You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 50- Finale}

A/N: enjoy :)))

"Do what you have to do babygirl." Demi encouraged as she forced me out of the passenger seat. I looked back at my sister uncertainly before shutting the door of the car behind me. I hadn't felt anxious in a while and it wasn't a pleasant feeling to be experiencing again. Tens of different scenarios on how Eva would take the news that I was into someone else and was ending things with her had been continuously revolving round my head. Most them involving a lot of screaming and tears. Of course she'd be one hundred percent entitled to yell at me. After all I had effectively used her and led her on for my own selfish purposes.

I slowly walked across the parking lot towards the cute little diner where we'd agreed to meet for our 'date'. Before I opened the door I looked back at Demi who had remained behind the wheel. She sent me two thumbs up followed up by a shooing motion, silently telling me to hurry up and cross the threshold of the place. Camila and the girls were meant to be arriving back at our place in around an hour and it would be rude to leave them locked out and waiting. Mission Eva had a time limit, there was no time for beating around the bush. As Demi put it earlier; 'it's a hit and run kinda job'. (She confirmed afterwards that she didn't mean it literally.)

As soon as I stepped inside the diner I spotted Eva sitting at a table directly in front of the entrance. Luckily she was situated somewhere obvious because the place was packed and it'd be so awkward if I had had to snoop around all the booths trying to locate her.

She got to her feet, approaching to greet me. On her way towards me I couldn't help but checked her out. I couldn't quite believe I was about to break stuff off between us. She looked absolutely gorgeous; her dark hair flowing down her shoulders with a red bandana wrapped around it to keep it off her face. She was decked out in light washed jeans, contrasting to the dark colours she always seemed to wear. However she still managed to keep up her signature badass look as she sported the leather jacket she never seemed to take off.

"Hi," she greeted, encasing me in a short hug.

"Hey Eva," I gave her a small smile. She took my hand in hers and led me back to the table she previously occupied. A pang of guilt resonated within me at the action. The way she linked my fingers with hers couldn't be classified as friendly. Friends don't hold hands like that. It was undeniable that she thought of us as something more or that she believed we were heading that way. I felt truly awful that I didn't return the feelings.

"How have you been?" The dark haired girl asked as she placed our still entwined hands on the table surface, "you're looking amazing today by the way." She added, blushing slightly.

"Thanks," I accepted the compliment, biting my lip awkwardly. I had to tell her before she had the chance to be sweet to me again and made me feel even more guilty. "Er- I kind of have to talk to you about something." I admitted, retracting my hand from hers.

"Okay...?" Eva dragged out the word, pushing me to explain.

I wiped my palms, which had become disgustingly clammy due to the nerves, on the fronts of my pants as I forced myself to start reciting the speech Demi had helped me prepare this morning - I hadn't trusted myself to ad-lib, there was too big of a chance I wouldn't explain myself properly.

"Um, Eva you're a great girl. I've really enjoyed hanging out with you recently but the truth is-" my mind blanked. The words Demi and I had concocted previously, getting lost somewhere between the memory store in my brain and my voice box. All I could remember was my sister telling me to be straightforward and honest about the situation. I continued cautiously, taking Demi's advice and trying not to get frightened at the fact I was about to make myself vulnerable. "-recently I've been a bit confused about things. I met this girl a few days before I met you who completely made me question my feelings towards girls." I paused to take a breath. "Then you asked me out. I agreed, you came across as witty and funny and you were obviously stunning. I also thought that, by being with you, I'd be able to understand if I had the capacity to like girls or if I'd completely misunderstood what I was feeling towards the other girl. I realise this was utterly selfish. Honestly I'm so sorry but I just can't lead you on anymore because, um well, I really do like this other girl."