Thank you guys for the reviews :) I love you all. Here's the next chapter. A little Rated M at the end, I guess lol.

After Mrs Munroe's conversation with Selena, she headed back to her home and to Demi's room, looking for the love letters where Selena had mentioned they would be and they was. Mrs Munro huffed in anger before walking into the living room, where Demi was having her lessons.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Mrs. Munroe's angered tone shouted from across the room; Demi's music coming to an abrupt halt.

"Excuse me?" Joe asked, not sure what was going on.

"I'm paying you to give piano lessons, not to pervert my child!" her voice still loud, and louder as she stomped towards the two.

"Mrs. Munroe, I think you're misunderstanding something,"

She shoved the letters right at him as proof. "Care to explain this, then?" This time, her voice much softer. Demi's face froze as she saw what her mother held; Joe's face much more distraught as they exchanged looks of worry.

"Where did you find those?" Demi demanded.

"Georgina found them while she was cleaning. Now I want you out of my house right now!"

"Mom!" the girl growled.

The mother held her ground, "Now!"

"Yes ma'am." He said silently before leaving the room.

Tears trickled down Demi's face as she watched Joe leave the room. Her watery eyes moved to her mother's face, who had an angry expression on her face.

"I cannot believe your behaviour Demi. Now go to your room" Her mother snapped at her.

Demi walked whilst sobbing into her room and slammed her bedroom door before collapsing onto her bed, crying. Everything was ruined now.

Joe was still in the elevator whilst their argument was happening but as he reached the main floor, he was about to walk out but saw Nick and Selena in their custom wear, both wearing pair of black shades. The step sister held an envelope in front of the pianist, both siblings smiling.

Nick and Selena brought Joe back to their house, and had a conversation with Joe, telling him how Demi feels about him. Joe was shocked obviously, even though he shared the same feelings to her. But Joe knew that her mother wouldn't let her be near him anymore so Selena convince Joe to write another letter to her, promising him that she will get it, personally.

Once he was out of the room, she dropped the facade, rolling her eyes. The princess gave a big sigh, taking the phone in her hand and dialled a number.

"Who're you calling?" Nick asked, after being silent for so long.

"Demi," Nick grabbed the phone from her hand, hanging it up. "What are you doing?" She asks annoyed.

"Before we do this, I want you aware of the damage we'll cause." Serious.

She feigned thinking for two seconds, replying "I'm aware," In an upbeat tone. She grabbed the phone, dialling the numbers again. Nick's hand tried to pry it from her, both of them struggling to gain control. "Are you really?" He questioned her, as he hung up the phone. "I mean we've done some pretty fucked up shit in our time, but this is..." He paused for a while, thinking carefully to choose his words. Selena's face gave of the impression for more than just that. "We're destroying an innocent girl, you do realise that?"

"What is that? Oh my God, it's your conscience," Selena got up and reached towards Nick's temple. She grabbed a fistful of air (pretending that it was his conscience) and threw to the ground, STOMPING on it. "Justin McCan is going down, and if you won't help me, someone else will."

"You amaze me," his voice filled with new incredulity, never knowing Selena would actually go this far.

"Eat me, Nick," She sounded somewhat hopeless and sad, "It's alright for guys to fuck everyone, but when I do it, I get dumped for innocent twits like Demi," Now she was getting pretty pissed. "God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish acting like Mary Sunshine 24/7, just so I can be considered a "laaaady"?" She put more emphasize on the 'lady' part. "Do you think I take great delight when I hear- "Demi is so wonderful", "Demi is a model child", "Demi is going to make an excellent wife one day." I'm the Marsha fucking Brady of the eastside, and sometimes I just want to kill myself for it! No, I don't enjoy being a part of the weaker sex, and for that reason, everyone around me is going to suffer." Another pause for breath, "So there's your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud. Now, are you in or out?"

"Call her," Nick said, waving his hand away. Selena picked up the phone and is finally able to reach Demi.

"Hello?" a depressed voice answered.

