It's been six weeks or something ridiculous and I am so sorry. But on the upside, this is my second update in half an hour!

"What...?" I bit my lip at her question, trying to find a suitable way to answer it. I knew that Lauren would, if she hadn't already, figure out what was going on within a matter of seconds, and I wanted to be able to talk coherently by then. But Lauren was piecing things together faster than I had allowed for and raised her eyebrows.

"You're Demi Lovato?"

My lack of any makeup whatsoever and the fact that I was sitting in my bedroom gave me away entirely, but I had no idea what Lauren would do next.

"Of course, it all makes sense." I smiled nervously and she stepped into the room. "Is it really you?"

"Yeah." I nodded slowly and removed the wig the rest of the way. I peeled off the skin coloured cap and shook out my hair, grinning uncertainly, but Lauren had just noticed Caitlyn, standing to one side.

"You're Sophie, aren't you." It wasn't even a question. Lauren had completed the puzzle now, found all of the clues in the mystery. I had played this game before with so many people but if there was one person whose reaction I really cared about – apart from my Mum's and Shane's – it was Lauren's. She was one of my best friends, she had helped me to cover for Michelle for as long as I could remember.

"I was going to tell you." I said. "I really was planning on telling you while you were here tonight, so that you would understand."

She smiled, and for a second I thought that everything was going to be okay, that she had been so overwhelmed by the thought of her two best friends being celebrities that she would forgive us for keeping such a tremendous secret.

But then she spoke.

"You were going to tell me? The night before you left for tour? Did you not trust me enough to even drop me a hint? I'm supposed to be one of your best friends, for God's sake. If you can't trust me with this, why do you even still talk to me? Tell me, go on. I want to know why you bother speaking to me if you don't rust me enough to tell me that you're freaking Demi Lovato.

"I can't believe you kept it hidden from me for this long. You've been laughing at me, haven't you? Behind me back, every time you turned down my invitation to one of your concerts, you two spent the evening giggling about me."

"No, Lauren we would never-."

"Trust me. You would never trust me. You're going away for three months to do a huge tour, you don't care about little old me stuck back here. You're taking Caitlyn with you, because you can trust her. How can you not trust me? What did I ever do wrong?"

I could feel tears in my eyes and threw Caitlyn a desperate glance. She caught the hint and spoke slowly. "Lauren, Mitchie does trust you. She just gets really nervous about telling people. Too many people figured it out over the summer."

"Oh, the summer, when my two best friends ditched me to be celebrities at a music camp. Nathan is gay, is he Caitlyn? Or is Nate Grey trying to protect his identity?" Caitlyn blushed. "You know what? I could go, right now, and sell this information for billions of dollars. I would be richer that you are, Mitchie, or Demi, or whatever your name is. But I won't. You know why? Because I love you both too much to do that. You're my sisters, I could never sell you out. I just hope I never see you again."

Lauren turned straight for the door, ignoring our pleas for a chance to explain and the way we shouted after her. We stared lifelessly at the empty doorframe for several minutes after she had slammed the front door behind her, unsure of what to do.

"Well that didn't go as planned." Caitlyn finally whispered. She bent down to pick up her wig from where she had dropped it on the floor. "Who would have thought that crazy, best friend little Lauren could be so furious?"

It was true. When she had been talking – she had never raised her voice, not once, which made it all the worse – her eyes had glinted with pure anger, something I had never seen in the bubbly girl before.

We spent a few minutes clearing up in silence. Caitlyn wordlessly helped me clean up my room and neither of us tried to speak. We only looked up from our tasks when we heard a knock on the door.

"What happened, girls?" My Mum was standing in the doorway, a frown of confusion on her face. "Lauren was only up here for a few minutes and then she left, she was furious."

"She... she found out, Mum." I whispered. "She caught us taking our wigs off and she was so angry that she left again. Why did you let her up here without warning us?"

"I assumed that you would be ready." My Mum said, looking guilty. "You'd been up here a while, I didn't think that you would leave it so long to change, especially not with such a big secret. I never thought you would be lounging around up here without even taking off your wigs."

I sighed. "Never mind, it's too late now."

"I'm going to go," Caitlyn said suddenly. "My Mum's expecting me any moment and I have a bedroom to tidy."

"Bye Cait," I said in a melancholy tone. She waved with a serious expression on her face as she slipped out of the room, padding down the carpeted landing on silent feet.

"What happened, honey?" My Mum asked again, taking my hand. I smiled at the gesture. It was the first time in months that one of her motherly gestures had felt genuine without causing me guilt.

"She came in here and Cait was holding her wig," I sniffed slightly. "I was just taking off mine and she saw. As soon as she figured it out, she kind of lost her temper. She never raised her voice, she just pointed out that she was supposed to be my best friend and how she had never done anything wrong, she hit all of the guilty spots. I feel so bad."

"Honey, it's okay," My Mum wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me close against her, rocking me gently and humming songs in my ear as I drifted off to sleep. I didn't cry a single tear, but the guilt inside was worth a million salty droplets of water.

Being famous was really beginning to loose it's appeal.

Aww, poor Mitchie. Well, I'm not that bothered because I've known that was going to happen ever since I first started writing this. Are you upset for her or did you just laugh, like I probably would have done?

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