Taste for Devonne (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Demi POV:

As the final strum of Cool for the Summer rings out, I am suddenly saddened tonight's concert is already over.  My face falls, but then I yell out "Thank you guys so much for having me.  I love you Tallahassee!"  

I wish I knew people here- it seems like a fun place to explore and I'm stuck here for the next week. Maybe it's time to go make some local friends? But it's hard making friends in a new place.  Most people are just after the fame and fortune and not 'me'.

I exit the stage and thank my band and dancers.  This is a whole new group, so I don't know them all well enough yet to go exploring with them.  I don't trust them with my sobriety after that last group I had.  

I quickly remove my makeup and extensions, grab my favorite hoodie (ugh nothing is better than an oversized hoodie to make a girl feel at home), and I start to walk around.  Maybe nobody will recognize me and I can explore this city, uninterrupted.

As I am walking through the massive stadium, searching for an exit, I see a petite brunette girl desperately trying to help a quite drunken man, who clearly towers over her. 

They look like they need help.  I would hate for something to happen to either of them because I was too self-absorbed to stop and help.  I'll have time to explore later anyways!

"Do you guys need some help?" I ask, hoping to offer some assistance to this poor girl, who obviously has been left by her friends to babysit him.

She turns around and I can't wipe the stupidest grin off my face.  God, this girl is gorgeous.  And not in the supermodel type of way.  She has long brown hair and freckles, with bright blue eyes.  She's taller than me, but not by much, and she is one of the only people here not in booty shorts and a crop top.  Her casual dress and light makeup make her all the more attractive to me- I get sick and tired of fake and flashy people.

But then she says the phrase I really did not want to hear tonight, "Oh my God you're Demi Lovato," and my face quickly falls.  I stammer and try to bring back the initial smile, and she sees me struggling to keep it together and not run away.  I really didn't want attention right now, all I wanted was to be a college kid for a night, and that's already messed up.  I sigh disappointedly.

She reads my body language and winks at me playfully, saying, "Tonight you shall be Devonne, then.  Who even is Demi Lovato? I've never heard of her."

I perk up a bit and remind myself that this isn't about me.  I'm the one who walked up to help this poor girl, and she's obviously nice enough to care about my feelings and not draw attention to me.

"Or maybe Susan," she jokes giving me a light tap with my left hand.  I like her playful demeanor.  It reminds me of when I was in my very early 20s. 

I tip my head back, finally understanding the 'Susan' reference and emit a cackle.

I notice the redness on her cheeks and pick my hand up to outline her cheekbone with my pointer finger.  Why did she blush so hard?  Does she find my hyena laugh attractive or is she just nervous because I am considered a celebrity?

She grins with the touch of my hand and looks shyly at her feet.

Ugh, this girl does something to me.   

Then, we are interrupted by the man throwing up all over himself, and I rush to his side to aid in getting him home.  This stupid, stupid boy.  But, maybe it's not the worst situation if I get to spend some time with her...

I'm probably going to write a few more chapters all at once and then let this story sit for a bit and see if anyone is interested in me continuing it.

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