So last night i had every intention to put out a chapter for this story. Butttt I went to a fundraiser, had too many classy bitches(Small bottles of wine with a straw), ended up singing a Bohemian Rhapsody solo(YES All the parts) on the karaoke machine, and didn't get home until 4am because my smart self decided to walk the 5 miles from the club, home at 1am. Yup, I has smart brain.
I did win the 50/50 though :D
Anyways. ON WITH THE SHOW!
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"A house Naya?!" Demi said, utterly shocked.
Naya grinned from ear to ear, nodding her head quickly. "Yup! A house Dem."
Demi grumbled, her arms crossing in front of her again. "I never asked you to buy a house..."
Naya ran her fingers along the girl's arm. "But its ours, and its in a nice gated community. I hear Eliza Dushku has a place somewhere in there. I wonder if i could meet her...'
Demi shot the girl a angry glare. "Eliza Dushku Eh?"
Naya laughed at the girl, giving her a small shove with her shoulder. "I'm kidding Dem, the only one i've got eyes for is you. You know that."
Demi pouted, keeping her arms crossed childishly. "You better..."
Tom cleared his throat. "So yeah, I think you should pack up Demi. I hear theyre worse than hotel checkouts here. When your out your OUT , Or they throw you out."
Naya smirked, she wanted to point out that technically everyone in the room was 'out' and he should chill. But despite her smartass-ness. She kept the comment to herself.
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Despite Tom's rant about them getting out ASAP, They were still stuck there for a little over 7 hours. Atleast they'd get out of there while there was still daylight
Demi didnt have much in the room, so it was quite easy for them to pack it up and leave. Garrick had successfully gotten Dr. Malak to accept Demi into her caseload, which really seemed to excite Naya.
Naya, although still a bit weirded out about having to see a Psychologist, Really liked Malak. Malak had seemed to understand her, and help her get through this time. Naya could literally tell the Man anything and it wouldnt leave the room.
Though, she didn't tell him everything.
Naya sensed that Malak knew she was withholding information from him. But never once in the last month did he pry into that part of her. She guessed that he believed she would tell him in time. She had given Erickson her word, and she was going to keep it.
The two woman left the hospital. Demi still seemed Physically weak,but her spirit was soaring as the sun's rays hit her face. Naya couldnt help but noticed how the sun seemed to illuminate the girl like a Roman goddess. No, Like a Sapphic goddess. She was so fucking beautiful, even in her weakened state. Everything from the roots showing from her blue hair, her skin radiating energy that Naya swore she could bottle and keep for a later time , and of course. Those stunningly beautiful dark chocolate colored eyes that Naya had so completely fallen in love with.
Demi closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of spring. Though she wasn't in the right kind of sorts to be able to think about the outside world for the past few weeks. She found she missed this, almost as much as she missed her Latina.
Demi bit her bottom lip, thinking about the past week. Naya had proposed to her , she accepted of course, but it made her feel a bit empty in a way. She had it all planned out before Naya was abducted. She wanted to play her a song, her song ,and pop the question herself. The events that took place after ,had taken that moment away from the girls. The ring was probably still somewhere in that room of the safe house, she knew they would have to return there to retrieve their possessions. But part of her almost wanted to leave everything there and start completely over. Returning there would more than likely rekindle some very nasty memories, something Demi didn't want to, or could confront.
Naya saw the change in her lover's eyes, and squeezed her hand. "You okay Demi-Girl?"
Demi nodded slowly. "Its just so...Surreal. Being out here again. Living after all the shit that happened to us. "She said sadly. "I honestly didnt think either of us were going to make it out alive..."
Naya let go of the girl's hand, standing infront of her Goddess. cupping bot of her cheeks, she pulled the girl into a very deep, and long kiss. The kiss itself wasn't sexually charged , nor did it hold a certain need the the girls had grown accustomed to in their stay together. It, infact only seemed to hold a sense of stability , promise , and yes. Passion.
As Naya broke the kiss, she took a few moments to gaze into the woman's eyes, her own dark brown eyes taking in Demi's. "Dem, were not there any more. Its over." She said softly. "You're safe, we're safe, and as long as I can call you mine. You will never be hurt again." She sealed the words with her lips once more, Demi's arms snaking around the Latina's waist to pull her closer.
A loud beep made the two jump , turning to the sound with a start. A small limo had seemingly pulled up while they were lost in each other. Both Tom and Chris were glaring at them through an open window.
"So." Chris began. "Do you want to get in here? Or shall we wait for the Paparazzi to return and cause your two all sorts of hell."
Both Naya and Demi practically jumped at these words, rushing into the Limousine as if taking refuge in a bomb shelter .
They both took a seat in the limo, and as predicted. The Paparazzi , like a predator smelling a wounded prey, came from around the corner in a dashing fashion.
Demi chuckled, having the mental image of the lot of them in a back and white old-fashioned motion picture. You know, the cheesy ones that are sped up, with the music playing in the background, to the smooth sounds of Yaxety sax.
But Naya on the other hand , had enough of the vultures.
