Taste for Devonne (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Demi POV:

"Hey buddy, let's get you home," I encourage him as the girl has seemed to drift off into her own thoughts.  She snaps out of her daze and turns around as the man leans into me, stumbling hard.  I may be in shape, but I am not nearly strong enough for this situation.  The girl and I help get his soiled shirt off him and into a trash can, as we start to walk out of the stadium.

She smiles warmly at me as we start to walk, and I can see the compassion in her eyes.  What a lovely heart this girl has.  

"I don't believe I ever caught your name while you were trying to decide what to call me," I say when I realize I still don't know the young girl's name.

"It's Alex," she replies.  "Like Alexandra?" I ask.  "No, like Alexa but less girly and more 'me'" she replies cooly.  

We get back to what I assume is the Alex's apartment, and it dawns on me that this is quite a precarious situation for me to be in.  Max would kill me if he knew I went to some random girl's apartment with a drunk, 6'2" man.  'At least I've got jiu-jitsu training?' I think to myself. No excuse, I know.

But, I feel safe with Alex.  The man, who I've come to learn is named Dale, is no longer nauseous and is talking to us now; he's going to be just fine.  Poor Alex got stuck with him when her roommate and a guy named Aaron 'wanted to leave the concert early.' Alex is pretty certain they just wanted to go fuck.

We throw a backpack on Dale  just in case, so he can't roll over onto his back.  Funny how things change- I used to have to be taken care of like this all the time.  I spent months at a time having babysitters stay up overnight with me, worried I would suffocate on my own vomit.  Worried I wouldn't wake up.  I suddenly find myself going down that rabbit hole, and I don't even notice my tears until I feel Alex's soft touch on my face, wiping them away.

I dart my eyes over to her and pull away more suddenly than I had planned to.  I don't want to be abrasive but I'm not used to crying in front of people I don't know.

Plus, this is a fresh wound.  Remembering that part of me is quite honestly terrifying.

Alex POV:

I understand why she's backed off, and I don't mind.  I can see the sadness in her eyes.  She gives a weak smile, but I'm not going to push it.  I know she had a rough time last year when she broke her sobriety and landed in rehab again after too close of a call.

"Would you like to explore, or would you rather watch a movie?" I offer, breaking her away from her thoughts.  I expect her to say that she's ready to go back to her hotel, but I'm not going to give that as an option initially.  

"Take me to your favorite spot in this town." I can hear the joy in her voice and my smile could be seen a mile away.  I haven't been this happy in so long.  

"Ok" I simply respond, leading her by the arm out of the apartment.  My other roommates are in the apartment, so Dale will be ok.

I text them anyway:

To: Apartment Roomies

Hey guys! I met this girl and she's really cool, but only in town for a bit.  So, I'll be gone tonight.  Would y'all mind just checking on Dale every now and then?

Brittany responds:

Of course! Have fun ;)

I had told her tonight during Demi's concert that I like girls, but she's the only one who knows.  So of course I would be made fun of after tonight.

We head out the door, and I can feel the anticipation and excitement building inside of me as she grabs my hand.  I can't help but let out a huge breath that I didn't notice I was holding in.

"Are you good," she asks, smirking at me. No. No, not at all. I am not good. I am panicking.

"Remember, I'm just Devonne," she says to get me to relax.  "Or you can just call me Susan." 

She laughs and I chuckle sideways at her.  I really like this goof.