Remember all the nights you used to fall through?
Wondering why you don't fall through like you used to
• Three Years Ago •
"Why are we here?" Demi whined as Trey basically dragged her up the set of bleachers in the New York Stadium. Demi didn't know what stadium it was considering the fact that she had been too busy moping and groaning about Trey forcibly removing her from her comfy penthouse because she needed some "fresh air."
Tour was over and it seemed like she finally had a chance to come to terms with everything that had happened before she even went on tour, like her grandma dying and her break up with Wilmer. And the truth was, she had kept all of those emotions bottled up for so long that they eventually destroyed her. All she had left was an empty penthouse and a broken heart. No matter how much everyone tried to cheer her up and fill in the void that had been left by her grandmother and Wilmer, it didn't work. So she had been reduced to a pile of tears in the middle of her bed surrounded by half empty cartons of frozen yogurt and used tissues.
"Fresh air. And one of my friends is playing today so we're also here to support him. You'll thank me for this later. Sit down," Trey demanded as Demi rolled her eyes. She didn't understand why he didn't have a private viewing booth but nonetheless, she rested her head on his shoulder and released a wide yawn. Despite how much time she had spent in bed, she really hadn't been getting much sleep lately.
"Look, I know you just wanna hide away for a while but that shit ain't healthy. I'll let you go back to your house after this game, okay? I was just trying to cheer you up," Trey explained, noticing the permanent frown on Demi's face.
"Thanks," she whispered it so quietly that it almost got carried away with the wind, but Trey heard her. He threw his arm around her and let her rest on him as the game started and all of the players came out. Somehow, Demi managed to sleep through the first half but during halftime, Trey shook her awake and insisted that she came with him down to the field to meet his friend. She sluggishly trailed behind him, fixing her sunglasses on her face as she thought about all of the shows on the ID channel that she could've been watching.
"My nigga, my nigga!" Trey exclaimed as soon as they approached one of the players in a blue jersey with football helmet on. Demi looked up from her phone as number thirteen took off his helmet and raised her eyebrow. Trey always did have the most attractive friends ever.
"Hey, who's this?" Number thirteen questioned, and Trey was about to answer until Demi surprisingly opened her mouth and spoke for herself.
"I'm Demi...Lovato. And you are...?"
"Odell Beckham Junior. It's a pleasure to meet you," Odell said with the cutest smile on his face.
"You too." Trey noticed that Demi had her flirty smile on and shook his head. She was just sleeping two minutes ago and now she was standing here flirting with his best friend. But anything was better than her moping in her penthouse with her dog.
"Hmm. Should I leave the two of you alone?" Trey asked as Demi giggled and shook her head while Odell nodded his.
"What are you doing after this?"
"I'm not sure. Trey kind of dragged me out of my house to come here. I'm glad I did though," Demi responded as Trey rolled his eyes.
"Well, you should come to the club with me and my boys. I mean, you're already out," Odell suggested as Demi nodded her head.
"We'll see you there," Trey butted in before Odell's coach called him back to the sidelines.
"I gotta go. I'll see y'all at the club though." He dapped Trey up and planted a sweet kiss on Demi's cheek before running back towards his team.
"You fast ass hoe," Trey chuckled as Demi lightly shoved him to the side.
"Shut up, you're the one who wanted me to meet him. We have to go back to my apartment. I can't go to the club looking like this."
"And you think you're about to put on one of those short ass dresses? I don't think so!" Trey retorted, but Demi knew he was joking. He was always talking about the way that she was dressed whenever she was going out.
"Okay then you gotta help me find something to wear. You think I have time to go to the tanning salon? I'm pale as fuck right now. Damn Trey, why didn't you say that he was cute? I look like a hot ass mess," Demi ranted as they made their way back to their seats to get their things. Trey wanted to stay for the rest of the game but now that Odell had asked her, he knew that Demi wasn't going to.
"You've been looking like a hot ass mess for the past few weeks and you're just now concerned about it?"
A few hours later Demi was dressed and ready for the club. The game was over and Odell's team was already at the club, but Demi had told Trey that they needed to be fashionably late because she didn't want to seem desperate. For someone who hadn't been in the dating game for six years, she sure knew how to play it.
