I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (D.L)

I Don't Have A Problem

A Few Days Later

“What’s got you so happy?” Stevie asked, watching her best friend in amusment. Demi was practically dancing around the room, packing a suitcase bound for a destination she wouldn’t reveal. “Oh just things.” Demi replied, not really paying much attention to the question. Stevie narrowed her eyes, watching closely as Demi tried to sneak a new set of lingerie into her suitcase. Something clicked in Stevie’s mind and she gasped. “Oh. My. God.” Demi looked over at Stevie. “What?” She asked, zipping her suitcase. “You’re seeing Lindsey again.” Stevie stated. Demi shook her head but made no attempt to reply verbally. “You didn’t deny it! You are!” Stevie exclaim, almost bouncing out of her seat. “So what if I am?” Demi asked. “Demi, he assaulted you! Or did you forget that?” “No, of course not! But… I love him Stevie. You of all people understand that.” Stevie frowned. “Don’t use that card against me. Don’t you dare.” Demi held her hands up. “Sorry. I forgot that you’re sensitive about the subject of your relationship with Lindsey.” Stevie sighed and began rooting around in her handbag. “I’m sorry, I overreacted. I… Damn! Where is my fucking coke?” Demi watched in silence as Stevie tipped everything out of the bag and rooted around the mess on the floor, desperate for a snort of her magic white powder. When she found it, Stevie rushed into Demi’s bathroom, reappearing later with a mirror and razor blade. She skilfully made several lines of coke and snorted them through a rolled up dollar bill. Demi knelt in front of her, moving the mirror and coke away from her best friend. “Stevie… Since when did you depend on coke like that?” Stevie looked at her and frowned. “Like what? I don’t depend on coke at all.” She replied, defensively. “But you seemed desperate to find it there. You’ve never been like that before.” Stevie shrugged. “It doesn’t matter because I’d just get some from you.” Demi shook her head. “No you wouldn’t. I don’t do coke.” Stevie’s eyes widened. “What do you mean 'you don’t do coke'?” She asked in shock. Demi shrugged. “I just don’t. I smoke the odd joint, I like a drink and I like my cigarettes, but hard drugs aren’t my kinda thing.” Stevie laughed. “Coke isn’t a hard drug. It’s just something to wake you up, give you a little kick, y’know?” Demi stood up. “I think you have a problem, Stevie. And you need help” She said quietly. Stevie stood up and squared up to her best friend, trying to appear tall without the help of her trademark platform boots. “Listen Lovato, and listen good: I don’t have a problem, okay? I don’t need to go anywhere. I just need to go into the studio and make music, okay?” Demi sighed, knowing there no point in trying to make Stevie see sense. No one told Stevie Nicks what to do. “Okay Stevie. Whatever you say.” Demi smiled. “Wanna help me pack?” Stevie’s frown turned in a grin. “Sure! And if you’re going on vacation with Lindsey, that means sex and lots of it. You’re gonna need more than one set of nice lingerie for him to rip off you. Or none at all.” The two of them giggled and started sorting through Demi’s underwear drawer. But Demi couldn’t help but watch Stevie from the corner of her eye. She couldn’t help but think that Stevie’s button nose looked more fragile than usual.