The biggest birthday party of your life was only a week away. For your 21st, you had been given money to get a tattoo. Only a tattoo that lovatics would ever understand, you we're going to have a quote from your idol, Demi Lovato. The quote was: "I have like 12 mints in my mouth." You wanted this just to remind you how amazing and funny she was, and to also make you smile when you needed it.
After having the tattoo done, you so desperately wanted to take a picture and post it, but the tattoo artist said you had to keep the cling film on for at least a day to protect it. After that, then smother it in cream until it heals. You so hoped it would be healed for your party on Saturday, only 5 days away.
2 days later, you and your best friend go shopping for some last minute bits for your party. Your tattoo was healing nicely. You finally posted a picture of it. You left your phone at home charging as it was dead. When coming back from shopping, your best friend had gone back to her house, you turn on your phone to over 50 twitter notifications and hundreds of likes on your Instagram. Every lovatic LOVED the tattoo. That made you smile. But there was still one person yet to see it. Demi. You notice a blue dot by your 'me' icon on twitter, it was a dm. You opened the dm tab, and your heart sank into your stomach. The dm was from demi!! She'd caught word of your tattoo and wanted to say her thoughts personally.
She wrote: "OMG I can't believe you actually had that tattooed on you. It's so touching that you care so much to get that, but it's so funny at the same time!😂 Maybe I should watch what comes out of my mouth in future (including the mints hahah) I love you babe, stay strong yeah?😘"
You started shaking, trembling at what you'd just read.
You composed yourself enough to reply. "Omg Demi you just made my whole life! Thank you so much for everything, I just wanted to remind myself of you and your funny quotes, they mean a lot too me, I love you so much more💝"
You were so happy, everything was perfect. The day of your party finally arrived. Obviously wishing Demi could be there, you sigh but then carry on getting ready, blasting out her music. You wore a black tutu style dress with sparkles all over and hot pink shoes.
Little did you know, your best friend had managed to get hold of Demi, and told her everything, how you suffered with depression and anxiety. Between her, Demi and your mum and dad, they were all planning something huge...
