Demi's POV
"I think I have a heart attack." I finished singing. "Thank you guys. I love each and every single of you so much!" I smiled as I left the stasge. "You did great" Mikey (Manager) said and gave me a thumbs up. "Thanks" I smiled and went to my dressing room. Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! "Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Hey"
"Who is this?"
"Chuck Norris"
"Hey Justin"
"Wow, you just ruin the whole moment." He chuckled.
I giggled. "I'm sorry, haha."
"What are you doing?"
"I just finished a gig"
"Oh, uhmmm. Can we hang out?"
"Now?"
"yeah"
"okay"
"I'll pick you up in 20"
"Okay bye"
"Bye"
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Justin POV
I just have to talk to her. She's all I could think about since that incident with Scooter. Everytime I close my eyes, all I think about is Demi. I'm really falling for her and I don't know what to do. I have no idea if she's see the news or not. Honestly, I hope she has so she'll already know what to expect, but then again by the way she sounded I can tell she has no clue. What am I going to do?
Demi POV
Beep! Beep! That must be Justin. I walked out the front door of my house to see Justin parked in my driveway. Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Alright, Alright I'm coming" I said locking the door and jogging down the walkway. I could see Justin through the windshield. He looked nervous and shooken up, like he'd just seen a ghost or something. He just stared at me as I walked around to the passenger side. I hopped in quickly, it smelled like cinnamon. "Hey dude" I said to him. " hi "
"what's wrong with you?"
"nothing, Demi" He said putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway. He kept his eyes forward with one hand on the wheel and the other on his thigh, making patting sounds
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"So, how has work been?" I asked trying not to set him off.
"Fine" He said straight forward. We've been driving for 20 minutes and all he says is fine. Fuck set offs, he is going to talk to me one war or another. "Justin can you please just tell me what's wrong? I asked. "I told you nothing Demi, gosh!" he said angrily. "well, i'm sorry that I care enough about you to ask!" I growled. " You know what!" He yelled. I felt the car come to a hault. I have know idea where we are. He continued.
"Demi, I know that you care and I know that you get worried but when I say i'm fine why can't you just believe me?!" He yelled. I looked at him in the eyes and could read him like a book. He was hurt and confused. He looked down at his lap and rubbed his temples. " I-I'm sorry, okay? ... I just don't want you to be sad. Whatever you need to feel better, please just tell me" I said "There's one thing"
"What?" I asked
" you " he whispered. I couldn't breath.
