Paulo's

Summary: Demi Lovato is a waitress and bartender at Paulo's Restaurant. She is seventeen years old and has been working there for two years and is great at her job. But when she comes home from a party one night with her best friend Tiffany, she finds that she has to have an arranged marriage to a guy four years older than her. But why is he four years older than her? And why are her parents allowing it? Rated M for future chapters and language.
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Chapter one: Thank god its Friday!

Demi sighed as she pulled her last pint from Paulo's Bar that night. It had been a long day, even though it was 9:30pm she was so exhausted. Being at school all week from 8:30am-3:15pm and then in Paulo's Restaurant from 5:00pm till late, on weekends and holidays that is. Paulo's is a great place to work, she gets paid $40 an hour(as well as tips) because it is the finest Restaurant in town. And at least Paulo treats his staff with respect, other jobs she has had treat her like dirt. Also she had detention after school today which made her late for work. Stupid math teacher Mrs Lewis!

She was glad it was Friday. She didn't have to work this weekend, she could relax. She smiled at the thought of that, even though she knew Tiffany would probably wake her up early in the morning because she would be excited to go birthday shopping, then her smile turned into a sort of frown. Demi loves Tiffany to pieces, they have been best friends forever but that girl shops too much.

Something cold dripping from her hand snapped her out of her thoughts, she didn't realise that she over-filled the glass with beer and now her hand was smelling of it.

"Damnit!" she whispered to herself and ran to the sink to wash her hands. "Sorry Alan. Here ya go" She handed him the pint of beer. "That'll be $2.80 please". She said with a smile. Demi had become friendly with the customers since she started working here. All of her close friends worked here so she didn't really need to meet new people. Well except the customers of course.

Alan looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay Demi? You seem a little off?" He spoke as he handed her a five dollar bill.

"Yeah, i'm fine, just tired with school ya'know. And my brothers don't help, keeping me going all the time. I could strangle them all" She replied whilst getting the correct change out of the till. "$2.20 change" She handed him the change with a smile.

"Yeah, i bet four older brothers are a lot to handle" He said with a chuckle. He grabbed his pint of beer, smiled at her and waved off the change "keep the change".

"Thank you!" She shouted as he walked away, he just turned round and smiled. "Nice guy..." She said to herself.

"Who is?"

"God! Tiffany!" Demi jumped and turned round looking at her best friend slash work mate with her hand on her heart. "Why do you always do that to me?" Demi whined.

"I'm sorry, i don't realise i scare you" She looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm not that bad to look at am i? Well... Your brother doesn't seem to think so" She joked.
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Demi POV

I folded my arms across my chest and stook my tongue out at her like a six year old kid and she laughed at me. She made me laugh when she did it back. We just laugh at each others goofiness and stupidity. Hey! Thats what best friends do right? Anyway...

My name is Demetria Devonne Lovato i'm seventeen years old and wish i was an only child. Well... wouldn't you if you had four annoying brothers? I will get to them in a minute. I have long brown hair which i dyed black and always curl(but wear in a high-bun for work)with a side-fringe. I also have brown eyes and a dimple in my chin. I was born on August 20th in Dallas, Texas, i am also part irish from my fathers side and say some weird irish sayings. We moved to Dublin when i was 5 years old for 3 years to stay with my grandma, then California when i was eight years old. My mother is called Dianna and my father is called Patrick and they just HAD to have four boys before me. So unfair but... my brothers mean the world to me, i love them all.

Well... the oldest is Mark Lovato: Aged 23, Paddy Lovato: Aged 21, Antony and Dermot Lovatoare non-identical twins: Aged 19. And then there is me. The youngest child aged 17. When i think of me and my siblings and our not-so-far-apart births. Gosh, how did my parents cope? We have always fought and gotten into trouble in the house and at school. I would say me and Dermot are the most to cause trouble, he was terrible at school and i'm round about the same. I can't help being funny in front of my classmates when the teachers shout at me.

