I am so sorry for the wait on updating...I have been have family issues but I will try to update more often now...
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I was about to pack up and leave but my phone rang.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Nikki….Are you driving?" My Uncle Joe asked.
"No…I am at a coffee shop.." I said.
"Good….stay there….I heard there is going to be a big storm and I don't want you caught in it…" He said and I smiled.
I am glad he cared.
"Ok Uncle Joe….I guess…I will see you later…" I said choking on tears.
My mom and I had the best relationship.
Until she got drunk.
Then she abused me….physically and verbally.
I held back the tears and went on we love it dot com….a site of pictures and stuff…
I searched Demi Torres.
Perfection….I don't understand how someone could hate her.
The bell above the door rang, I looked up and a blonde girl with a black hoodie, white skinny jeans, converse and sun glasses walked in.
Weird.
It wasn't sunny out….
She turned to me and smiled.
The girl ordered and walked over to me.
"Is this seat taken?" She asked.
Her hair was dyed I could tell…..her skin and eyebrow are too dark.
"As long as you take off those sunglasses…." I said.
She looked nervous.
"I can't…"She said and I gave her a sorry look.
She seemed upset.
"Can I ask why?" I asked.
"I don't want people to notice me…." She said.
"But honey…wearing glasses on a dark stormy day….that is bound to draw attention.." I said.
"Not as much as if I take them off…" She said.
"Who are you Derek Bieber? Or better yet Demi Torres.." I said and her eyes widened at that.
Oh my god…she is Demi Torres!
I looked at the picture on my laptop and back up to her.
My eyes widened.
"Please don't scream!" She said sitting down.
I moved everything off the table so fast you would have thought I was a vampire.
I started to breathe in and out fast.
"You might….wanna….worry…about…me…passing…out.." I said.
She looked worried.
She got up.
NO!
She walked over and got her drink and got me a water.
"Thank you…" I said.
"No problem….I love my fans…" She said.
"Not enough…" I mumbled.
"What do mean?" She said slightly mad.
"Never mind…." I said.
She grabbed my hands.
My eyes widened again.
"Tell me!" She said.
"You don't love us like we want you to…" I said.
She looked confused.
"I said never mind…can you sign this?" I asked giving her my notebook.
She nodded slowly and signed it.
"Can we leave?" She asked.
"Together?" I questioned.
"Yea…." She said.
"Uh….sure…where to?" I asked packing up.
"Uh….your house? I don't wanna go home…" She said.
I nodded and walked out with her.
I opened her door for her.
"This is your car? It's nice!" She said and I smiled.
I turned the key and started the car.
I looked behind me as I pulled out.
Thinking…..HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! DEMI TORRES IN MY CAR! AND SHE LIKES IT! I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW!
But I played it….well…not really.
Our hands touched when we went to turn the radio up.
Don't ask me what song was playing…..I wasn't paying attention.
I blushed.
We arrived and I opened her door like a….gentle…woman?
She thanked me and we used the front door instead.
We took our shoes off and I gave her a tour.
"…and that concludes our tour…." I said
She smiled.
"You know you can take that off…..it is a gated community.." I said.
She smiled again and took the wig off.
She shook her hair and I almost died.
I whimpered.
Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful?
She looked at me weird.
"Something wrong?" She asked.
"Nope…" I lied.
She nodded.
"So what now?" I asked.
"I don't know….what do you wanna do?" She asked.
Make-out with you on the couch….
I thought.
"I dunno…" I said.
I heard the garage door open…..shit Uncle Joe!
I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs, to my room.
"Stay here…" I said and left.
Demi/Sonny's POV
The girl I met in the café, left me in her room.
I looked around and posters of me, and a bunch of other people….
They were old though.
I looked around some more and saw a suit case….
Maybe she was moving….
Or moving back.
I saw a journal on the bed.
Cool….she writes…
I looked around and I knocked something.
I looked down to see where the noise came from.
I had knocked a journal off her desk.
It was covered in black sharpie.
I opened it slightly and I saw a bunch of different words and numbers….
Like she was writing down notes…
Wait…
These numbers…
These are all my old cell phone numbers.
My heart dropped as I turned the page.
It was a diary entry.
Day 1
I couldn't sleep last night…..
I have no idea why…
I heard that Demi Torres went into rehab….
Well I wasn't that big of a fan of hers….
I mean I don't know….she has a great voice and she is gorgeous…
I mean…have you seen her?
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…
God DAMMIT! I love her…..
Why!
I am a girl….she is a girl
Things like that just don't mix…..
Uh-Oh...what's Demi gunna do now?
Sorry again for the wait.