Taste for Devonne (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Demi's POV:

We got to the small cafe, and Alex sat me down out on the porch overlooking the a small lake.  She joins me a few moments later with two lattes and a board game in hand.

"How does some connect 4 sound?  I rented it from their little closet over there."  She asks playfully.  I can't help but love that she has taken me away from the packed streets near campus.  We won't be bothered all the way out here, and also my sobriety won't be tempted. 'She must know,' I think to myself.  I could smell earlier that she had been drinking, so I am guessing she just knew better than to ask about taking me to bars.  Then, I think, this is an issue for another day.  Maybe she doesn't pity me or think less of me for any of my issues, and maybe she is someone who actually understands what I need in my life.

 I am perfectly happy playing a stupid game of Connect 4 with a beautiful girl.  I feel like a teenager with a crush right now; the world is painted pink, and there is nothing standing between us.  In another world, with another job, I could live this life.  But I also know that music is what I was made to do.  Plus, I've helped so many people.

"Just know that I'm competitive." I retort, making her smile genuinely.

Just as I was lining up to beat her at connect 4, quite badly I may add, I hear a click behind me.  I see Alex shoot up out of her seat, and I whip my head around to see a group of people staring, taking pictures of me.

"Don't just take pictures like that! She's a person too, you know? How would you feel if I just started taking pictures of you while you're trying to have coffee with a pretty girl."  Pretty girl, huh? I smirk.  They roll their eyes at her, and she starts charging towards them with a fire in her eyes.  I grab her hand to stop her from actually throwing hands at the group behind me, and as soon as I do, I feel the jolt again. The electric shock running from her through me. She sits down, and all I can think about is that if she's this feisty at a coffee shop, imagine how feisty she'll be...

I cannot let myself finish that thought.  What I am thinking about will be too obvious.

"They aren't worth the effort.  My picture will always be taken everywhere, and as awful as that sounds, this is the life I live," I say, sadly.

"Yeah, but it's one thing to want an autograph or to talk to you or get a picture with you.  It's another thing to just take pictures of you without your consent or knowledge or control.  It's an invasion of privacy."

I chuckle and nod knowingly.  Then I glance up at me, biting her lower lip.  I pretend to not realize what effect this may have on her, but watch for the signs that it charges her.  "What do you say we get out of here?" I whisper, finally getting my voice back.  My whole body is tingling with tension, and all I can think about is being able to kiss those lips across from me.

"Yeah! Of course!" She says, looking slightly concerned.  Oh no, I didn't mean it the way she has taken it.  Now she probably thinks I'm upset with her for going after that group, when it's actually just the opposite.  Well now, maybe I have some power play, which could be fun later---

Demi get your mind out of the gutter, I remind myself...

Let me know if you've read this far, and what you think!!