The Way You Don't Look At Me

Chapter 6 - Rewrite The Stars

"So... where are goinnnn" I asked demi in a child like voice. She laughed and looked at me

"Oh please don't tell me you're one of those" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked laughing, acting offended.

"You don't like surprises, so you're gonna bug me and until I tell you where we're going." She said, giving me a side eye look. I stared at her for second with my mouth open, shocked she hit the nail right on the head.

"I mean. Yeah" I said. Demi shook her head and put on music. "I'm not telling you." She told me. I groaned and looked out at the window admiring the city. It was about 7pm, and the sun was about to start setting. I felt Demi's eyes on me for a moment and when I turned to look at her, she looked back at the road.

I turned my head when I heard the song that was being played. "She used to be mine." From the musical Waitress. "Oh jeez this is sad." She asked and I saw her go and skip the song. Before she could do so, I stopped her. "No please i love this song. I actually sang it for a recital in high school." Demi raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Well okay then."

"AND THEN SHELL BE STUCK AND BE SCAREDDDD OF THE LIFE THATS INSIDE HER GROWING STRONG EACH DAY TILL IT FINALLY REMINDS HER TO FIGHT JUST A LITTLE. TO BRING BACK THE FIREEEEEE IN HER EYES. THAT BEEN GONE. BUT USED TO BE MINEEEEE" I belted.

I felt Demi's eyes on me when we were stopped at a light. I looked at her and laughed. "What?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Nothing. You just REALLY get into what you sing" she said chuckling. "How could I not? I did theatre and im an actress. This is like. My thing. It brings me back. It's almost like a safety blanket."

Demi nodded. "I get that."

"So, are you gonna tell me where we're going now?" I asked with a smirk. Demi rolled her eyes. "Actually, we're here." and gestured to the right as we were pulling up to a restaurant. It was small, and almost hidden. I tried to keep a smile on my face, because I didn't want Demi to see that I was upset because of the choice.

It wasn't that I was upset that she took to me a restaurant, it was more of me being upset that it means I have to eat.

I'd never tell Demi this, because I know what she has went through with this in the past. But my own eating disorder wasn't something that was going to go away right away. I've had it since I was 13. Im 22. 9 years with this, especially since I'm untreated isn't something that can be reversed easily.

I never talked about. To anyone that would report me, at least. My dad had caught me throwing up one day and threatened to take me to the hospital, and I haven't thrown up since. But not eating was something that I kept on with for a very long time. I was good at lying. 'yes I ate.' 'I'll eat later I promise' 'I'm not feeling well so I don't have that much of an appetite'

I pretty much had everyone fooled. They all just assume I have a fast metabolism, or I'm active and burn it all. I genuinely that were true.

"You ready?" Demi asked me. I nodded my head and got out of the car. Walking to the door, I sped up infront of her to open it. "Why thank you" she said. "Of course" I told her.

We were seated, and i took a glance at the menu. I felt myself start to get anxious looking at what they have. Subtly scratching my arm, I found the salad section.

"Salad. That's safe." I told myself. I looked up at Demi who was still looking at the menu. I couldn't bring myself to take my eyes off of her. She looked beautiful. Glancing at her hands, I saw that all of her nails were long except two. Like, those two. I blushed to myself and looked down.