Chapter One
"You're numb to me. It's killing me. I hope you see it's killing me." - Noah Hunt (The Hurt)
"It's not your fault. Everything is okay." Noah assured me for the hundredth time that day. He looked down at me, his big brown eyes filled with compassion. "You couldn't have possibly done anything to prevent this."
Months ago I probably would have been okay with this outcome, but now after coming so far and feeling myself start to lose interest in him, I was ready for this baby. It was the only hope I had in rekindling what had once been. For so long now Noah had been the perfect distraction from the sadness that had consumed me almost a year before. I could honestly say that unlike my ex, he treated me like a princess. Always faithful, romantic, and understanding. But as of recently, the qualities he did lack were becoming the center of my attention. Unlike Joe, he rarely made me laugh, and quite frankly he was nothing to work for. There was no hard exterior to pick away at. He was just mine, and I didn't know if I liked that. Joe Jonas had been hard to replace. He was more than an ex, he was my best friend. For years, he had been the only thing keeping me together. But a lot of the time, he also made me fall apart. Needless to say, losing him was hard, and after all this time I was just starting to forget. That is until I had a miscarriage.
I blamed a lot of it on myself, even when I knew it hadn't been anything I had done. Everything was just getting to me, and part of me even wanted Noah to blame me just so that he would leave. That way, I wouldn't have to hurt him and nothing would be my fault. Of course that wasn't going to happen though. He was falling more in love with me by the day, and I was quickly falling out. I needed a distraction.
I opened the car door, and walked up my front steps. After everything that had happened that day, Noah agreed to take me home so that I could have some "alone time." Maybe now I would be able to collect my thoughts and figure out what I was going to do with all of this baby stuff. And most importantly, what I was going to do about my relationship. As I opened the door, I was greeted by my favorite face. Probably the only boy I would ever truly love, my dog, Oliver. I picked up the furry bundle and sat him down on the bed beside me. His tail wagged, as I opened my laptop to my Facebook page. One new friend request. It was probably some foreign spammer, I assumed. But to my surprise I knew him. I clicked the accept button next to the name Alex Gaskarth, and started to explore his page.
Alex was an old friend of mine who I hadn't talked to in a while. I had attended parties with him and his friends occasionally during the filming of Camp Rock 2, but after a minor fling, the two of us hadn't been in contact.
"Long time no see." Alex said, his message popped up on my screen. I hesitated at first, but then decided to reply. What did he want?
Facebook Chat: Alex Gaskarth
Demi: I know, right? What's new?
Alex: Just finishing up Warped Tour with the boys. It'll be done in a few days though. After that we should do something though. Party for old time's sake?
Demi: Yeah, sounds good to me. How does the sixth sound? :)
After Alex and I had planned to see each other we continued to talk on a day to day basis. The more we talked, the more we flirted, and the more I began to feel guilty. I hadn't even told him that I had a boyfriend, and I wasn't quite sure he knew. There was just something about him. Something so familiar, like us talking was a regular occurrence. I mean sure, we used to talk a little, but it was nothing serious. This was like I had grown up with him. Like we had never been apart.