"Demi, its Selena." Hysterical sobbing started on the other side of the line. Selena rolled her eyes, "Okay, calm down." Demi cried louder and harder, Selena had to pull the thing away from her ear. "Stop crying," Selena said firmly. This only made the poor girl cry harder than before. "You know what? Hold on for Nick." Selena said, radiating off a smile for him. Now Nick rolled his eyes at her as he took the phone.

"SIGH, Demi, stop crying." Nick ordered, but Demi just kept on crying so much, that it could be heard through the receiver. "I need you to listen to me very carefully. I have a letter from Joe. He asked me to give it to you. I can't bring it to you, since your mother despises me, so this is what we're going to do..."

Demi was going over the plan again in her head as she let out a deep breath. She only hoped it would work if not her mum would only kill her more. She fluffed the pillows one more time before pulling the comforter over them. Then she pulled up the hood of her hoodie as she looked over at the picture of her and her mum making funny faces.

"Bitch." Demi muttered as she slammed the picture frame forward

Then taking one more glance back, she snuck out the window and jump down to the ground. After running a few blocks she stopped to catch her breath. Demi walked the rest of the way to Selena's house. Demi was told to meet Nick there being he said he would help get her and Joe together.

Arriving to the manor, Demi noticed Nick waiting on the porch gesturing for her to come inside. She looked around real quick before running inside.

"Finished!" Demi sang, waving her finished letter in the air. She was laying on her stomach while writing the letter on Nick's bed; in his room. Nick –who was fiddling with his camera- snatches the letter, scans the front and back before crumpling it up and tosses it into a nearby garbage can, resulting with a dull thud. Demi burped from drinking her Iced Tea. "This sure doesn't taste like an iced tea." She commented.

"It's from Long Island," Nick said, apathetically.

"How's the letter?" A broad smile made its way to Demi's lips, thinking of Joe.

"It's excellent," Nick mutters, taking a snap shot of Demi.

"You think he'll like it?" Demi is sipping more of her iced tea from a crazy straw.

"Oh I'm sure, he will" He said. He took a few more pictures of her.

"What are you doing?" She asks, turning around.

"Just taking a photo," That innocent voice appears. "Y'know, you could be a model."

"Really?"

"It's too bad..." Nick trailed off.

"'It's too bad' what?" Demi asked.

"That you're not sexy." Nick sighed.

"I can be sexy!" She shouts after that insult.

"Alright, show me sexy." Nick's head is high as he rolls his eyes. Demi does a few poses of what seem really kiddish. She puts one leg in the air and he n does a cat pose. "Wow. Th- that's really sexy." He says, not really confused. "Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?" Demi sits in lotus position with her palms up, humming in her meditation. "No, no, no, nah. Come here," He brings his index finger back and forth. The girl climbs over the bed and towards the photographer, fixing her hair. In one swift move, he pulls the zipper down all the way, revealing Demi in her lacy black bra. "Now that's sexy," he states with a smile. As she struts, Nick continues taking pictures. "Demi?" Nick cuts in, "You know what would be superduper sexy? If you lost all the clothes."

Demi made a disgusted face along with a false laugh. "I don't think so."

"I'm sorry. That was out of line."

"I think I should go home now," She told him as she zipped up her hoodie.

"I'll call your mom and have her pick you up."

"My mom? You can't call my mom!"

"Oh wow!" Nick clapped a hand over his forehead. "She doesn't know you're here! In fact, you're probably grounded!" he said in faulty surprise. Demi nodded her head happily. "I think I should call her anyway,"

"NO! Please! Please. I'll do anything! Just don't call my mom!" Demi screamed as she ran to hug Nick's legs.

"Trust me Demi, all I want to do is give you a kiss."

"Just a kiss?"

"I swear." Nick confirmed as he helped her up. Demi puckered up, her eyes close as she waited for Nick.

Nick met her lips, but Demi felt it was heated this kiss. Then he started to trail down her jaw to her neck and farther down.

"Nick…I…don't know about this…you said it was only a kiss." Demi stammered as he kept moving his kisses further down her body until she felt him unbuttoning her jeans "Nick-"

Then all of the sudden Demi felt a wave of heat wash over her body and she felt weak.

"Oh god." Demi whimpered as she felt his kisses between her legs.

All of the sudden Demi's legs caved from beneath her. She could've sworn she heard a chuckle from him.

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