Disclaimer: None of this really happened and I don't own any of the characters. JSYK.

Hey guys, it's me. Wow that was lame. Anyways I'm at a writers block 4 my other story 'Winning Mitchie' and I just wanted to try something new so, here you go!

Popular.

Rich.

Hot.

Awesome hair.

Those are some of the things you hear when people talk about me.

Demi Lovato.

But with great power comes great responsibility.

Yeah I just stole a line from Spiderman. Deal with it.

What was I saying again? Oh yeah, so I was walking down the stairs when…

"Demi! Come get your panties from the dryer!"

Wrong part! Fast forward, fast forward!

Useless piece of… ok that's good! Stop there!

As I was walking down the stairs I mussed my hair up to give it an edgy look and readjusted the black cord that hung around my neck, adorned with a shark tooth. It was the first one I ever found.

*Flash back*

I was bouncing up and down in my chair excitedly while sipping on a juice box.

"Mommy, I want to go on the beach now please." I stated, throwing her a full-mouth smile. She sighed tiredly, taking a napkin from the wooden table and wiped the corner of my mouth softly.

"You need to finish your food first, Demi." She instructed sternly, her brown eyes reflecting the light that emanated from behind me.

"But ma, I'm not hungry… please?" I did my signature pout and for good measure clasped my hands together and even let my lip quiver a bit.

"Ok, but you better be back when I yell for you missy. Ya hear?" She picked me up as she finished her rant and poked my nose to get her point across before placing kisses on it repeatedly. I giggled at her actions and squirmed in her grasp.

"Yes mommy. I pwomise." I declared, placing her hand over my heart and mine over hers. Her expression turned into a loving smile as she looked down at our hands. She looked at me seriously.

"Promise." She said, her gaze not leaving mine as she set me on the counter. I huffed and kicked my legs in the air, pushing off the marble and running toward the door.

"I do not need speech cwasses!" I yelled frustratedly, sliding open the glass door that led outside.

"Classes!" My mom yelled behind me then proceeded to burst into a fit of laughter.

My hands formed into fists, clenched tightly by my side as I stomped to the water.

The blue incoming tide with tints of sea foam green touched the shore, exposing roots and stealing the sand. I tried to relax and uncoiled my fists, taking a deep breath of the salty air. Closing my eyes, I pushed all of the negative thoughts away and tried my best to let the serene feeling take over.

I slowly opened my eyes and my stare was met with brown eyes paired with black curls. I squealed loudly and pounced on the slightly older girl.

"SEWENA!" I yelled, clutching her torso tighter to me.

"Hi Dems." She giggled and smiled sweetly at me.

"Sewena! Oh my god… I can't..." I looked over Selena's shoulder in the embrace and saw my mom bounding over in a fit of laughter while leaning on a pole for support.

"I DO NOT NEED A SPEECH CWASS!" I wrenched out of Selena's hug and she stood there, momentarily frozen.

I kicked the ground harshly, and the sand flew away with the wind, twirling like that of a dancer. I felt a sharp pain as my foot came back into contact with the ground. I yelped and crumbled there by Selena who was by my side in seconds.

She hunched over and inspected my feet, carefully lifting each one. Her face contorted in pain as she looked over my right foot.

"How bad is it?" I sniffled, trying to turn my foot around to peek at it but it was held firmly in her grip. She leaned forward distractedly, wiping a stray tear from my cheek and rubbing the damp finger off on her jeans. I studied her face waiting for her to answer.

"Um… it's best not to think about it…" She gave me a half-smile, half-grimace. I stubbornly tried to turn my food around again but she wouldn't have it. I huffed and she looked down, hiding her smile. She started rubbing soothing circles around the damaged tissue and I sighed.

"Demi! I'm coming! Hold on baby girl!" I turned my head and saw my mom running in this direction lugging a giant first aid kit and balancing two water bottles in her left hand.

The first aid kit was dropped haphazardly into the sand as she hurriedly sat down next to me. Selena moved over to the left to make room for her. Selena's hand gripped mine as the wound was cleaned expertly.

I gritted my teeth as she pulled out something from beneath the skin. I gripped her hand tighter and turned to glare at her.

"Why didn't you tell me there was something in my foot?" I raised my eyebrow and she just smiled sheepishly, shrugging.

"I didn't want you to freak out." She said, staring at my mom distractedly. I followed her line of sight and gasped, snatching the object from her palm.

"It's a shark toof!" I cheered, looking at it in awe. I traced the jagged edges carefully and looked at my mom with shining eyes. She just nodded.

"Yep. It is."

*End flashback*

Anyway… my phone buzzed loudly twice, signifying that it was a text message. From Joe. My boyfriend.

Hey babe… we need to talk…

Oh no… this can't be good. Three periods? He never uses three periods! What is it? Some type of Morse code? Oh god I think I learned that. Three means S.O.S, doesn't it?

I had no time to mull over my thoughts as I hopped into my car and sped down the road to school. I arrived within five minutes because it was relatively close to my house. I swung dangerously fast into my spot and walked towards Joe who was sitting on top of a picnic table while absentmindedly playing his guitar.

He was dressed in black skinny jeans paired with black and white high tops, and a white shirt that clung to his body in all the right places.

