Demi's POV
Of course. I should know by that nothing ever stays a secret for long. All I wan't to understand is why she would sing that song to me in front of the cameras, creating footage that will be televised to literally millions of people all over America, Europe and even parts of The Middle East, instead of just coming to talk to me about it.
Alright Lovato. Go get yourself a glass of water, find Jennel Garcia and find out how she knows that you have a pathetic little crush on her.
I make my way out of my bedroom and down the polished oak stairs, there are only like 6 steps but whatever, I walk down the hallway and into my neatly arranged living room. I nod to myself acknowledging that the people in my home are at least trying not to make me feel invaded by gathering out on the white-slabbed patio and keeping the place tidy. My gaze freezes when I spot the brown and yellow haired wonder. Jennel. She's sitting on part of my 'Allibert Montpellier' graphite grey garden-set next to Jillian Jensen, my tattoo twin, and- wait is CeCe Frey checking Jillian out, that's kinda cute. I giggle to myself before throwing a grape off of Jennel's head. She whips her head around to investigate the crime. Jillian has her headphones in so I know she won't hear me if I quietly call Garcia's gaze to my own.
"Jennel," I whisper, she turns to me instantly and flashes me a smile. I press my finger to my lips indicating her to be quiet then motion her to toward me.
"Hey Demi whats up?" She says as we she approaches me inside. My stomach begins to flutter at her voice against the silence.
"I just think we should talk, you seemed a little disappointed that you didn't get any feedback after your performance so I thought why don't we talk off camera, you know, probably a little less nerve racking,"
"Well it would be less nerve racking, but you're still Demi Lovato, international superstar so.." She says placing emphasis on the 'super' and finishing it with a sarcastic wink. All I manage is a smile at her comment, knowing that any words will display flustered as the butterflies erupt in my tummy. "So where do you wan't to talk?"
I compose myself enough to take her soft hand in mine, pulling her outside through a different door, avoiding the others, leading to a bigger more elegant pool round the side of my house that's out-of-bounds for the others, so it's a decent place to talk to the younger girl. It's darker now then when my category performed for me through those large mahogany patio doors opposite where we're sitting, in the lounge of my large LA cabin-styled loft. Fortunately the wooden sliding blinders are closed and locked in place, so the staff and crew can't peer out and hear or see whatever Jennel and I talk about or get up to.
It must be reaching at least 11 o'clock in the evening now and the sun had gone, although the breeze did not chill, it hits me warm against my skin as I begin to wonder about the supposed gale-force winds forecast for tonight, but my thoughts are interrupted as the automatic pool lights come on lighting the pool a lush translucent blue.
We're sitting on the reclinable towel-covered loungers as Jennel asks me again,
"so, what's up Dem?" I blush at her nickname for me.
"I just wanted to confront you about the song choice, I kissed a girl by Katy Perry," my smile never faulters although I notice hers fading.
"I'm sorry, I knew it was the wrong song, I was originally going to sing a Stevie Nicks song but when Jillian and I were blasting some idea's she suggested Katy Perry and I kinda just wen't with it," she didn't take a single breath in between the words. She's panicking.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, Not under any circumstances am I going to send you home because of the song choice, in fact I thought it was great, you are way, way talented ." I pick her hand up from her thigh and hold it in both of mine above my knees, "I just thought you were-" I take a breathe, "making fun of me with the song choice," My volume slightly trailing off by the end of the sentence.
