promote it way more than I could've imagined possible.

I really chose the worst time to get my tonsils removed, but it had to be done. It's never a good time for me, to be honest, it was between choosing a bad time and a horrible time. I, of course, chose a bad time rather than the latter.

As I'm laying in my bed due to this doctor required bed rest after my surgery, I think of a million things I have to get done before I leave for Kenya. I'm eating Pop Tarts, one of the only things besides ice cream I can eat, and think of how awesome it is that Pop Tarts made a box for me. I can't contain my excitement that I open the Keek app on my phone and make a quick video. I post it to Twitter, too, and read some of the first comments that come through almost as soon as I post it. I smile, Lovatics are so cute.

As I'm scrolling through the comments, I receive a call. I smile as I see his name on my screen. He always seems to know when I need to vent, talk or need something.

"Nick!" I scream, well I attempt to scream. Nick has been one of those people that has been with me through everything, and who truly understands me. We have a connection that doesn't require words. He's truly one of my best friends.

"Screaming already? Dems, you know better. You JUST got your tonsils removed."

"Oh come on, Nick. I already have my doctor and my mom on me about this recovering, not using my voice shit, don't get on me too." I can feel Nick smiling through the phone and it makes me smile, too.

"I just want you to recover quickly, Demi. You have to perform at the TCA's..your first performance without tonsils. That's scary." I love how Nick is always watching out for me. It's cute.

"I know, Nick. I'm just...I'm so stressed out. I don't have a drummer right now, I haven't been able to practice, I have to pack, I need to go get all my shots for Kenya. Nick, I'm drowning in everything." I sigh.

"Are you at home?" Why is he asking if I'm home like everything I just said didn't even come out of my mouth?

"Yes, I'm home," I say irritated, "but at my apartment, not my parent's house." Nick hasn't seen my apartment yet. We're both always on the run that we meet up in places like tour buses and vans on the way to concerts and interviews. It's never been ideal for any friendship.

"Oh. What's your address? I'm coming over." Coming over? He's on tour, how does he have the time to come over and deal with all my shit? I express this to him and he simply says, "Demi, I have time. It doesn't matter how I have time, but I do and I'd like to spend that time seeing you." My heart melts when I hear this. That's not something a friend says to another friend, right? And I'm not supposed to feel...giddy and happy and like...like this when we're only friends.

Either way, I grin my stupid, huge grin and give him my address.

"I can't wait to see you, Nicky!" I know what he's about to say because he HATES when I call him Nicky. But I do it anyway because I can.

"Be there soon, Demetria." I scowl when he says my full name, he knows I hate it. But then again, I don't do anything about it because he's the only one I don't exactly mind calling me Demetria. And as much as he fights me when I call him Nicky, I know if anyone else calls him that, that person better run for their dear life.

I hang up and I hop off my bed. I didn't realize until just now that I look and smell like shit. I've had no energy to do anything since my surgery, so nothing is what I've done. Dallas came and visited me the other day and that was fun, as always. Dallas is, hands down, one of the funnest people to talk to and hang out with. I'm always so grateful for getting her as an older sister.

I hop in the shower and quickly wash my hair, body and shave. Just as I'm getting out of the shower, I hear the door bell ring and yell out that I'll be right there. Shit, I didn't bring my clothes in. I shrug and wrap my hair in a towel, and my body in another one. I don't even care that Nick is seeing me like this. He can't exactly see anything.

I open the door and see kind of what I expected to see, Nick but wide-eyed, jaw dropped, and frozen in place. I laugh.

"Oh, please. It's not like you haven't seen a girl naked before, and besides I'm covering everything. Close your mouth before flies fly in." Nick shakes out of his trance, and although he's walking in front of me, he keeps glancing back at me.

"My God, Nick. What in the hell do you keep looking at? I KNOW you've seen a naked girl. I'm your best friend, you've practically seen me naked multiple times."

"Yeah.. but not...like that. Like, you're wet..dripping wet..damn." My jaw drops. I walk over and punch him in the gut, hard.

"Oh my God."

"Ow, that hurt!"

"Good! It should've! I can't believe you're thinking of me like that. I'll be right back...I'll give you some time to take care of that boner." I tease Nick. He has no boner, but he blushes and looks down anyway, just to make sure. I walk away laughing.

I can't believe Nick would've ever thought of me in that way. I put on a black lace thong, jean shorts and my signature Guns 'N Roses t-shirt. My mind begins wandering, and I start thinking about what Nick's body looks like. I know he's muscular. I can feel his muscles on his back and arms when we hug, but I wonder what the rest of his- oh my God, why am I thinking like this. We're talking about Nick. My best friend, Nick.

I put my hair up in a messy bun and walk back to my living room, where Nick is sitting watching TV. We really are best friends if he can make himself comfortable at my home the first time being here. I think back to my thoughts about his body.

"Yo, Demi. Deeeeemiii. Earth to Demi!" Nick lightly slaps me and brings me back.

"Uh..hi." I squirm in my seat. It's so weird to have these thoughts about Nick, especially when he's sitting right besides me. What's wrong with me!

"So you were saying- oh I got myself food and water, by the way. I thought you wouldn't mind," He was right, I don't mind. "Okay, so you have no drummer, you can't practice and you need to pack. I can help with all three of those things." Uh, yeah, sure you can, Nick, I think.

"Oh, really? And how can you, Nick Jonas, help me?"

"Well I can play the drums. I can help you practice when you can sing again, and I can also help you pack for Kenya." I laugh.

"Yeah, right..you don't have time for any of those things, Nick. You're on tour."

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be at the TCAs anyway, and my tour ends soon. And besides, I do have the time and I'd be spending it with my best friend. What's better than that?"

"Wait, are you being serious? You'd be my drummer?" No way, this would be so cool.

"Yeah! You're doing Made In The USA, right? I've already been practicing that because it's what I play at soundcheck. I gotchu, Dems." I leap out of my chair and hug Nick.

"Thank you, Nicky! You're the best!" I kiss Nick on his cheek, and notice him blush right away... odd.

"Don't call me Nicky!" I stick my tongue out.

"Yeah, well what're you gonna do about it, huh?" Nick stands up, and looms over me.

"This," he says, and before I know it, Nick is sitting on me tickling me.

"S-stooooop! Nick! Stttttop!" I yell out in between laughing. I hate being tickled sooo much, but I don't mind it as much when Nick's tickling me.

"Apologize, Demetria." Nick continues tickling me. I'm laughing so hard that I can't breathe.

"Nooo, not if you call me Demetria."

"Well then I guess I CANT STOP TICKLING YOU!"