To Rekindle

Chapter 21

Our sleepover at Anna's house was the whole stereotype of sleepovers.

You know the ones, pillow fights, attempt to tell scary stories but then wind up laughing at it instead, gossip, talking about boys, and blasting music while painting nails. Then we ended our night with truth or dare.

I guess that is how you could say I woke up with my face pressed up against the toilet seat.

When I opened my eyes, I was met with a white surface. My eyes moved towards the giant hole in the middle. My eyes went wide.

I screamed and I heard multiple doors opening, guessing my friends fell asleep in some odd places also.

"OMG WHAT HAPPENED"

"WHO DIED"?

"WHAT'S GOING ON?"!

"IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?!"

I covered my ears. "GUYS"!

They all immediately shut up and looked at me. "I'm fine guys. I just screamed because I woke up drooling on the toilet seat."

They all sighed with relief. But seriously, what I experienced when I woke up... was disgusting.

We all looked up and exchanged glances. Then we all burst out laughing.

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We were driving back to my house when Demi's phone vibrated, indicating that she had a text. When she was reading the text her expression dropped. She put the phone back in her pocket and looked out the window.

"What's wrong"? i whispered in her ear. She just shrugged and shook her head.

I know we got out of touch for a really long time and all that, but I still remember her instincts, her body language, such as when something is wronging her shoulder slump forward and she slouches. Her eyes don't sparkle with beauty and humor like they normally do. She looks distant.

But the look in her eyes... I can't get it out if my mind, it seems so familiar, like I've seen it on her before...

Oh no.

I have seen that look before.

Right

Before

She

Moved.

I remember how after the first Camp Rock she was so happy, we both always watched constantly.

But not long after that, her eyes looked distant. They were like that for a while. I always tried to get it out of her, tell me what was wrong. She would always say it was nothing, though I did not believe that. Not one bit.

I still remember when I had walked out of my house that day, going over to Demi's to see if she could come over.

There was a moving truck in her driveway, her parents walking in and out of the house with boxes. Demi sat on the driveway, with her distant look in her eyes that she had had for the past few weeks.

She looked up and saw me standing there with a confused look on my face.

I still remember the way she got up from sitting, how fast she ran up to me, how tight she squeezed me as soon as she embraced me.

I remember how cold her tears were when they fell on my shoulders.

I remember her quiet sobs.

I remember the way she had choked out "I am so sorry Clara''

I remember how that made me squeeze her tighter.

I remember when she looked up from my shoulder, how that distant look had disappeared from her eyes, finally, only to be replaced with sadness.

I remember how I nodded, showing that I understood.

I remember how one last tear ran down her cheek, how she quickly ran her fingers through my hair and whispered, "goodbye".

And with that, she walked away, and got into the car with her parents as they drove off.

I remember how she looked at me as they drove off. I remember how they were full of sadness and goodbyes. My eyes were probably the same.

Later, when I had done some web searching, I figured out she was moving to go to Hollywood to shoot Sonny With A Chance.

Demi was leaving soon.