From A No Name To A Lovato

CH 8

"Wake up. We are home." Demi said shaking me. I woke up and rubbed my eyes. "Get the bags and take them to your room. We will get paint later today." Demi said. "Actually, my walls are fine the way they are. I'm just going to put posters all over the place." I said. "That's fine. I must get paint for Tyler's room, so I'll go with Grandma and then work on his room. When I get back home I'll have you guys help me paint his room. Tyler is going to have to stay with you or me." Demi said. "Why not all of us in your room, Mom?" I asked. "I actually wouldn't mind that." Mom said. "Okay. Do you want me to carry Tyler inside of the house?" I asked. "We did that already." Mom said. "Okay." I said. "Let me see your face." Mom said. I looked at her to hear a gasp. "They are so going to get it." Mom said. She was looking at where the person hit and by her reaction I have a bruise. If she doesn't get them first, I will be there. "Does it hurt?" Mom asked. "No." I said. I would have never thought I had a bruise.

We walked inside of the house, with me carrying bags upstairs to my room. Mom was keeping Tyler's things in her room until after she was done painting. I don't think I would ever change any of them. Demi is super nice and caring, I'm glad she adopted us. Dallas is amazing, I really do feel like she is an aunt. Maddie is cool, even though we didn't start off right I think she's starting to be cool. Dianna, I give her props, she had to deal with Demi. When I got to my room, I put the bags down knowing I have to go back to the car to get more. I started my walk back down to Demi's car when I heard someone walking behind me. "I'm helping you." Mom said. "Okay." I said. I'm getting used to calling Demi mom, so I guess I need to call her that when thinking. "Thanks Mom." I said. Mom smiled at me; then she put her arm around my shoulder. "I will always help you." Mom said.

We got to her car, and grabbed a bunch of bags. "I really don't want to come back out here for more bags." I said. "Neither do I." Mom said. We got all the bags, so we didn't have to come back out for more. "Let's get this done with. You don't need any help do you?" Mom asked. "Would you mind helping. I have so much to do." I said. "Come on then. Let's get this done with." Mom said. Brett walked up with us to help when he saw walk back in. He grabbed some of the bags from me and some bags off Mom.

After a few minutes we made it to my room. "What are we going to do now?" Mom asked. "We are going to get the clothes into my closet, and then I want to put some of my band posters up that I had before you adopted me." I said. "Okay." Mom said. We started grabbing shirts and folding them. We put Maddie's shirts into their own pile. "How much band merchandise do you need?" Mom asked. "You can't have too much band merch. It's also not all band merch." I said. Mom pulled out a Marilyn Manson shirt and folded it making a face at it. "Why do you like him?" Mom asked. "There's really no reason. I think his music sounds good and he's voice is amazing. I don't get how he has such a bad name." I said. "Well, you can listen to him, but whenever you start doing drugs I'm taking away anything by him away." Mom said. "That's a good deal." I said. "It wasn't going to be a deal." Mom said. "I kind of figured with it coming from you. I didn't know what to say." I said. "Did you like Pokémon at one point?" Mom asked. She was holding the plush Bulbasaur in her hands. "Yes. I was a nerd." I said. "I'd rather hear that than you got into drugs." Mom said. "Your file made it seem like you were a bad kid." She said. "Yeah. I didn't like being away from the center." I said. I looked down at the floor. I hated that. The people adopting you got to look through your file. Sometimes I never made it passed that. Other times the people thought they could break me. I never allowed myself to get to attached. I always thought when you got close with people they were taken from you; main reason I'm the way I am. "See unlike most people I want to get to know you from you and not some stupid papers." Mom said. I guess she could tell I hated the files. "Really?" I asked. "Yes. You seem like a cool kid. I know opening up can be hard, but I'll never judge you for it." Mom said. "I really appreciate this. Everyone just goes off what those papers say. They never get to know the kids, whatever they day is how the kid is all the time." I said. "Why?" She asked. "I have no clue." I said. "And if I did I probably wouldn't be here." I added. "True. I'm glad I got you." She said. "I am too. I may not have liked it in the beginning, but I really do enjoy having you as a mom. It may only have been a couple of days, but you treat me as if I am your own." I said. "Well that's because you are my own now. I may not have pushed you out of my vagina, but in the law's eyes I am your mother." She said. I smiled a bit. "You should keep the smile; it suits you." She said. "Thanks." I said. I rarely got things like that from other people. "No problem." She said.