Demi Lovato Imagines

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Shit! 

Oh my God, what on earth is she doing here? 

Sorely tempted to duck down under the cashier desk, you only just manage to stand your ground and continue scanning the items this old lady had in her basket. Keeping one eye on the till in front of you, you use the other to follow Demi around the store as you try not to draw attention. 

Which is completely stupid, you idiot! You're the only cashier on shift right now!

"That'll be $12.50, please," you mumble as you ring up the lady's items. Your sparkling work-mode mood has vanished since Demi walked through that door and all you want to do is disappear.

Handing over her change, you give a slight smile to the old woman as she trundles away leaving you to stand awkwardly behind the counter, praying that someone else will come next in line instead of the one person you hoped you would never have to face again. 

Here's the deal - you and Demi used to be really close. Like, pretty much best friends if you don't count the people she would include in all her Instagram stories and Snapchats and whatever. You were the friend she would call when she was feeling upset or angry, not when she was just planning a holiday and wanted to know numbers. 

But you liked it that way. You didn't want to be in the limelight or get a thousand more followers just because of the people you were friends with. And besides, if people were to find out about your connection with the famous singer, they would probably ask how you became friends with her in the first place. And then you would have to go into the whole embarrassing story of how you were being bullied outside school and how Demi stepped in and gave you a ride home. Turns out going to the same school as Madison De La Garza had its perks, even if you were two years above. 

Since that day, Demi would text you a couple of times a week just to make sure you were still alright. Admittedly, that was pretty cool and when she first suggested going out for coffee together - you were stoked! From there, things just escalated and you grew closer and closer every day. 

Sometimes you would think that you were gaining a lot more out of the friendship than she was. Because come on, why would someone like Demi Lovato decide to spend so much time with some high-schooler if not for pity? But when you voiced this concern to her one time when she invited you over for a sleepover, she hugged you close, telling you how you were one of the few people she trusted and not to ever leave her.

"Promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky. 

"Promise," you confirmed, linking your finger with hers and going back to the movie you were both watching. 

You would hang out all the time when she was home from touring. And when she was on the road, she would text you every day to tell you the exciting things she was doing or if she was feeling down or...basically anything. She would tell you everything. And you did the same.

Sort of. 

You see, when Demi was away, her parents would often invite you round for dinner so you still had some company. You only lived with your dad but he had recently been getting pretty serious with his new girlfriend. And you liked her - sure - but it meant that you were often left in the house alone while they went on spontaneous holidays for weeks at a time. 

Sorry - this is such a tangent. 

So anyway, when you were round at the De La Garza's, they would sometimes invite Wilmer over too if he wasn't busy working. And that's when things turned sour. Because at the end of the night, he would always offer you a ride home. And you couldn't be rude and say no, right? But in the car, he would make...advances. Obvious ones. Ones that couldn't be misconstrued as anything else.