Demi Lovato is a typical college student, but is also secretly part of an unit of special agents - undercover cops-. Her life changes and takes an unexpected turn when her team receives a dangerous mission. Meanwhile, new feelings are starting to de...
"Let's watch High School Musical," I mumbled to myself, pleased with my idea.
It has been ages since I last saw one of my favorite childhood movies and I missed it. This part of my life seemed so far away, but so close at the same time. I smiled sadly throughout the whole film, missing Ariana tenderly. We used to organize a movie night each Friday before my parents' death and I remember how much fun it was. I also remember on which part we cried, on which part we screamed, and on which part we rolled on the floor laughing. I missed her. Ariana is my sister by heart, my other half, and we always consulted each other before deciding anything.
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I believe I disrespected the best friends code. At this instant, I wished my life didn't change, that my parents were still alive, and that I would be studying hard to pass my degree instead of being on a stupid mission.
I used to dream about becoming a doctor, but my interests quickly diverged the day I watched my parents die in front of my eyes. Right in the arms of a bunch of useless doctors. They could've saved them, I know it, but they were way too disorganized. From that day, I loathed them with all my heart and soul.
Before I realized it, I was silently crying in front of my laptop, crying all the tears I should've shed when I lost my family and best friend. I shouldn't have pushed Ariana away and I was regretting it so hard. Karma is a bitch, and when I need someone to lean on the most, I'm left alone. I felt stressed, anxious, pressured, but there was no one I could talk to.
"Just let it all out," Joe whispered, wiping gently my tears away.
I wanted to push him away, ignore him, yell him at him, but I had no strength left. So I just sobbed, sobbed, and sobbed. He simply wrapped his arms around my tiny waist protectively and held me while I mourned.
It felt good. Gosh, maybe I really am sensible after all?
The second day of the mission
I opened my eyes, bewildered, trying to figure out where in the world I was. It was already morning and the dim sunlight was proving it to me. My mind was like a huge black hole but all the flashbacks hit me like a truck when I realized who lied beside me. I was cuddled on Joe's chest, his strong arms wrapped around my body.
God, we looked like lovers.
Blushing deep red, I quickly swam out of his grip and took heavy breaths.
"You're awake?" Joe mumbled, half-asleep, making my heart jump with his enticing morning voice.
"Mmh," I nodded, still blushing and looking down.
How could I just break down in the middle of a mission? It shouldn't have happened but I guess I had to let it all out someday. But why yesterday? Everyone was concentrated on the mission while I was still thinking about something that happened one year ago!
"Don't beat yourself up; every tough agent has moments of weakness," Joe murmured, his mesmerizing eyes looking down at me.
I nodded, avoiding his stare, and flushed with embarrassment. "I'm normally stronger than this. I'm not a weak girl. I don't cry. I'm tough and badass."
He laughed slightly and pulled me closer to him. My heart started hammering faster and faster by second and my palms were already sweaty. What were those reactions?!
"I know, Demi," he said while playing softly with my hair. "But you're only human, and humans can be vulnerable. And guess what? It's okay to be vulnerable."
Stunned and amazed at the new side of him, I eyed him with curiosity. Caring? Did I hallucinate or did he seem caring? "You mean it?" I whispered, torn between sadness and euphoria.
"Every word."
It felt so good to be in his arms, and I wanted to stay like that forever. What the heck? This sounded wrong.
"Now, I have to find a way to conquer Taylor and make her mine. Would you help me or are you still jealous?" He teased soberly.
"What?!" I shrieked, somehow hurt. "It's not that your little toy drools over you that the whole world is! You're not that irresistible!"
"Don't talk about Taylor like that!" He lectured me. "If you would actually give her a chance, you'll see that she's completely different from what you think. Control your jealousy better, Demi."
I threw him a dirty glare and crossed my arms over my chest. "I am not jealous!" I affirmed confidently, facing him.
"Are you sure?" He challenged with a smirk, dangerously approaching me.
"I am sure," I repeated with as much confidence as before.
He approached me even more and my knees almost started shaking. What were those reactions? My mind mused again. I didn't like it, oh no, I seriously didn't.
"Prove it," he said once our lips were only centimeters apart.
I felt shivers running down my spine. I could feel his breath hitting on my lips and I just wanted them on mine. So badly. I closed my eyes when he leaned in and prepared myself for some electrifying kiss, but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes again, Joe was laughing loudly, pointing at me.
"I can't believe you fell for it! You really thought I would kiss you?! Haha, never. Plus, did you forget about Taylor?"
I take that back; he is a complete dick 100%. And how could I forget this damn girl if she's all he talks about? Why did she even exist... If she was living somewhere else, I would have Joe to my- What were those thoughts?! My mind screamed in an alert.
"I'd never kiss you, Demi," Joe promised seriously.
For some reason, it hurt me in the guts. My whole system was frozen and I couldn't think straight anymore. I wanted to respond 'good', but my mind kept wondering why didn't he want to kiss me. Was I too ugly, too mean, too- why did I even care? I don't care what Joe thinks. I actually don't give a damn.
"Great, because I feel the same way."
Conflicted about my feelings, I stepped into the shower and spent the next hour just thinking about what happened. Oh goodness, what was I thinking?
