My Nightingale [Demi Lovato Fan Fiction]

Chapter Fifteen

~Alison’s POV~

I looked over at Demi laughing while talking to someone on the phone, after a while of talking she finally decided to get off and help me set the table.  She grabbed the mashed potatoes that the chefs she hired made. Ok I know we should be cooking for ourselves but if other people want to do let them.

 “Who was on the phone?” I asked Demi, she set down the pot and turned over to go to the kitchen to get another one and I trailed behind her.

 “Oh just my stylist,” Demi said, she smiled as she smelled the dessert and she was about to take part of the chocolate fudge cake but I grabbed it before she could lay a finger on the perfection.

 “No Demi, don’t make a mess upon its innocence.” I said, quoting a song.

 “Did you just quote One Direction?” Demi asked, I nodded and shoved the cake in the fridge, I like my fudge cold.

 “Yeah I did, I also ship Diall.” I teased, she rolled her eyes.

 “We’re just friends, anyways have you seen where my cupcake went? I swear I left it in the frid-“ I heard Demi say, but I can’t let her put two and two together to figure out I ate the cupcake.

 “What was your stylist saying?” I said changing the subject, she closed the fridge and was suddenly excited.

 “She’s bringing her daughter along, she’s your age so I would love for you to have a friend, plus you need a study buddy.” Demi said, I was happy until she said, study.

 “Wait I’m actually going to learn on tour, I thought this was going to be fun.” I whined, Demi grabbed the chicken and I grabbed the mixed fruit salad and we walked out of the kitchen to the dining hall.

 “Yes you are, I’m not letting you ruin your education.” Demi said, we made it to the dining hall and we set down the food.

 “Get the plates.” Demi said, I walked over to the cabinet, sighing.

 “What’s her daughter’s name?” I asked as I passed Demi the plates.

 “Angel, I think.” Demi said as she put down five plates.

 “Five plates?” I asked.

“I invited my stylist and her daughter over as well to make this mom drama a little bit less awkward.” Demi said, I swear if her daughter is a complete witch spelled with b I will lose my shit on tour.

 “She better be nice.” I warned her, as the bell rang.

 “Oh trust me,” Demi said, we walked over to the door and opened it up. It was of course my mother, she was actually dressed in cleaner clothes but her face was still pale but the bags under her eyes were a bit dark. Demi invited her in and led her to the dining room, I just shut the door and started to walk behind them when the bell rang again.

 “I got it!” I yelled walking back to the door, man this is so much work.  I opened up the door, my eyes landed on a tall woman in a regular gown and another girl who was dressed in a similar dress as mine.

 “Hi, I’m Alison, come in.” I said, both people walked in, Angel’s mother heels clicked but angel’s feet were silent. I looked down and saw she was wearing the exact same flats as me.

 “Nice flats.” I whispered, she looked over to mine and smiled.

 “Thanks love your fashion sense.” She said, we look like twins except we look different. I led them both to the dining room where they greeted Demi and my mother nicely; no judgment was in their eyes. I really like them both so far.

 “Cynthia so nice to have you over.” Demi said to her stylist, who I now know names is Cynthia.

 “Demi it’s so nice to be over.” Cynthia agreed. We all took our seats, I sat next to Angel on one side, the other three women were on the opposite side happily chatting, and my mother was also included in the conversation.

 “Well let’s dig in.” Demi said we all picked out everything we wanted; my plate was piled just like Angel’s. I’m glad she isn’t one of those stuck up people who eat healthy.

 “You dropped a bit of food on your dress.” Angel said, I looked down and saw some gravy on my lap, I wiped it away.

 “So I hear we will be study buddies as Demi put it.” I said trying to start a conversation.

 “Yeah but I met the study lady, she seems like the type that won’t teach us well.” Angel said eating some of her chicken.

 “What? Like how?” I asked, Angel set down her chicken and looked around, she leaned over and began to whisper in my ear.

 “She just gives us worksheets and leaves to go make out with one of the staff member.” Angel said, what the heck? Well we won’t be learning much then.

 “What the- I have an idea.” I said cutting myself off.

 “What is it?”

 “How about when we go on tour we get rid of her.” I said, the idea started to expand in my head.

 “No I’m not murdering anyone.” Angel said, I rolled my eyes.

 “No I mean expose her.” I continued.

 “Nice idea Ali.” Angel said.

 “How do you know my name?” I asked, I never told her which is kind of awkward.

 “The same way you know mine.” Angel said, oh so her mother told her.

 “So what is this plan?” She asked, picking up some mashed potatoes and eating it.

 “I have a vague idea we need to plan before tour.” I said, I’m getting really excited for this.

 “Ok I can come over tomorrow.” She suggested, I nodded.

This is the start of something beautiful.