Ever since she was released from the hospital, she was practically swarmed with them.
"What happened down in the basement?" ,"Did you shoot Karl Briggs?" , "Wheres Demi Lovato?Whats her condition?" ,"What are your takes on Demi's character being removed from the show?", "Are you two still together?" .
She hated them , they had no idea. Tabloids, papers, stories, speculations. Thats all they were about. Both of the girls almost died , yet. There they were, swarming around like a pack of Hyena looking for a scrap of meat.
They were criminals, liars and despicable people. It was in part, the reason Demi had the issues she had. If it wernt for them, she wouldn't have had to go through such an extensive recovery all those years ago.
Sure, the girl had needed help at that point in time. The drugs and Alcohol had driven her close to the edge. But if it wernt for these creatures of the camera, it wouldn't have almost destroyed her name.
It was one of the reasons why she had bought the house inside of the community.
Th community was a large gated community. Allot of stars sought refuge there , but not many actually lived there. The premises, like a studio were under servalance around the clock. There were private guards that walked the streets and guarded the entrances as not to allow the riff raff into the sanctuary. Yes, it was mostly secluded from the outside world, having its own 'clubhouse' of sorts. But the agency that ran the facility guaranteed the privacy of its inhabitants, and so far they had been successful.
Which brought her to the price of such a luxury. It cost her nearly what she nearly made last year , but after that. It was within her price range.
She would go through hoops of fire to make sure Demi was safe, sound,and comfortable.
"Well." Chris said as the limo moved slowly through the vultures. Snapping Naya from her thoughts. "That bought us enough time.."
Demi smiled, Gods how Naya loved to see her smile...
"Yeah, how did you manage to throw them off our trail?" Demi asked curiously.
Chris and Tom chuckled, looking at each other deviously.
"Well, It was Chris's idea really." Tom began.
"But Tom was able to sell it perfectly." Chris retorted.
"Really it was an excellent plan Chris, you should be proud of yoursel-"
"Will you just tell us!" Both of the girls chimed in tandem.
Both of the men blinked, then chuckled.
"Well-" Chris began. "There was a mob outside of the hospital. I guess they've noticed Naya's over happy gittyness the last couple times she's passed through."
Naya flinched slightly.
"Anyways, there they stood, cameras in tow. When I had the idea to distract them." Chris said proudly.
Tom grinned. "It took a bit of convincing. But, we managed to convince them that you two wanted to meet them in the lobby of the floor Demi was on before she was moved, to give official statements about the events that transpired."
Both of the girls smirked evilly at this. "And they bought that?" Demi said with a devious chuckle.
Tom returned the mischevious smirk. "Like discount Prada."
Both Demi and Naya High-fived them for their brilliance.
As the limo got past the crowd, Chris's smile then turned to a bit of a frown directed at Demi. "I trust that your not going to lock us out anymore Dem..."
Demi's face fell, looking to the floor. "Sorry...Its been rough..."
Naya wrapped her arm around the girl instinctively. "Leave it be Chris. We're out now , we have to try and move on with our lives. We really don't need to be put under a spotlight, especially by our friends..."
Chris nodded, giving the girls an appolgetic look. "Sorry, I've just been worried sick too."
Like Naya had done to Demi, Tom placed his arm around Chris's waist. "We all have."
Demi gave the two a smile and a nod. "Thank you, both of you. I don't know what we would have done without you during this entire fucking mess."
Naya rested her head on the girl's shoulder, closing her eyes. "I'm going to marry the shit out of you, you know."
'Speaking of which." Chris chimed. "I've been planning out some pretty spectacular things for your wedding. " He took a breath. "I think you two should have a Ice theme wedding. Think of it! Cool colors, white all over the place , You could even have blue slushies there for the Glee cast! It would be so totally awesome! "
Tom rolled his eyes. " He hasnt stopped talking about it since he found out i knew... Which by the way. I am still Very VERY upset with you about dear."
Chris nudged the man. "Hush, I needed thinking time to create my work of art."
Tom took his hand from the boy's waist, crossing them childishly. Mumbling something about Ninjas with squeaky hammers.
Naya blinked, staring at the two. "And what makes you think we'll let you plan our wedding?"
"Because." Chris said matter of factly. " My imagination has no bounds, and like it or not. I WILL practically be running the wedding. If you hire someone, i will just make them quit. " He winked at the two. "I always get what I want. You know that Rivera."
Naya picked up what looked like a napkin, balled it up in her hand ,and threw it at the boy. "Shut up Colfer."
This set off a fit of laughter throughout the Limousine.
"So, despite Naya only giving me a day and a half warning with this entire house thing. I managed to have what was in the safehouse brought to the Gates. " Chris said proudly.
"You knew about that too?!" Tom practically yelled.
Chris chuckled, shooting Naya a small glance. "Besties for life."
Naya pounded her chest, giving the boy a peace sign. "Word up Bromo."
"Okay..." Tom began. "I think i have just upgraded the squeaky hammer to a plastic toddler toy. "
Chris rolled his eyes. "Come on Tom, Naya swore me to secrecy."
