Chances That You're Burning Through

Original | Chapter Five

The sound of a door being slammed jolts me awake from my nap. Confused and worried, I hurry out of bed and race down the stairs, almost successfully plummeting down them.

"What the hell was that?" I screech.

"Watch your mouth," Demi scolds.

I roll my eyes.

"What was that noise?" I rephrase.

"I slammed the front door," She responds.

"Why?"

"To prove a point."

"To who?"

"The delivery men."

I eye her curiously.

"Let's just say, they can't flirt," She elaborates.

I release one of  my loud laughs.

"They-they were hitting on you?" I question between laughter.

She rolls her eyes as I try to calm my roaring laughter. I wipe tears from my eyes then plop down beside on her on the couch.

"So, if the delivery men were here, it means my furniture and stuff is all here, right?" I sweetly question, batting my eyelashes.

"You don't miss anything, do you?"

"Nope," I reply, popping the "P".

I spring up from the couch and sprint upstairs. Flinging my bedroom door open, I gasp at the sight of all of my things.

"This is going to take forever to set up," I mutter under my breath, eyeing the packages and shopping bags.

"That's why we're going to help," A voice pipes up.

I jump and spin around to face Rebecca wearing a smirk on her face.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"That is what family's for," She replies with a shrug.

I guess it's still taking me a little while to get used to the fact that I belong in an actual family now.

"How about we paint first?" I suggest.

"Sure! I'll go see if anybody else wants to help," Rebecca chirps.

As she leaves to ask her family, I breath out a sigh, eyeing the mountain of purchases. This is going to be a long day.

"You did not just do that!" I screech.

"Oh I think I just did," Demi smirks.

I drag my palm against my cheek, trying to clean up the black paint that Demi splattered onto me.

"You're so going to get it, Lovato," I warn.

"Bring it."

I roll the paint roller in the black paint and approach her.

"Oh, hell no," She mutters, running in the opposite direction from me.

I chase her around the room with the paint roller as Rebecca laughs her ass off.

"Need some help?" Wilmer questions from the door with Bri standing beside him.

Before anybody can respond, he snatches Demi up into his arms.

"Put me down!" She screams.

"Each of ya'll grab a paint brush," Wilmer directs.

I watch as Rebecca smothers a brush in the paint for Bri and does the same for her brush. Demi's thrashing wildly and screaming her head off.