the Wednesday girl- Demi Lovato

9

As usual, she'd been on my mind a lot. I kept on seeing the way her shoulders dropped a little when she left the store.
I knew she wasn't unhappy. I'd seen her with her cousins and they were definitley having fun. She wasn't having a horrible time. But she wasn't having the best time either. And it made me sad. I just wanted her to be her complete self around them. Her cousins seemed like cute girls and I hadn't seen much of her aunt, so I couldn't really say. But I just didn't like the way she'd looked when she was following them to the car.

Hi there, lovely lady. My aunt doesn't need my help today. You in the mood of a visitor? I'll walk to your house, instead of driving back with her after school. I smiled at the text Reeka had send me this morning.
It was Tuesday and I actually had a few things planned, but I went ahead and cancelled my afternoon plans so I could spend time with her.

I'll come pick you up from school and we'll go somewhere, yeah? You finish at 4, right? What's your school's address? She send me the address and a confirmation that she finished at 4, before telling me that she actually wasn't supposed to be texting me during school hours so she had to go back to the kids.
Me, being the impatient person that I am, sat in my car in her school's parking lot, a full fifteen minutes before she was done. I didn't want to go in and cause any trouble, but I was trying to catch a glimpse of her with her class. I couldn't help the smile that was glued to my face, when I saw her high-fiving all her little kids as they got picked up. She looked completely worn out, but also super happy, as she stepped into my car.

"So fancy, I get door to door service," she chuckled, as she buckled her seatbelt.

I laughed. "Your royal highness deserves royal treatment, is that not so?"

"So are you like my servant? Or my designated driver? How should I address you? Miss Demi? Miss Lovato? Just Demi? Just Lovato? Just Miss? Miss Demi Lovato? So many options," she laughed. "So where are we going?"

"Where do you want to go?" I asked. "I really wish I could like take you somewhere to get ice cream or coffee or something, but I know you can't have that."

"We can go to the supermarket and I can show you exactly what I can and can't have there. It'll be like a scavenger hunt, how does that sound?" She raised an eyebrow.

I laughed. "It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I actually like that idea. Let's go," I turned on the engine and started driving to the supermarket closest to her aunt and uncle's house. "Is it hard not being able to eat so many things?" I asked, as we made our way into the supermarket. I was very happy that she'd been the one to take hold of my hand, as I intertwined our fingers.

"Nah," she shrugged. "I'm used to it. I was never able to just eat anything, I always had to ask my parents first. I don't know any different."

"Did any of your illnesses or your eating habits have any effect on what you can and can't eat?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

She smiled and shook her head. "Not really. My mental health did, though," she laughed. "Oh if you only knew how annoying my brain can sometimes be. Like literally, when I'm holding a chocolate bar in my hand, ready to bite into it, who gives you fucking permission to tell me not to eat it cause it's gonna make me fat? Even if I probably shouldn't, just shut up and let me enjoy some chocolate. I'll deal with the consequences later," she said dramatically, as she pulled me into the fruit section.

I laughed a little at the way she spoke, but I didn't like what she was saying. "You do know you're not fat though, right? You don't have to lose weight."