Tom crossed his arms again. "Shut up..." He pouted.
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They arrived at the gates, Demi seemed pleased that Naya had to produce a card in order for the guards to allow her in. It seemed routine. Already she felt safer. They drove around the block, each house was separated by at least 100 yards of a fenced in enclosure. Each seemed to hold what looked like either a pool or hot tub in the back. It was like a resort!
Demi had stayed in resorts before. But never had she thought she'd LIVE in one. It was exciting! She rolled down her window, letting the breeze whip her hair around as she gazed at her surroudnings.
Naya saw the girl's eyes sparkle, placing her hand on the hand closest to her whispering in her ear. "We live here,babe. Get used to it."
Demi turned to peck the woman on the lips lovingly. "I can never just get 'used' to it when i'm with you."
Both of them men made gagging sounds , as Chris begged the driver to go faster. He didnt want to witness a full make out session in such close quarters.
This sparked a devilish like smirk from both of the woman, doing just as Chris feared.
As the car still moved. Chris tried to stand to get to the door.
"What are you doing?" Tom asked in a slight confused tone.
"Jumping out. Worse case scenario, i break a leg or two." Chris grumbled.
Tom firmly grabbed the boy, placing him back in his seat. "Oh no you dont. Broken legs are not a good thing. I dont need to sit in another hospital while YOU'RE being tended to."
Chris crossed his arms, grumbling.
"Anyways..." Tom said triumphantly. "I think this is enough payback for witholding information from me."
Chris still had his arms crossed, trying to ignore the macfest happening across from him.
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The car slowed, stopping infront of a home. "Here we are." The driver said. "Number 37."
The two finally broke away from each other, panting heavily. Both Chris and Tom looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Thank god..." Chris said, practically busting through the door. He took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. "I thought i was going to see things a Gay man should never see."
Tom emerged from the car, straightening his tie. " That was...I think i need a drink."
The two girls emerged, chuckling. Both of their hands were linked as they stood infront of their house.
"Is this it?" Demi asked breathlessly, gazing at the massive two story home.
Naya nodded. "Yeah..." She kissed the girl's neck tenderly. "Welcome home love."
Demi blushed. This was like a dream.
Naya let the girl's hand go, pulling out the card that allowed them to enter the gate from her pocket. "You'll have to get your own. Each card has its own chip, which makes it almost impossible to replicate. This is the only way you can get into the house." She held it up with a smile.
"Very tech savvy." Demi said impressed.
Naya smiled, walking toward the house. "Come on Dem, I want to show you around."
Demi grinned, taking a step forward, but was stopped by Chris's hand grabbing her arm, just as Naya entered the shock nearly gave her a heart attack, she was still a bit jumpy.
Feeling the girl tense, Chis held up his hands, taking a step back. 'Sorry Dem...I just didnt want you to leave you two before i had the chance to talk to you."
Demi looked confused. "Me?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah..." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box.
Demi's eyes widened, recognizing the small box that once held the girl's engagement ring she had gotten for Naya. He hands shook as she took it, holding it in her hands.
"I thought you would want this back...Seeing you wernt able to give it to her before." Chris said in a soft whisper.
She opened the box, the ring was sparkling inside. Biting her lip, she felt tears spring in her eyes. "Thank you Chris-"
She was met by a very abrupt and comforting hug from the boy. "I'm glad you back Dem... Now.. " He let the woman go, giving her a smile. "Go to your girl."
Demi smiled, bowing her head. She waved to Tom, shouting for the two to have a good day, entering the place where she now would call home.
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He knew there was something fishy going on when Lovato's agent come oh so willingly outside to announce the two would be having a conference bout the Briggs abductions. He knew it was too good to be true.
The other idiots followed the man like a lost puppy. But not Jackson Rand. He had been in the business far too long to fall for their tricks.
Jackson had been one of the most successful photographers and information gatherers for newspapers around the world. If there was something to hide, there was a juicy story that would line his pockets with cold, hard cash, and he, being the dedicated person he was, would get the story. For a price that is.
The celeberties had enough money, they put themselves in the spotlight , so he would cash in on their mishaps.
You did what you had to to survive in this world , and at this moment. He was surviving quite nicely.
Ash he predicted, the two girls emerged from the entrance. His hiding spot was flawless. A large brush that hid his body, camera ,and equipment. He was concealed and snapping pictures as they emerged.
Each touch, kiss , look and gaze was captured. He knew of some organizations that would pay big money for these shots. He made sure to concentrate on Demi Lovato. She looked frail and weak. Probably had somehow fallen off the wagon while in the hospital and had to go through rehab while recovering inside. Another Dollar sign.
This day just kept getting better and better.
He saw the Limousine pull up, followed by the other idiots who had bought the lie. They were too late, they had not captured what he had. Packing up his supplies, he chuckled smugly.
How easy would it be for them to hide once their faces were plastered all over every newspaper in the nation? Who knew. But depending on the payment he received, he would be revisiting the two again in the near future.