Sabrina's P.O.V
"How the hell did you get tickets to meet her?"
"I dunno I won them! But who cares I'm finally meeting her."
"You lucky sod!"
I gave Jane a chuckle as I walked into the arena. I was finally meeting the idol that I have always dreamed of doing.
"I still can't believe you're actually meeting Taylor Swift!" Jane said in utter surprise.
"Oh shaddap and come in the room with me..please?" I smiled.
She nodded and stepped in the room where Taylor was gonna come out and say hello. If I were honest I'll say I'm freaking out uncontrollably, like wouldn't you be if you met your idol?
I didn't think it would happen, especially when M&G costs quite a lot of money. But it's not like I paid for it because I didn't, I won it.
"Well, hello there." A familiar voice echoed.
I whipped around so fast that I'm surprised I didn't get a whiplash. I notice the voice came from the one and only Taylor Swift.
I screamed.
"SABRINA! SABRINA! WAKE UP WAKE UP!"
I jumped up at the touch of someone shaking me. I notice it was Demi looking down worried at me.
"What's wrong? You screamed and I got worried." She was panicking.
"I had a dream." I laughed.
"Then why were you screaming?"
"Because Demetria..." I paused unwrapping myself out of the blanket and standing up. "It wasn't a nightmare, silly. It was a dream of pure happiness." I giggled as I did a rainbow with my hands while saying happiness.
"Oh. Well, thank you for making me worried for nothing." Demi glared at me.
I couldn't stop laughing.
"Haha very funny! Now come on I made breakfast, considering I can't cook." Demi laughed.
"Wait...Did you make breakfast? Is it poisoned? Oh god, do you need me to call the firefighters? Have you burnt down the house?" I ask worriedly.
"Woah Woah! One question at a time. Yes, I made breakfast. No, it's not poisoned, but okay. No, I don't need them because surprisingly it turned out great. And no I haven't burnt down the house!" Demi glared at me again.
"Okay, I believe you." I laughed.
She smiled and walked past me, I followed not long after.
"I made an omelette, hope you like it."
"Mmm, my favourite." I grinned.
I looked at the omelette in front of me. Nope, they weren't burnt, they actually did look surprisingly good. Is it poisoned? I don't know, we'll have to taste to try.
I picked up a bit of the omelette and nippled on the corner of it.
"Jesus Christ Sabrina, It's not poisoned." Demi scoffed at me.
"Yeah well, I don't believe that."
I swallowed the food and waited for any pain or swelling to rise up.
I notice Demi glaring at me the whole time which caused me to laugh and smile of happiness since it wasn't poisoned.
"Now do you believe me?"
I nodded. "I sure do Demetria."
"Don't call me that."
I chucked.
I finished the rest of the omelette and put my plate on the sink to wash up.
"You don't have to do that you know."
"It's okay I'm used to it. I do it every day in the foster care."
"Sweetie, this isn't the foster care. This is my house, so I'm not gonna make you clean up."
"But I want too."
Demi sighed. "Fine okay but please remember that you don't have to clean or scrub my house."
"Okay." I smiled.
Once I finished the washing up, I walked into the lounge to sound of Demi calling me.
"Okay... today's plans are shopping!" I sighed. "I'm gonna spoil you so hard today whether you like it or not."
"But-"
"Nope, no buts. I'm spoiling you."
"Okay." I groaned in defeat.
"Good. Now go get dressed."
I nodded while sprinting into Demi's room, finding my small suitcase where my clothes were put.
I honestly didn't want to go shopping or for Demi to spoil me. I mean I do love shopping it's an amazing hobby but having people spoil you makes you feel like a spoiled brat and it makes me feel bad as I could never repay back the money.
And I didn't want that.
But I can't change that if Demi won't give in. So I'm gonna have to live with Demi spoiling me, all the time.
New stuff means good start right?
