#2- Demi (famous) and Naya
Naya held tightly to her clipboard as she watched the show from the side of the stage. She had been an assistant on Demi's tour for two months now and that was more than long enough for her to fall for the girl. She realised it was an unrealistic crush; Demi was a superstar, with a boyfriend after all. However, watching Demi perform on stage sent shivers through Naya's entire body. The way she would roll her hips, the way she commanded attention, and the way her raspy voice was so strong it echoed throughout huge stadiums. Tonight Demi was dressed in her combat boots, ripped black jeans showing glimpses of her tanned and toned legs, and a loosely fitted grey tee. It was a summer's night, not to mention the heat of the lights on stage, so Demi didn't require her signature leather jacket. As she hit the last verse of her encore song Naya reluctantly tore her eyes away so that she would be ready in the dressing room by the time Demi got there.
Demi pushed the door open roughly and made sure to slam it behind her. She wanted to shut out the rest of the world. She immediately flopped down on the couch, head in her hands, completely unaware of Naya's presence in the room.
"Should I go?" Naya asked, scared of startling Demi.
"Oh. Sorry Naya. I wasn't aware anyone else was in here."
"Of course Miss Lovato, it is your dressing room after all. I just wondered if you might need anything...?" Until now Naya was strictly professional in her role, only speaking when spoken to and always about work. The look on Demi's face though showed something deeper than performance worries.
"Calling me Demi is fine." Demi smiled for the first time since she came in. She liked having Naya as an assistant; she was different to the others, probably because they were similar in age and Naya did her job well without being over the top. "And no I don't need anything, besides a good kick up the butt that is."
Naya couldn't help but chuckle a little at this. "I don't think that would go down well with my boss", Naya joked. "But I can listen if you need to vent".
"You're a sweet girl Naya. Yeah I wouldn't mind some company and a third party opinion", Demi stated as she patted the spot next to her inviting Naya to join her on the couch. "I screwed up. I got into a huge fight with Trey right before the show. I completely forgot about his photography exhibition and that spiralled an overdue argument about how I don't prioritise him enough and that my schedule is overtaking my life."
Naya listened patiently. Her and Demi had never had time together like this and she liked it. It was beautiful to see Demi as just an ordinary girl with everyday problems, and Naya was delighted that, although it wasn't good news, Demi still chose to confide in her. She thought carefully about her words before answering the visibly shaken girl in front of her.
"Demi I think you're being a little hard on yourself". Naya placed her hand on Demi's leg instinctively to offer comfort before realising this was her boss and she quickly retracted it. "Yes you have a lot on your plate but that's just credit to you for being able to balance so much at such a young age. Look at you; you're a freakin superstar at 21! People all over the world know who you are, love your music, and go crazy at the sight of you. You're right to put yourself and your fans first at this stage in your life. This is your dream. If Trey can't see the beauty I see…uhh that your fans see…if he can't see how incredible you are for all that you are then that's his fault. He's the idiot here and if he doesn't recognise how damn lucky he is then you clearly deserve someone better."
Naya was really getting worked up now, speaking with her hands and gritting her teeth. It maddened her to think Demi was with someone that didn't know she was utter perfection. Demi was amazed at the sight in front of her. She thought it was completely adorable to see Naya rant on like this and she was a bit surprised she hadn't noticed how cute she was before now. Her honey coloured hair framing her flawless face, her deep eyes, and she really did have a mighty fine body. It was the effect Naya's words were having on her though that she couldn't help but pay attention to.
"Wow…" Demi began.
Naya suddenly became aware of how much she had said, she had bottled it up for so long she got a little carried away when given the chance to voice it.
"I'm sorry Miss Lovato…Demi…sorry…that was out of line. I just think sometimes you fail to recognise how clearly wonderful you are." Naya mentally scolded herself for her word vomit. "Sorry again, I can't seem to stop myself."
"No, no I was just in shock I guess." Demi was the one now that reached out for some physical contact. She held onto Naya's hand as she spoke. "People are rarely that honest with me. I think people forget I'm just a regular person at times. I appreciate that you'd speak from your heart, and I'm rather touched that you think so highly of me."
"Oh I d-do", Naya stuttered. "This isn't just a job for the sake of it. I applied because I believe in the messages your portray, and I believe in you." Yeah, Naya really couldn't help herself around this girl. She normally wasn't very good at expressing herself, nor she did often feel she wanted to, but Demi made her feel things no one else did.
"Naya, can I try something?" Demi asked cautiously. She knew she was treading dangerous territory but she couldn't quiet the voices in her head that screamed at her.
"Sure…I'm here for whatever you need" Naya replied, never foreseeing the soft lips she felt moments later on her own. The fireworks people spoke about were true. Demi's touch was fire and their lips seemed to move effortlessly together. As Demi pulled back Naya's eyes lazily opened from her blissful state and she was sure a goofy grin was spread wide across her face.
"So you think I deserve better?" Demi questioned referring to Trey.
"I do" Naya declared adamantly.
"I'm beginning to think you're right," Demi concluded as she leaned towards Naya, dying to feel her kiss again.
