Demi's POV
"Demi I'm here! what's up girl?" Marissa called from the door.
"I'm in here" I mumbled through the many pillows and blankets I had my face buried in.
"Whats wrong?" she came and sat down on the bed next to me and pulled back a blanket to reveal part of my face.
"I've been asked to do a free concert"
"Well Dems, that's great!" she sounded excited until she saw my face and then her tone dropped. "isn't it?" she asked, stroking my hair.
"Yeah it's great" I sighed, sitting up, my hair matted to one side of my face.
"Well you sound like you are trying to convince your self more than me.."
"I'm happy about the concert.." I started trying to tame my hair.
"then what is it?"
"Well...I.." I was going to tell her, but I thought better of it. "it doesn't matter".
I would rather not believe that I was carrying a baby who's father was unknown, and if I tell someone about it, it seems more real.
I don't want it to be real.
"Hmm, well do you wanna go out for a meal or something tonight?" Marissa asked. "to celebrate."
"I don't really feel like celebrating right now M. Its just a small venue with hardly any people and it will only last like an hour, it's no big deal."
"Come on it'll be fun." She grabbed me by my arm, but I shook her off.
"Okay, but try not to look soo happy about it."
"Yay! Let's go to prezzo, I think your supposed to book, but your Demi Lovato so I'm sure they can squeeze us in"
Eugh
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"Can I get you any drinks, Miss Lovato?" She turned to Marissa. "Miss Callahan?"
"Erm.. I'll have a flute of champagne, in fact.." Marissa looked at me "we'll take a bottle please"
The waitress smiled, and turned to leave.
"Actually could I just have a water please?" I corrected Marissa.
"Sure" she smiled changing her notes.
Marissa grabbed my hand from across the table, "Come on, you haven't had a drink for ages, a little won't hurt."
Yeah well, that's not the only reason I'm not drinking.
"No, I would rather play it safe." I faked a smile.
"Suit yourself" she eyed the waitress walking toward us with the the drinks.
"Thankyou" I mumbled as she put the water in front of me.
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The meal was nice, the experience however was not. Marissa insisted on pretending everything was normal, while all I could think about was that night and the possibility of a child growing inside of me.
I spent the rest of the evening listening to Marissa and Natalie gossip on the speaker phone about Natalie 'still searching for a boyfriend'.
When they had said goodbye Marissa sat on my bed.
"You have been really quiet all evening, I know there is something wrong. Tell me."
I suddenly felt like I was going to be sick.
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She's My Nightingale
Teen FictionFrom the outside Jessica Mourey is just your average teenager. But on the inside she's falling apart. Demi is buzzing from her neon lights tour and she is dating THE Nick Jonas. She seems happy, but she has a secret that could destroy her. When Dem...