It was the day. College acceptance day. You eagerly drive home from school to see what awaits you at your mailbox. You take the mail out of the box and rush to your room. Demi, unfortunately has been on tour all month and cannot be with you when you open your letters, so you decide to Facetime her instead.
"Hi Baby," You say nervously. You were internally freaking out to find out what schools you were admitted to.
Demi immediately picked up on your nervous tone saying, "Baby you're going to be okay. No matter what happens you'll find a place to land." She smiled, "Now open them!" She yelled excitedly. You begin to open the first of four letters. With each letter Demi screams with excitement as she hears the "I got in" line leave your mouth.
You save your top choice, New York University, as the final letter. "Baby we're on a roll!" Demi say cheerfully.You look at her and notice that she's putting on her microphone. She must be getting ready for sound check, you thought. "I wish you were here so I could just make you open it. " You jokingly say. You begin to open the letter and confetti pours from it. "O my god" You scream. "Y/F/N Y/L/N we are honored to admit you into our newly recruited freshmen class" Demi cheers which makes her whole band cheers. You didn't notice that she was on stage until you heard a crowd behind her screaming. Demi turned the camera to the hundreds of fans that got to attend her sound check. "Okay everyone on the count of three say congratulations Y/N. Okay? One. Two. Three." "Congrats Y/N" You hear hundreds of people say. "Thanks everyone." You say laughing. Demi turns the camera back to her and says "I'll call you later baby." and hangs up.
A couple hours later your phone rang. It was Demi. You quickly answer the Facetime and Demi immediately says, "We need to talk." You know that is never a good sign. "What's wrong Demi?" You ask worriedly. "I just want you to know that wherever you decide to go I want to make this work. If that means I have to fly to you every weekend or fly whenever I have work off I'll do it. I love you and I want to make this work. But I don't want you picking a school because of me. I want you to go to the school you want to go. I want you to go to NYU. I don't care if its 3,000 miles away from LA. " You start to cry. You were touched that Demi was willing to drop everything to see you. "Okay baby. We'll make it through this, together." You hear your front door open.
Demi is standing there, flowers in hand, and you immediately run to her. "Baby" You say crying. You kiss as if you hadn't in forever. You stay in the front room, holding Demi. When you finally let go Demi says "You're mine, new yorker. You're mine. "
