Here Comes The Sun (Demi Lovato/Naya Rivera)

Smurfette?

Chapter 8-Smurfette?

I barely spoke the next few weeks, or months. We were on a break from shooting Glee so I didn't have to go into work and The X Factor's live shows haven't started yet. We took care of the auditions earlier this summer. My birthday passed a while ago, I cancelled my trip to Kenya. I've barely been eating, but not on purpose. I just haven't, I've lost no noticeable weight so that's good. The few times I did go out I saw Marissa, she lives in my building. The old people in my building don't like her, she's too loud and always is having friends over. I am not completely out of it yet, if Selena or someone comes over I will talk but I'm never fully engaged. My fans are wondering where I've been, I think my last tweet was thanking everyone for the birthday wishes.

It is now September third.

On September thirteenth I decided to clean myself up a little bit and go out. I tweeted a "hi" getting hundreds of responses in seconds. I got dressed in a comfy but hopefully passable style, and decided to go to the mall. I tied my red and black flannel around my waist, it was a hot day. Maybe I was just accustomed to the air conditioning since that's all I have been in recently but my opinion is that it's hot as a mother. I walked to the corner of a busy street and stood waiting for a taxi to pull up.

"Demi! Demi wait up!" I heard an annoying voice call from behind me.

"Fuck." I muttered, not feeling like dealing with this right now. I leaned against the stop sign next to be hoping to blend in. Marissa tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around. "What do you want?" I didn't bother to tone down the bitterness that was evident in my voice.

"I want to talk..." She said. My anger spiked and I swear I saw red. Every moment I spent crying, hurting, or an event that caused me pain because of her flashed through my mind. The months spent alone, the friends I lost because of what she said, it all came back to me.

"Oh, you want to talk? You had months to talk to me. Months I spent putting myself back together because of how much of a bitch you were to me." I spat, walking closer to her.

"I said I was sorry didn't I?" Her voice wavered and she stepped back a bit but she still had a bit of attitude in it. That just let me know she hasn't changed.

"No, you didn't." Her eyes widened, and I continued. "Even if you did, it wouldn't have changed much. You ruined my relationship, my heart, you broke me to pieces. I'm stuck in this stupid shell unable to even come to terms with my own sexuality because of you. You ruined me. No we can't talk, never talk to me. I don't give a shit if you live in my building, I don't give a shit about you. Fuck off, and leave me alone." I saw hurt and anger in her eyes, and thankfully a taxi pulled up then. "Goodbye Marissa." I slammed the door in her face, and went to the mall.

I walked through the mall sipping on a caramel Frappuccino, feeling much better than I have in a while. I finally understood what people meant when they said how good it feels to yell their feelings out, especially to the person who made you feel that way in the first place. I feel like I had tons of bricks taken off my chest, I felt better. I strolled through the shopping center trying to find a good place to blow some money, when I came across a leather store. I owned a few leather items, but maybe I should expand that section of my closet. I pondered for a moment and strolled in.

By the time I left the store I had multiple things for a new me I decided on impulse to create. I now was looking for a salon. I know this place has one. I was on my third coffee. Hyped up on caffeine, I found a good place and walked up to the receptionist. "Hi, I was wondering if you had an appointment open for a hair coloring. Maybe a haircut also, I am not sure yet." I laughed at her expression when she saw who I was.

"We do. Is it okay if I call you Demi?"

"Yes of course!" I smiled.

"Okay Demi, come right this way. Do you know what you want?" She asked me, leading me to a chair. I sat down and she began to let out my bun.

"I was thinking something colorful, I need a change."

"What about blue? Shoulder length hair?" I grinned and nodded.

"Perfect."

Three hours later I walked out with six plus inches cut off, and my hair looking like I dipped it in Smurfette's pee. I absolutely love it. I texted Selena asking if I could come over, but not before I stopped and picked up a blue beanie. Pranks are great.

When I arrived at her house, I knocked three times but not before hiding all my hair in the newly acquainted beanie. She opened the door greeting me with a big hug. "Demi! It's nice to see you, out of bed. What's this I hear about you blowing tons of cash at a leather store? I also heard you were quite screamer today."

"Oh I don't know. Hey can you braid my hair?" She nodded and pointed for me to sit in a chair. I did and waited for her to pull of the hat. One... Two... Three.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? THE RUMORS ARE TRUE OH SHIT THIS IS STRANGELY TURNING ME ON OH MY GOD YOU LOOK GREAT BLUE I NEVER WOULDVE GUESSED I MEAN YOU LOOK GREAT IN EVERYTHING BUT WOW." I waited for her to stop screaming.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying not to giggle.

"YOUR HAIR. IS. BLUE."

I gasped, "What? OH SHIT SELENA THE BEANIE DYED MY HAIR."

"OH MY GOD THIS IS AWFUL!"

"I THOUGHT YOU JUST SAID IT TURNED YOU ON."

"YEAH I KNOW IT'S HOT."

"Good because I did this today."

"Ugh wow Demi. So what made you decide to do this?"

"I needed a change, and well to build myself up again. What better way to do that than with a new hair color and a third of the hair you started with?" I explaining feeling awkward put on the spot.

"Awhh, who knew my best friend could be so inspirational?" I rolled my eyes at her response. "So does this mean you've retired from bed duty...?" This is her nice way of asking if I am done with my slight depression. I nodded. "Yay!" She jumped on me and gave me a big hug. "I love youu."

"I love you too Selena."

Sorry for the short chapter I'm about to leave for the airport and wanted to post something. I will write more on the plane and hopefully update tonight or tomorrow. Shits about to go downnn guys. We still haven't figured out who kissed Demi in the supply closet and your little girl is hiding something big. Anyway follow me on Instagram (fistingwithdemi) and yeah. Byee! Comment for a dedication(:

OH AND I KNOW DEMI DYED HER HAIR BLUE LAST OCTOBER BUT I MOVED IT UP TO FIT WITH MY STORY.