Paddy is dating my best friend Tiffany. Tiffany is 18 years old and like the older sister i never had, i love her to pieces. Tiff felt a bit awkward when Paddy asked her out because her family have known our family since we were born and my brothers are like the brothers she never had, but they wouldn't know anything if they didn't give it a shot and they have been dating since Tiff was 15. Paddy is shy but can be gobby when he wants to. Mark lives with his childhood sweetheart Rachel a few blocks away. Dermot does have a girlfriend but doesn't ever bring her to our house, we don't know why but we don't want to ask him incase he gets embarrased. Yeah he was trouble and not shy at school but when it came to girls, that was different. Antony is going to college to do catering, he wants to be a chef. But we are a great family and love each other very much. I get called short-ass off my brothers because i'm shorter than everyone else but i'm growing and gob-shite off my parents because most of the time i can't keep my mouth shut and i'm dopey sometimes, that makes me laugh. Also we all have talent. We can sing, dance, act, play guitar and piano even drums. I prey that those things make me famous in the future because its all i've dreamed of my whole life.
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Once again i was snapped out of my thoughts by Tiffany splashing some cold water on my face.

"Hey! What was that for?" I snapped

"Sorry, i didn't mean to make you angry. I just wanted to know if you were still coming to my house tonight? But you just kept staring at the wall" She replied with a hint of sadness in her voice. I probably scared her by snapping at her.

"I'm sorry i snapped. I was day-dreaming again wasn't i. I'm really tired. I get narky when i'm sleepy, So i think i'll pass". I said to her whilst yawning.

"Yeah i can tell" She murmered.

"What was that?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"N-nothing. Ahaha! You're hearing things Dem... So are you nearly done so i can drive you home, i have been walking round here for an hour collecting glasses and plates when i have finished for the night?".

"Umm... Yeah it's 10:30pm. I'll just tell Paulo i'm off and get my things".

"Demi? You off home?" Selena shouted to her.

"Yeah, you can have a ride with us if you want? Demi is just saying goodbye to Paulo" Tiffany asked her.

"Alright, Thanks Tiff"
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I popped my head into the kitchen where Paulo spent most of his time."Paulo it's 10:30pm, is it alright if i-" I was cut short of my sentence.

"Of course. Go home. See you Monday and tell Tiffany Happy Birthday for tomorrow also don't forget give her this" Paulo smiled at me and handed me her signed birthday card from all her work mates.

I loved his italian accent. "I will. Goodnight" I smiled back at him before leaving to get my bag.
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I left the Restaurant and was on my way to Tiff's car when i heard my phone ringing. "Ughh! Why do my parents ring me as soon as my phone gets switched on!" I growled rooting in my bag. But what i didn't know was there was someone typing on their phone too right infront of me.

BANG!

I landed on my backside but why didn't he?. Wait... He was cute. I couldn't see his hair colour properly because its was dark and the fact that he had his hood up. But the first thing i noticed was his eyes, those big, bright, blue piercing eyes. I felt myself staring so looked away. Everything had tipped out of my bag and i mentally slapped myself, i could see Tiffany and Selena crying with laughter in the car out of the corner of my eye. How embarrasing!

"Watch where you're going! Are you blind or something". I stood up quickly and he brushed off some invisible dust from his jacket.

"Yeah i'm fine, thanks for asking". I said, he smirked at me and folded his arms. I then kneeled down to pick up my bag and everything that had fallen out.

I felt my cheeks heat up when i seen him checking me out from the corner of my eye. My phone had landed next to his foot and the screen was cracked, he picked up and examined it. He scrunched his nose at my cow-print case "You might wanna get that fixed" He said laughing.

I stood up once everything was back in its original place in my bag and snatched it from him. "Well i never noticed" I said to him, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Shit!" I whispered, my parents will kill me when they see it.

He looked me up and down smirking. Who did he think he was?

BEEP!

"DEMI WOULD YOU STOP FLIRTING AND HURRY UP ALREADY!"

My face turned beetroot red. I can't believe Tiffany shouted that.

He laughed. "Wait... I didn't catch your name?"

"I didn't want you to catch it" I joked and smirked at him before walking to Tiffany's car and getting in the passenger seat. I put on my seatbelt, folded my arms across my chest and huffed at the pair.

"Oh come on Dem, it was a joke" Tiffany was trying so hard not to laugh. I could tell.

"But seeing you fall on your ass was top!" Selena burst out laughing.

"Yes. Yes. Okay. Hardy ha ha. Tiff take me home". I replied with a giggle.

All three girls sat back in their seats and sighed, "Thank god it's Friday!".
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Chapter one DONE! Please review and tell me what you think this is my first story and i want honest opinions. Thanks :)