"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL KID? I almost blew your damn head off!" Demi screams as Spencer throws her hands in the air.
"Don't shoot me! I'm only 15! I'm too young to die!" Spencer says and Demi groans, putting the pistol back on her nightstand before getting out of her bed.
She did not expect Spencer to come back to her, at all.
"You have some balls coming into my hotel room and following me around. Why the fuck are you here anyway? I thought you were going back home." Demi says, walking over to her and leaning around her to shut the window and lock it.
"I didn't went inside the embassy. When you left, I followed you. All I had to do was ask where the street racers were staying and wha la, I'm here. I told you, I'm a smart kid. You could at least left the door open for me, I had to freaking climb over the fence and jump to your window. I don't know about you, but I think that's enough exercise to last me my whole life." Spencer says, moving past Demi with her bags in tow and dropping them on Demi's bed.
She rummages through her bags as Demi stares at her with disbelief. "You're fucking with me, right?"
Spencer lets out a laugh and shakes her head. "Nope, either accept it now or later, I'm going to be glued to your hip for this whole competition so get used to seeing me around. Oh, do you mind?" Spencer asks, and points over to the bathroom.
Demi just looks at her like she grew a second head. "What? Listen, kid, you're out of your goddamn mind--" Demi starts to say but Spencer cuts her off.
"I'll take that as a yes. So, I usually take the left side of the bed and if you're a leftie then that sucks for you, you're gonna take the right side. I'm not a bad sleeper, I don't kick nor snore or drool so if you're worry about that, you don't have to. I'm a early bird too, so sometimes I'll probably be up and at em. So I'm like dead tired right now and that shower is calling my name, I'll only be a few." Spencer rambles as she grabs some clothes and a towel from her bag, along with her toiletries and walks over to the bathroom as she says all of this. Spencer flashes Demi a innocent grin before she shuts the door behind her.
Demi blinks, and throws her hands in the air as she lets out a frustrated groan. "Why me?!" She cries out and lands face first into the bed.
And as if this couldn't get any worse, she hears classical music blasting out from the bathroom and moans to herself.
Just kill me, she thought, just fucking kill me right here, right now.
Demi doesn't move from her position until she hears the music turn down and the shower stopping, so when she hears the door creak open, Demi sats up and looks over at Spencer who wore some blue pattern pjs and a white shirt that was too big on her.
"I'll take the couch, expect a talk in the morning." Demi grumbles, grabbing her pillow and a blanket, moving past Spencer to across the room to the couch beside the small kitchen. Demi drops the pillow on the couch and lays down, her back facing Spencer.
"Okay, suit yourself." Spencer says and Demi could hear her crawl into the bed.
"Don't touch the pistol," Demi says, pulling the blanket over her body.
"I won't." Spencer says, and she turns off the lap, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Goodnight Demi."
Demi clenches her jaw and squeezes her eyes shut. Please let this be a dream, she pleaded inside her head. "Whatever kid."
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The next morning, Demi was awoken with the smell of eggs and pancakes. She sniff, and slowly started to stir, her hunger awakening her.
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Behind The Wheel
Fanfiction"Why do you call us that?" "What?" "The Beauty and the Beast?" "Because you are the Beauty in the untamable Beast." • Demi Lovato's street name [The Beast] was popular in the streets, racers talk about her as if she's the fastest human being on eart...
