Here Comes The Sun (Demi Lovato/Naya Rivera)

I Will Break Your Telly

Chapter 2-Demi's POV

"Here are your scripts, quickly read them over and we can get started!" Our director instructed from the front of the room. Really enthusiastically, may I add. A green-eyed, strawberry blonde assistant handed me a script and I thanked her, smiling. Every one with a speaking part in the first two episodes of season five was seated around a rather large, expensive looking round table getting ready to read through the episodes. After I studied my lines I was able to sit back and watch in awe at the talent spread out before me. I sat and listened for a while admiring each word that was spoken, each look with a ton of experience and feeling behind it. The writers wrote this perfectly. It was funny but not crack-funny, it still managed to be serious. We were all having a great time, not taking it too seriously but still practicing and getting our work done. A couple of times someone would say something, you could tell it was an inside joke, I was lost. Each time this happened the blondish-brunette guy sitting next to me would rub my arm comfortingly. The third or fourth time this happened though I was letting my insecurities get to me. Have you ever felt like you didn't fit in? That the people around you didn't give two shits about you? Well, that's what I felt like. I think his name was Blake and he could tell. He leant down and whispered in my ear, "It's okay, I was in your place last season. You'll catch on soon enough, don't worry." He looked into my eyes and I felt this instant connection with him. I knew we could be close if we talked. Something about him just understood. I calmed down and let the chaos ensue.

A couple hours later everyone was having a great time. Considering the recent circumstances with a death in the cast, I applaud them for not crying their eyes out every second. Time flew by and soon enough we reached the second Beatles episode. My parts were arriving. Taking a deep breath I relaxed into my soft, leather chair rubbing the arm rests nervously with my hands. Looking across the table at Lea and Naya for reassurance they nodded giving me genuine smiles, even making a sneaky silly face to calm me down. I giggled glancing at the words on the page even though I already had the first couple sentences memorized. It was simple, flirty, playful banter between Santana and my character Dani. I giggled at the lines I was supposed to say. I had to give the writers credit, I was absolutely in love with Dani.
"No I'm totally kidding, I love lady parts." I said while laughing. Santana's line before this one cracked me up because it was hilarious for one thing and, coincidentally, I was wearing a lot of eyeliner today. Of course, no one ceased to point this out and I was blushing furiously. I ignored the heat on my cheeks and rolled my eyes. I also stuck out my tongue at Chris a couple seats down who asked if his OTP from the show was going to become canon in real life. We went over a couple more scenes after we finished before everyone was told to go home around four and practice our lines. We will meet up the day after tomorrow to rehearse on set, then the day after that we will start shooting. This role and how we go about it is a lot different than the other TV shows and/or movies I've been a part of. Granted, those were childish and Disney but it is more relaxed here. Maybe it's to make everyone comfortable since the topics covered are more personal and we deal with highly realistic situations instead of a princess coming to live with a real laid back girl for protection. The same explanation can be why it is also slightly emotional, though that may just be right now because of Cory's death. There is serious tension in the air because of it and I can tell it is strictly taboo to talk about. I did not know him that well but I could consider us, well we were, friends I guess. There was an understanding between us because we both dealt with substance abuse at one point or another; though neither one of us knew it would kill him. It took a toll on me- knowing I didn't do anything to help. Especially since it was a problem so familiar; I mean I was in his position not that long ago.

