"Finally. Demi. Please drive safer than now. We nearly died five times." I said while she pulled up to the Skating Park's driving lot.
"Hey! We died nearly four times. And you wanted to come quick right? Well, Tada."
"Okay Demi. Now, let's go!!" I yelled while getting out of the car.
"Calm yourself chick."
"I'm excited okay." I said while running towards the entrance.
"Wait for me." She said.
"You're too far away. I'll meet you inside."
"Whatever. Be safe in there." She, well tried to yell to me.
Woah.
Was the right word indeed.
"Watch out!" Someone yelled.
"Huh?" I said while I got tackled to the ground.
"Look where the heck you are chick."
"Calm yourself bruh. You didn't see me."
"Are you okay at least?" I asked.
"Yeah. What about you?" I'm guessing the girl asked while she helped me up.
"Thanks. I'm Stella."
"Scarlett. But, don't call me that or I'll murder you."
"So, what would I call you?"
"Just call me Arly."
"Okay. Well, sup Arly?"
"Sup chick. You're not from around here, aren't you?"
"I just moved from L.A. So, pretty much. What about you?"
"I moved here a month ago from Nevada."
"Do you know people here?"
"Not as much as my mom thought I would meet. You're probably like the seventh person I actually talked to. So, count yourself as a special person."
"Stella? You alright?" Demi said while running towards us.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." I responded to her.
"Hi." Arly said to Demi.
"Hey, I'm Demi." she said to Arly.
"I'm Arly."
"You don't recognize her do you?" I asked her.
"I really don't recall." Was her response.
"Finally! Someone. I love you Arly." I yelled. It was weird since my mom, is like the Demi Lovato.
"Do you anybody with Lovato as their last name?"
"My little sister and mom always talks about this pageant lady named Dallas Lovato. Does that count?"
"She's my sister."
"Well, that's cool."
"Arly."
"Que paso Stella?"
"My mom is Demi Lovato."
"I know. She's standing in front of us chick."
"No, like I mean she's Demi Lovato. You know, the singer?"
"Nah chick. Sorry Ms. Lovato, but I really don't know you."
"Call me Demi. I'm not that old."
"ARLY!" Someone yelled.
"Fuck. Well, gotta go. Uh give me your phone." She said while getting my phone and writing her number on my contact list.
"Here's my number. So, hit me up when you can."
"Okay. I will. Bye Arly."
"Peace chick." she said while skating away.
"New friend?" Demi asked.
"Yeah. New friend."
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Fanfiction"For the world, you are someone, but for me, you are the world." Isn't it just peculiar how your family for example, makes you go with your "mom," even though she never really wanted you in the first place? Demi, (well I mean "mom" since grandma...
