You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 44}

{photos correlate to bits when mentioned}

"FUCK YES!" I punched the air in victory as my Mii completely crushed Wilmer's. He was out cold on the floor, my Mii having battered it to death during a boxing match. I started running round the living room, my hands flailing in the air, celebrating my first ever win on a Wii game. Fun fact; I'd never been on a Wii in my entire life before this evening (I think we made up for lost time though, having spent a solid three and a half hours playing) so this first victory is both very impressive and a huge milestone in my Wii career.

"I let you have that one!" Wilmer protested, clicking through my on-screen celebratory dance in a sour manner.

"She beat you fair and square!" Marissa chipped in from the couch which she and Demi were sprawled lazily across.

Marissa had come over earlier to console Demi whilst Wilmer finished off dressing my arm. Although Demi wasn't completely her usual chipper self, she was five hundred times better than the moment in the bathroom earlier. I still feel incredibly guilty for upsetting her like that.

"Aren't you guys Wii-ed out yet?" Demi asked incredulously as Wilmer clicked on the play again button. It was a fair question. It's not as if we'd been taking turns playing. Wilmer and I had been going head to head continuously.

Demi got no reply from either of us, we were concentrating way too hard on punching the shit out of each other. I managed to (very skilfully may I add) hit Wilmer's Mii to the floor, the timer was counting down to a knockout.

6...5...4-

The room, including the screen went black.

"THE FUCK?!" I screamed, outraged that someone had robbed a victory from me. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH TURNING STUFF OFF?!" I threw the controller dramatically down on the floor, referring to when Ferris Bueller's Day Off was horrifically cut off too.

Suddenly a bright light shined in my eye.

"Ow!" I squealed dramatically, still stuck in diva mode.

I heard Demi's distinguishable laugh before two arms wrapped round me, dragging me unwillingly across the floor. I screamed, kicking my legs and arms around like a madwoman.

Being forced down onto the couch, one pair of hands kept my arms behind my back whilst the same light was shined in my face again. I squinted, it was actually really bright- it could only be an iPhone. Those damn torches are deadly.

"This is a civil arrest under the NYPD." Demi spoke in a deep New York accent, the light still trained on my face. "Anything you say now can be used against you in court."

"What exactly are you arresting me for?" I asked, giggling at the fact was being fake arrested by older sister and her best friend. What are they?! 6 years old?!

"Um..." Demi pondered out loud.

"While you decide could you please get that light out of my eyes?!" Seriously I was starting to see stars. And for all I know that may be the first sign that I'm about to go blind.

"Oops sorry Sask," Demi tittered, lowering her phone a little.

"You're such a bad cop!" Marissa reprimanded lightheartedly from behind me. Her tone then switched to a southern one, "Saskia Lovato you are under arrest for being the most violently competitive Wii player in the history of America!"

Demi gave Marissa a thumbs up, probably signalling that she agreed that these were good terms to arrest me on.

"First I swear you're from the NYPD, not some Texas department." I criticised my capturer.