I was lounging on the magenta colored couch in my dressing room thinking about everything and anything that came to mind. A repetitive thought? This role. Am I ready for this? I don't like girls. I'm playing this role because I wanted to get back into acting and it seemed fun. But what about.... No. Plus with this job I get to hang out with amazing people. Except why am I so nervous? Why do I need to keep going over this in my head? A knock on my door interrupted my frustrating discussion with myself and I could not be more grateful. "Come in!!" I shouted for the second time that day, too comfortable and lazy to move from my position.
"Well hello my gorgeous on-screen girlfriend." Naya said waving as she strolled into my sanctuary. My stomach fluttered.
Wait hold the fuck on Demi. Do you not remember the conversation you had with yourself five seconds ago?
Naya plopped herself down onto my legs making herself relaxed causing me to shift a little bit to get comfortable again. It was a couple seconds of us both chuckling awkwardly before she spoke. "So, how are you liking the job so far?"
"It's amazing!" I gushed, "I've never had so much fun on a show, and everyone is so nice and accepting." Naya grinned looking down at me, clearly pleased with my words and I giggled but stopped immediately. She's not even in my life anymore but I'm still letting her get to me... This isn't right Demi. You didn't mean to feel like that. He isn't in your life either. Stop it.
"Yeah, I know. It isn't every day you come into a place where every single person accepts one another. It is even crazier because we are all so different. The cast and writers really try to put that feeling and acceptance into what is happening on the show. Even if it's a fight, we try to make the viewer's realize what is right. We stress that it is okay to be who you are. Do you get what I mean?"
"That's what I love about it!" I sort of screamed excitedly, "I try to teach the same thing through my music. I want to let all the people in the world know it is okay. That it is okay to have problems, scars, and that no matter what you are going through you can get through it." Naya nodded, a silent understanding going through us. We sat in a non-awkward silence, both of us not sure what to say. She was the one to speak first.
"Anyway, enough with the mushy talk. Do you want to hang out? We could go bowling or something. Obviously we are going to be spending a lot of time together playing love interests and all... I mean, we might as well get to know each other!"
"Sure, just let me change my shoes. I hope you are ready for me to kick your ass, Rivera." I challenged her, smirking.
"Oh you are on Lovato!!" She laughed and smiled deviously.

"Yeah Demi, you sure kicked my ass." Naya laughed as we walked back to her car,lightly shoving me to the side.
"I was just warming up, wait until next time!" I winked, bumping her hip with mine lightly.
"Mhm, that's it... Forget the twenty gutter balls and lack of skill." The sarcasm was evident in her voice and I rolled my eyes at her response. Gosh I loved this girl. We only met today yet after talking we bonded almost instantly. Having so much in common, (As we figured out throughout multiple bowling games- I kept insisting on rematches) it was hard not to click. I believe, and hope, if we keep talking we can become really close. She has told me a ton about Lea and I hope the same happens with her. It would be good for me to meet new people and have new experiences. I really need a fresh start after everything that has happened in the past couple months. After that thing happened, I have really kept to myself. Selena was one of the only people I would talk to, I pushed everyone else away.
After hopping in Naya's shiny, black SUV I didn't waste any time in making myself comfortable. "You know, blondie, it is going to suck when you have to move. Don't forget your home is only like ten minutes from here."
"Shh, don't ruin it!!" I whined, closing my eyes. I assumed my dear friend rolled her eyes as she started the car and drove out of the parking lot. "Turn on the radio, I could use some music right now," I demanded, still trying to get earlier thoughts out of my mind. My hands were behind my head residing on my neck with my feet kicked up on the dash ignoring her mutters of how it was a "new car." She sat on my legs earlier, now it was my turn to relax.
"You're a right bitch you know that?" She playfully insulted me, but did what I said anyways. An official notice interrupting my Britney Spears made me groan but I listened anyway.
"Pardon this interruption." It is not pardoned but whatever. "An accident has occurred on Interstate 151 and it, including all the roads around it, have been blocked. I apologize for any inconvenience.
"Hoe, shut the fuck up!" I sat up and screamed at the radio, clearly not pleased.
"Wow Demi, I never knew you could be so ladylike." The Latina driving laughed.
"Shut up, the only other way to my house is like an hour away!" I slapped the radio and she scolded me but clearly not really upset.
"Just go to sleep," Naya rubbed my arm comfortingly, "I have your address plugged into my GPS. It's fine."
I did as she said and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up to my phone screaming at me from my nightstand. Literally- Selena recorded herself her own ringtone. The clock read 1:33 AM, this better be good." Wait, how did I get in my room? I will deal with that later, from the looks of my phone she has called 3 time already and I know from experience she won't let up. This better be good. "Hello? I swear if this is about an infomercial you saw on TV I will come over and personally throw your telly off of your balcony." I threatened, not happy I'm awake right now.
"DEMETRIA!" She shouted, "I have been trying to reach you all afternoon! Where have you been?"
"Busy." I sighed, "Look I will tell you all about my first day back acting, which you clearly forgot about, and I will let you tell me about whatever you called about later. Right now I am tired and just need to sleep."
"But-"
"I love you boo, but I need rest."
"I really need to tell you-"
I interrupted her again, "Goodnight." I hung up on my best friend and tossed my phone across the room. Pushing all thoughts out of my head I squirmed around a little trying to get comfortable again before I fell back to sleep.

So.... Our Demi has some secrets! Any ideas on what they are?

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