Torn

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Annie's POV

"This. Is. Not. Okay." I repeated for the hundredth time as Wilmer rolled over and shifted the whole damn air mattress.

Camping is for the birds.

"I've heard." Demi said in annoyance.

"Well maybe if you would've bought two separate air mattresses we wouldn't have this problem." I said. "Or better yet, if we wouldn't have gone camping we wouldn't have this problem at all."

"We're leaving in the morning so just be quiet for five more hours." She mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and laid still. This whole trip was pointless. I don't understand why she made us do this when we're not even staying for twenty four hours. I know I should be a little bit more appreciative, considering she was doing this just to have a little family time, but couldn't she have picked something a little more different?

I guess not. I hate smelling like wilderness.

When morning rolled around, I was happy to see I wasn't the first awake and ready to go. I literally only slept two hours. Wilmer had already changed and was waiting outside the tent with a smore in hand. Demi awoke shortly after I, and was quick to load up the car. Whatever eagerness she had last night to be here, has obviously faded out.

Wilmer took the tent down with a lot less trouble than what it took to set it up. I did my part and put our bags in the trunk and what not.

Sliding in the car, I was more than relieved to smell the familiar smell of Demi and feel the air conditioning blasting on my face. Why didn't we just sleep in here?

Demi buckled up and turned to look at me, resting her hand on my knee for a second and asking, "Ready to go, princess?"

"Yes." I eagerly nodded.

She agreed, as Wilmer slipped in the passenger side and we took off. My head rested against the window and it was only mere minutes of watching the trees pass by that I was asleep.

"Annie.. Wake up. We're home." I felt someone shaking me.

I opened my eyes to see Demi hovering over my face with the backdoor opened. "Come on, sug. Let's get you upstairs and you can go back to sleep."

I groaned and swung my legs out of the car, going in the house and up to my room with the support of Demi.

Something seamed out of place- like someone came up here and rearranged something while we were gone. I can't put my finger on it. Assuming I was just tired, I let myself fall back onto my bed and drift off into sleep.

2 Days Later

I awoke from my slumber right at noon. Damn. I was shooting for three.

Getting out of bed, I was a little excited to get downstairs. Wilmer had left for a few weeks to shoot From Dusk to Dawn and for the past few months Demi has took a break from the fame life and focused on being a mom, meaning I have more time with her.

Running down the hallway, I peeked in her room, and no surprise it was empty. She's a very early riser, likes to get her workout in early and do yoga peace shit.

What did surprise me though, was to see downstairs evacuated. The note I saw taped to the fridge was a warning that I spoke to soon about Demi holding up on the fame life- because in her almost perfect handwriting it read,

"I'll be at the studio all day, but left over pizza and steak are in the fridge. I know that won't hold you over so I also left a few surprises in there too. If you need anything call me or Marissa took the day off.

Love you bunches sugar butt :)"

Even though I was bummed Demi Is spending the day way, I couldn't help but smile at the note. And, um, surprises?

I excitedly opened the fridge and saw two big sacks. I opened them and saw sushi in one and Chinese in the other. I felt a tear prick my eye. I've never seen something so beautiful. This calls for a photo op.

I grabbed the pizza box, and opened the top, setting it on the counter. Next, I put the steak, followed by the sushi, then the Chinese.

Carefully, I got on my tiptoes and snapped a picture. It's so beautiful, it doesn't even need a filter.

I put it on Instagram (sharing it on Twitter too, of course) captioning, "shoutout to my momma for makin sure I eat right while she gone 😩❤️"

I sat my phone down and took a deep breath. I have a serious decision to make. What should I eat for breakfast?

Definitely the pizza.

Stacking the rest back in the fridge, I heated up a few pieces of pizza. When it was done, I sat on island and clicked on my Twitter app. Surprisingly, Demi already replied to my tweet.

"@/ddlovato: @/annielovato: that DOES NOT mean devour it one sitting... Save me some Chinese please (ps I miss you already) 🍴😩😘"

I smiled and sat my phone down, finishing off my breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever it is.

What should I do today? Madison, Dianna, and Eddie are in Texas. So I can't hang out with her. I'm usually doing something with Demi.

It's crazy that my mom is my best friend. Like, I love her more than anything. She's a sister. We're so close it's weird.

Demi's POV

Exhausted is an understatement.

From working out at 6am, to being in the studio all day fucking long. I've been non stop going sense I opened my eyes this morning. As of now, it's 2 am. Two o'clock in the mother fucking morning. Twenty hours.

I feel like shit for making Annie fend for herself all day. Of course she stays home alone a lot, but not overnight. Well, she better be in bed.

I pulled in the driveway and quickly made my way inside. Closing the door, I noticed the kitchen light is off and so is the whole house but the TV light is illuminating from the living room.

I kicked off my heals and walked all the way to the living room. I peered over the couch and saw Annie past out. Slowly, I grabbed the remote from her hand and shut the TV off. I leaned down, kissed her on the forehead, then headed for the kitchen.

I switched the light on and opened the fridge. There was a sticky note on the Chinese takeout box that said, "Mom- I saved the Chinese for you. Don't touch my sushi. I miss & love you."

I smiled and took out my food, reheating it. Annie is going to be devastated when she wakes up and I'm gone. If only Madison were here to keep her company.

Headlights flashed through the window, and I looked out to see a black car slowly passing by our house.

I shrugged. Must be a tourist.