I silently sat next to him and he nodded his head to greet me.

"Hey Dem Dem." He grinned at me, his long dark hair barely covering his eyes. I smiled widely at the nickname he used and he returned it sweetly.

"Joey." I cooed and saw him perk up at the use of the word. He strummed a cord on his guitar before abruptly setting it down on the wooden table beside him.

"Demi, I have to talk to you about something." He forced out. The words hung into the air. I didn't look at him, I just stared ahead. I was afraid to look at him. Afraid of rejection. I looked down and played with the hem of my white vest that I had on over a red Ramones shirt and some black skinny jeans.

He stopped my mannerisms with his hand and pulled me towards him, me facing him now. He cleared his throat awkwardly and folded his hands in his lap.

"Well um… where should I start? There have been some… rumors" He started, paying careful attention to his word choice. I have never seen Joe this nervous before. He's usually laidback and happy-go-lucky. How bad could these rumors possibly be? Bad enough for him to break up with me?

I started plucking the strings on his guitar and humming a song I wrote. I leaned my head forward a little, hinting for him to go on. He didn't take the hint and I sighed and shook my head. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

"And?" I motioned with my hands to continue. He looked at me confused for a second.

"Oh! Well, is it true?" He asked, flicking the hair out of his eyes with a hand.

"Is what true?"

"Oh… I thought you would know since it's about you." He shook his head at himself.

"What is it? Who told you?" I demanded, setting down Joes guitar and sitting up straighter.

"Ok I'm just going to come out and ask you… so here I go…" I nodded my head eagerly for him to continue and placed a hand on his knee encouragingly.

"Demi… are you gay?"

I was appalled. Where did anyone get that idea? Sure I do dress a little off, but I've never acted like I was romantically involved with a girl, ever. Unless… someone misread me and Selena's relationship. We were just really touchy feely and she was very protective of me and didn't like to share me with anyone. Plus I have been dating Joe for six months and have had boyfriends before that.

I realized I had yet to say something to Joe.

"No Joe. I'm not gay. Who told you that?" I asked curiously, removing my hand from his knee.

"Miley. Lilly told her. And don't worry, not many people have heard so you can act on it before the whole school catches wind." He explained, looking at the wispy clouds painted in the sky.

"Act on it?" I asked, confused. He sighed heavily and looked me squarely in the eye.

"Look Demi, I think it'd be better if we weren't together anymore." He averted eye contact and got off the table, standing in front of me.

"But Joe…" I pleaded, on the verge of tears. I gripped his shirt under the collar in my hands and stared intensely at him. This couldn't be happening. Shouldn't. This shouldn't be happening.

"Don't cry. You're too beautiful to cry." He whispered, brushing his thumb under my eye, preventing the droplet from running down my cheek.

"Look, I'm not breaking up with you because I think it's going to ruin my reputation or anything. I just think you need to find yourself. And don't worry, I won't be going out with anyone else. I only want you."

His words lingered in the air and when he walked away I imagined the leaves that were crushing under his feet were my heart. I couldn't speak. But when I did speak he was already too far away.

"I don't understand! Why did you do it? I'm not gay!" I yelled at his retreating form. He turned around and sent me a sad smile before disappearing behind a building. The bell rang and I saw all the late students moan and head to the office.

I picked up Joe's guitar that he left and plucked the strings and watched as the last of the students filed into the school. I wouldn't be going inside anytime soon. I focused on the pretty side of the school, turning around on the table and placing my feet on the wooden bench.

I loved this view of the school, rather than the parking lot. It had a lot of great memories. The butterfly garden that we built last year was one of them. Selena, Nick, Miley, Lilly, Kevin, Joe, David, Jen, Taylor and me stayed after school to finish it.

We were the last people at the school besides the principal and we got to roam the halls like we owned the place.

I smiled to myself as the wind blew through my straight brown hair, making it catch on my lip. I brushed it out of my face carelessly and stared at the goldenrod that Selena and I had planted.

It was the only plant that had lasted through the year. All the other ones had to be replanted. Selena joked it was because were awesome. I joked it was because it was the only one Joe hadn't touched. We called him dead hands for a while after that.

I sighed heavily, sick of remembering. Sick of thinking. It will always come back to one person.

My hands instinctively started playing what I was feeling. I let the words flow out into the air, singing quietly. The silence paired with the music and the soft singing made it eerie, and that's how I was feeling.

Who's to know my world
Who's to share my worry
Mountains rise and fall all the time
And it doesn't mean a damn thing to God
So make believe in miracles instead

Who's to show no fear
Then cast the first stone at the mirror
And break the spell you put on yourself
And crack your shell wide open again
And make believe in miracles my friends

Who's to give everything
Just to serve what they believe in
That's the way you play the game of life
You create the world you want to see outside
And remember what it's like to play God
And make believe in miracles again
Make believe in miracles my friends

I kept playing the song after the lyrics ended, liking how it enhanced my mood. I hummed along and looked over to the butterfly garden once again.

"Nice song." A voice said from behind me.

Do you like it? YOU BETTER. Questions? Suggestions? Lol that rhymed. Ok well anyway, how are you guys? I've been okay. Hope you had a good day today etc. I can't wait for the new PLL on tonight :) Should I keep writing? REVIEW PL0X :D