hate to love you.

twenty-four

so, yesterday bella and i had a ton of fun at the mall, and basically i spent a lot of unnecessary money on a lot of clothes i don't need.

at least i have clothes for tour.

i woke up to a phone call from demi.

"where the fuck are you?" she growled into the phone. shit, i forgot i was supposed to bring my luggage and extra things to the studio to meet demi.

"i'm sorry, demi. i overslept. i will be there right away." i said getting up. i took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on some clothes.

i grabbed all of my clothes for tour and extra clothes for the rest of week at demi's and called an uber.

the uber showed up about ten minutes later and took me to the studio in about fifteen minutes.

"gabriela. i told you i had a surprise for you, but you came all late and shit?" she said a bit angry.

"calm your shit, demetria. i was with bella." i said rolling my eyes. her face lit up and she nodded. i groaned.

"hey sluts." i heard marissa call out as she walked into the room. i waved and an angry max came through the door to the studio.

"demi, what did i tell you about this?" he said angrily pointing to his now got pink hair.

demi, marissa, and i all laughed. "awe, maxie poo, it's a good color on you." she said laughing. max started tickling her to the ground until she's had enough.

"and i got all of that on video." marissa said proudly. i laughed as she went away to post it.

"okay, serious business." demi said. i nodded.

"i want you to come on stage and sing with me." she said. my face dropped.

"no, demetria." i said.

"come on, please?" i kept shaking my head no. "i'll pay you." she said.

i stopped talking, crossed my legs and put a smirk on my face. "now you're talking." i said making her laugh.

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we ended up practicing three songs that i would be doing with her. she's going all out for this tour.

after we finished at the studio in new york, we went back to her apartment so that we could rest up for the flight at midnight.

we barely slept and we ate snacks all night.

"okay, so when we get to l.a we need to get you fitted because you're going to need to have a similar outfit to mine." she started, but i interrupted her.

"an outfit like demetria's? how cruel!" i said laughing. she slapped my arm.

"shut up! you know millions of people like what i wear." she said trying to brag. i smirked.

"do they like what you wear, or how you look in it?" i said laughing. her facial expression changed and you could tell she was seriously thinking about it. i laughed.

"my sister does look pretty hot on stage." i said laughing. she flipped her hair. "well, i am beautiful." she said.

"no, i meant you actually look hot. you're always so sweaty and you look so gross." i said laughing. she began throwing popcorn at me.

"oh, demetria. you've just started a war." i smirked.

she picked up the pretzels and began throwing those at me. i ran into the kitchen as fast as i could and grabbed the syrup.

demi turned the corner and stopped.

"i wouldn't take another step towards me if i were you." i said.

she widened her eyes, put the bowl down, and raised her hands up in the air. she laughed and stayed still.

i moved towards her more and squirted the syrup all over her. she practically screamed.

when she started running, i put the syrup down and grabbed the pretzels. when i trapped her in a corner, i threw the pretzels on her making them stick.

"gabriela, i'm so gonna get you for this." she said smirking.

oh well, i shrugged.

she went upstairs and i could hear the shower water running. i decided to grab my clothes also and go in the downstairs bathroom.

i wondered why demi didn't use it. she usually does, but i guess it's because max is using it at the moment.

i went in the bathroom and decided to just wash myself. i'm happy with myself, there's no need for anything else.

i decided to wash my hair. there was shampoo sitting there, so why not.

i finished, grabbed my things and got dressed for the flight. i'll sleep on it.

i heard demi turn the shower off and bumping around getting dressed and dragging her luggage downstairs behind her.

she stopped and sighed at the bottom of the stairs. she looked up at me and froze. she gasped and her eyes widened.

"w-which bathroom did you use?" she said.

"the one over there. why?" i said picking up a pretzel and eating it.

she took her phone out and flashed the camera in my face.

holy shit it's me.

i screamed as loud as i could at the sight of myself making demi flinch.

"what's wrong?" she said care-free.

"what the hell do you mean, demetria? my hair is fucking hot pink like maxie poo's" i screamed.

"this was not intentional i promise!" she said. i groaned and went upstairs in the bathroom.

i looked at myself in the mirror. i don't look bad, but let me grab a hat.

i grabbed demi's favorite hat and put it over my semi-wet hair. why not?

when i reached downstairs, someone rang the door bell. i already assumed it was maxie.

"ready to go?" he called out. we nodded and he transferred our luggage into his car and brought us to the airport.

he's coming with us, but not today.

"good luck, ladies." he said smiling.

i took my hat off and bowed.

"demi struck again?" max said kindly laughing. i nodded and demi turned around.

"it was an accident!" she whined making me laugh.

we reached the gate and boarded the plane.

"here we come, l.a" i sighed to demi.

"these bitches ain't ready." she said calmly making me laugh. i was hella tired.

i yawned and fell asleep before the plane even took off.

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about an hour into the flight, i felt a drop. it scared the hell out of me and obviously other people on the plane too.

people were screaming uncontrollably.

the plane was falling.

i began to panic and so did demi. demi held onto me very tight and she started praying.

i didn't have on my seatbelt, so i and quickly put it on. is this real?

i kept looking out of the window, but i was silent.

as i saw land coming closer and closer into view, my heart began to race a bit more than usual.

then it all went black.