I stood there looking at Demi who was sitting next to me sleeping on our way back to New York. Let's just say these last couple of hours haven't been the best hours. A video of Demi and Ruby slapping Demi went around the Internet like wild fire and to top it off people got pictures and videos of me and Demi kissing which is freaking great. Now everyone knows that we're together, which I don't mind, I just hope the paparazzi don't get too into this, that's why I didn't want no one to know in the first place. We didn't know about it until my manager had called me and sent me a link to one of Perez Hiltons articles, at first I was confused but once I saw the cover of it I wanted to hit that guy so bad
'Demi getting into it at a restaurant?!? That's not even the biggest part about this. People claimed to have caught Glee co-star Naya Rivera and Demi moments before the fight broke down to be coozing up next to each other and having a great time. But that's not all, they shared a romantic kiss before leaving the scene quickly. Who would've thought Naya was totally a lesbian, and well into Demi this whole time and we didn't even know it. They look cute together don't you think? Do you think they will last? Or is this another date and dump.
There was two videos and pictures of the same night, one video was the kiss that someone had recorded, the other was the mini fight Ruby and Demi had got into, and of course hd pictures of us kissing. The fans, well the fans were crazy, they were basically trending stuff around Twitter the whole night as my manager claimed they were about us, and some were even shocked about it.
"Are we there yet?" Demi mumbled snuggling closer to me
"Almost babe" Almost.
We arrived at New York airport not even 1 hour later, Demi was a little grouchy about it cause she didn't really get a lot of sleep last night because her manager has also gone off on her at how she didn't tell him, and that they were going to have a meeting tomorrow about it.
"Um...want me to carry you?" I grinned at her, she lazily rubbed her eyes and nodded slowly. "Okay piggy back ride" she giggled a little and got on my back "Dang, you are a heavy one" she slapped my cheek softly before mumbling something else that I didn't quite catch. I carried her all the way until we were in the airport, that's when they asked for our I.Ds. So Demi got off of me and started walking
"Holy shit" I turned towards Demi and followed her eye sight, there was paparazzi and fans on the entrance of the airport with their cameras ready, clearly waiting for us to come out.
"How are we?..."
"We can just go pass them, it'll be alright. I hate them because of their cameras but your fans are there and they'll be disappointed if you didn't at least say hi to them" she smiled softly and kissed my cheek
"You're so cute" she said making me roll my eyes.
Demi went first towards the entrance, I was following closely behind her, security from the airport were helping us clear a path a long the way.
"Demi, any comments about you and Nayas relationship?"
"How did you find out you were gay for Demi, Naya?"
"Hey Demi maybe I could turn you straight once you break up with Naya"
This guy got in front of me and Demi and winked at Demi. I pushed him out of our way and grabbed Demi's hand. By the time we got to the car I was fuming, how can a paparazzi say that to her right in front of my face.
"Nay, you okay?" She squeezed my hand softly
"No I'm not okay. Did you not here what that guy said?!" She sighed releasing my hand
"They just do that to get to you, just to get you mad so you can go off on them and they'll just get paid millions of dollars for getting a good article about it" I shook my head looking down at the car carpet the whole ride to my house. Once we arrived there was paparazzi in the front of the gates to the neighborhood waiting there. How the fuck did they find out were I live? I wasn't in the mood for this, that guy in the airport really pissed me off, and if it was true that he was just trying to get to me...well its clearly working. I saw the gate open and the paparazzi stand next to our window trying to take pictures of us inside the car. We arrived at my house paying the taxi guy a profit for going through all of that.
