You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 25}

I thought it would be awkward the next day with Demi. I don't know why, there wasn't a reason for it to be. I guess just finding out so much about her personal life and her struggles makes me feel like I'm intruding somewhat?! I don't know...

But I was proven wrong from the minute I woke up.

"Saskia! Breakfast!" She said loudly, shaking my shoulders much like the day before.

I groaned double loudly. First I hated mornings and second Demi's method of waking me up isn't exactly pleasant.

"Come on lazy head!" She laughed at my excessive groaning. "Or do I have to take the covers from you?" She added evilly.

"No!" I shouted, "I'm getting up! I promise!" Having the covers taken off of you in the morning is literally the worst thing ever. Trust me you'd be with me if that's ever happened to you.

I scrambled out of bed and followed Demi down to the kitchen where she'd already set out my breakfast. It was a chopped up banana with a glass of milk. Bad but definitely not as bad as that goddamed salad!

I started eating without any pushes from Demi this time. I managed about 3/4 of it and all the milk before declaring I was full. Surprisingly Demi just cleared my plate and didn't force feed me the rest.

"So what's happening today?" I asked as Demi washed the dishes.

"Not much. It's just us two here." Demi replied.

"Where's Mar?" I asked, keeping conversation going plus I was actually kind of wondering why she ditched us!

"She has meetings."

"Oh." I replied. It was kind of stupid of me to even assume that Marissa could just hang out with us all the time. She obviously has a job and a life of her own.

"Prefer Mar over me do you?" Demi teased, acting being annoyed.

"No!" I defended, "I love you both equally." I added, trying to keep the peace. I knew if I gave Demi the satisfaction of saying I liked her more, she'd never let it drop. But if I admitted to liking Marissa more (which actually I don't, they're equal in my eyes) then she'd probably murder me. I'm too young to die so I'd rather not let that happen.

Demi huffed still seeming annoyed.

"What's your problem?" I asked. She finished up drying the dishes before leaning over on her side of the counter, crossing her arms and huffing again. Honestly she was like a child.

"Say you love me more." She demanded. I shrugged my shoulders before wittily replying,

"It's bad to lie." I smirked at her.

"Saskia Eleanor Jackson! You're going to say it or you will suffer the wrath of the almighty Demi the fabulous Lovato!" By this time Demi had subtly made her way round the kitchen island and then she pounced on my shoulders causing me to jump (even though I knew she was there, it was scary okay?!).

"Say it." She growled down my neck menacingly.

"Never!" I shouted in defiance, jumping up from the stool and legging it down her marble floored hall.

I ran into the living room as soon as I heard footsteps rapidly approaching from behind and crouched behind the white horse statue. Yes, only Demi would have a statue of a horse in her living room. I've never been horse riding or whatever but it seems pretty life sized to me. It's ridiculous but whatever keeps that weirdo happy, hey?

"SASKIIIAAA!" Demi charged full pelt into the room, tripping on the bit on the floor where the marble met the carpet and falling face first into the back of the couch. I stayed behind the horse for a few seconds but Demi hadn't made a single sound to confirm she was alive. What if she'd hit her head badly and like... I don't know- died?! So I stepped out from behind it and went to inspect the stumbling idiot on the floor.

"Dems?" I said, prodding her shoulder with my big toe. "Are you alive?" I asked again when she didn't move. She was still breathing so I wasn't exactly worried but- "ARGHHHH!" I screamed as I was pulled off my feet onto the ground.

Demi pinned me onto the white carpet and straddled me (go away you pervs- it wasn't like that!) "say you like me more!" She said grinning down at me, obviously satisfied she had tricked me into her trap.

I shook my head as much as I was able to under her strong hold. She must work out pretty hard, I'm telling you her biceps are big!

"You've left me with no choice," she leered before doing the thing I hate most. She tickled me. She started with my arm pits but then proceeded onto my neck. I was choking up in laughter and pain, squirming under her grip.

Luckily, I was saved by the bell (Demi's phone ringing) before I could pass out for the second time in two days.

Demi rolled off me and answered it.

"Hi," "yes we're both good" "a lot better" "I think so" "I'm not so sure" "she was pretty adamant" "I'm sorry" "I'll keep trying" "yes" "okay" "love you, bye"

"Marissa?" I asked, wondering who it was on the phone.

"No. Your mom. She really wants to talk to you." Demi replied with an apologetic look on her face.

No way am I talking to the bitch whose abandoned me twice without a seconds hesitation. It's. Not. Going. To. Happen.

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Filler, so I'm sorry if I bored y'all. Got some drama planned though 😉
57 minutes until I'm 16! Woooo☺️