Loving You

four.

        It's been three weeks since Demi had explained her feelings for me, and our relationship still hasn't moved forward since then, it's like we're still two best friends that met almost five months ago. Demi's been so busy with work, I haven't gotten enough alone time with her, which absolutely sucked because we've been spending months together alone and it's just different, I guess. 

        She'd wake up early and have to drive down to the arena, get all their gear set up for the show, while we sat upstairs in her dressing room while Jill put on pounds and pounds of makeup on her face. I'd also have to watch her get her hair done, get her outfits ready and then by then, sound check is just about ready to start. 

        I love being on tour with Demi and all, like I'm living a Lovatic's dream, but it does get boring, especially when you're the one who has to wait backstage for hours. It's only about three weeks since her tour has started, and honestly I'm hoping for it to end. I know Demi loves it, but I get really lonely. 

        And by the time sound check is over, she needs to get ready for meet and greet, which still gives us no time alone. She's downstairs for about an hour or so meeting fans, while I continue to sit upstairs and watch the hours go by. 

        Then, the show starts, but Demi's actually upstairs while her opening acts perform. Just because she's in the same room as me doesn't mean we get time alone. They're still people from her team that hang out in this small dressing room, and Demi's also too being doing vocal warm ups. She doesn't have any time to sit down and have a conversation with me.

        After the show ends, she's too tired to do anything. She falls asleep on the way back to her hotel, and then sleeps for the rest of the night. The entire thing repeats again the next day. 

        This whole relationship thing that Demi thought would work out, isn't working out as good as I thought it would be. Unless I'm just jealous that I don't get her to myself, maybe that's the reason. Whatever the reason is, I'm sure that this isn't going to work out and we'll just remain as friends. 

        I sat on the couch that was inside her dressing room, watching as people from her team ate snacks off the table, or some were talking about stuff I could care less about, and some were just alone, doing something on their phone. 

        The sound of Demi performing echoed from the stage and you could hear the booming of the speakers from all the way up here. I was thinking about going down there and watching from the side of the stage, but it's too crowded and I don't feel like getting in the way. 

        My cellphone is almost dead, and I never brought my charger so my only source of entertainment was gone. 

        My eyes landed on Marissa, her eyes locked on her phone screen and her thumb sliding the screen up and down, obviously reading something. 

        "Hey, Mar?" I piped up, earning a glance from her. 

        "What's up?" She answered, her eyes looking away from her phone and giving me her full attention.       

        "Would you possibly have your phone charger with you?" 

        "Ah, shoot, no. I'm sorry, I think Demi might have brought hers though." She gave me an apologetic smile before she looked back down at her phone, continuing to read whatever she found interesting. 

        Letting out a sigh, I stood up from the familiar couch and made my way over to Demi's bag, digging around through it before I was met with a white cord. Smiling to myself, I pulled the long slim object out of the bag and walked back over to the couch I was previously sitting on. Leaning over, I plugged it into the outlet that was in the wall before plugging the other end of it into the bottom of my phone.