Crash and Burn

6. You Bet

Almost 20 minutes passed and it was nearing 8.10. We were just laying in bed, kinda cuddling and talking about ourselves. "Really? What are you doing to do after this?" I looked up at the ceiling and shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I mean, doing music in college and having my parents support it is really a blessing. I even have an internship coming up. It's just that I won't have experience and you've said it yourself how hard it is to climb the industry regardless whether or not you're in the spotlight." Demi rubbed my shoulder in a comforting way, knowing the struggle that I was going through. "I'm double majoring so I have a back up plan. No big." I looked over at Demi and smiled, showing that I was genuinely okay with the situation. "Wait, you're double majoring?" I nodded and a proud smile stretched across my face. "In what else?" I looked over at Demi, a little sheepish to admit what I've been majoring in. It's nothing embarrassing, just lame to a lot of people because music was 'supposed to be' a back up plan instead. "Psychology." Demi's eyes widened. "You're one smart ass kid, aren't you?" I threw my head back on her shoulder and laughed. "Not really, psychology has just always been an interest of mine and Melissa just pushed to me to take it when I found out how much it would help people and how big of a thing it was." I felt Demi nod against the top of my head and looked up at her. I couldn't tell her the real reason why I actually got into psychology. It was kind of because of her.

Flashback

"Al?" I looked up to see Melissa standing by my doorway, looking really upset. "Mel, what's wrong? Come on in." Melissa walked in and plopped beside me on my bed, snuggling in immediately. "What's bipolar disorder?" I looked at her, taken aback at the question she was asking. "What's an eight old like you asking that question for?" Melissa looked broken, sniffling her way through her answer. "Demi checked into rehab for a little bit, you know that right?" I nodded and hugged her tight. She was heart broken the day that Demi Lovato announced that was going into rehab. "Well she came out and she has bipolar disorder. I read online that she was crazy." I sighed and rubbed her shoulders. "Baby, that doesn't mean that she's crazy. It's okay to have an illness like this. There's always medicine and ways to make you feel better, you know." Melissa looked up at me, a hopeful glint in her eyes. "Do you know about it?" I smiled gently at her and shook my head. "Not much, but I can if you want me to. I'm sure I can go about more websites online." I stopped when I felt Melissa shaking her head on my shoulder. "No Al, can you go study about it next time? You said you wanted to. Either music or about this kind of thing." I looked at Melissa, knowing that if I said no I would break her heart. I smiled and nodded. "Pinky promise, baby."

So here I am, 7 years later, double majoring in psychology and music. I looked over at the alarm clock I had beside me and realized it was already 8.15. "Time for breakfast. Fruit and protein shake okay with you? I go light before the workout and load on some carbs afterwards." Demi smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect." I stood up from the bed and grabbed her hand, leading her downstairs. "Take a seat, m'lady." Our hands never left each other walking down the steps into the dining room. I pulled out a chair for her and a big cheesy grin spread across her face. "Why, thank you."She pecked my cheek and went to sit down as if nothing ever happened. I stood there stunned, completely forgetting to push the chair in while she was lowering herself down. "Fuck!" I broke out of my zone and looked at Demi, ass planted on the floor and glaring up at me. "What the fuck, Alex?" My eyes widened when I realized that I just made Demi Lovato fall on her ass. Her beautiful sweet ass. Shaking the thoughts out my head, I rushed around the chair and helped her up. "I'm so sorry, Demi. I just got distracted and I wasn't paying attention." She glared over at me before raising her eyebrow and smirked. "Distracted by what?" She leaned in and whispered in my ear, her hot breath brushing my skin. Demi pulled away and looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to actually push the chair in this time.

2 hours later, we walked back into the main house. We had a guest house that was turned into a gym for me while I was a swimmer. "I can't feel my body." Demi groaned and plopped down onto the same dining chair. I laughed as I made my way to get a bottle of water for her. "Catch," I tossed one to her, expecting her to hear me and react. Of course, she didn't and the bottle crashed right into her chest. "Mother fucker!" Demi jolted from the pain she felt and started placing her hands on her chest. I looked away, not wanting to be rude and felt Demi glare at me from the back again. "I'm sorry, I told you to catch. I didn't know you weren't paying attention." I heard Demi's giggles and slowly turned around, catching her eyes. "Did you turn around because I held my boobs in my hands?" While saying that, she casually just placed her hands back on her boobs. My eyes widened and my face was most definitely flushed again. "Whoa, what's going on in here?" I looked over to the entrance of the dining room and saw Melissa in her pjs, looking at us both suspiciously. "Nothing, just planning my revenge on your sister when we meet up to do BJJ soon." Yes, I do MMA and BJJ was a starter for me. I looked over at Demi while getting things out the cupboard to make breakfast for the three of us. "You think you can beat me?" I placed a hand on my hip and raised an eyebrow at Demi. She threw her head back and laughed out loud. "You bet."