From A No Name To A Lovato

CH 11

We made it to Dairy Queen. Marissa came over to my side and helped me out. "What would you like?" She asked. "A Chocolate Extreme Blizzard, please." I said. "Okay." She said. "Go find a seat. I'll get our things." She said. "Okay." I said. I found a seat for the two of us. It was only a two-person seat. That made it even better. I sat on the farther side, so that Marissa didn't have to walk that far. She walked over to me with both of our ice creams in her hands. "Demi wants us back in an hour. She also doesn't know we are getting ice cream." She said. "What?" I asked. "I didn't want her to be mad at you." She said. "Marissa, it's okay. I can hold my own in a fight. I don't need you not telling your best friend things." I said. "You need protected though. You are younger than the both of us. We need to be the protection you need." She said. "Thanks. But you won't be able to save or protect me all of the time." I said. Then I scooped some ice cream out. "If we can protect you sometimes that's okay." She said. "You don't have to be tough all the time." She added. "Thanks." I said. We continued eating our ice cream in silence.

After I think 15 minutes, we both finished our ice cream. "Ready to go home?" She asked. "Yeah. Let's go home." I said. We both got up, Marissa took my trash and threw it out. "Thank you for doing that." I said. "No problem. Let's start to go home." She said.

We got into her car and left. She went to change the station when I hit her hand. "Do not turn on pop music. I will change the station." I said. "Guessing you're not a major fan of pop music." She said. "No not at all." I said. She looked over at me and smiled. "Eyes on the road." I said. I watched her look back at the road. "Good job." I said clapping my hands. "Shush you." She said. "You are like Demi." She said. "How?" I asked. "You are both strong minded, and hard headed. Never take no for an answer." She said. "Okay." I said. "Just please don't become her." She said. "I can't make promises that I might not be able to keep." I said. "I'm proud you're honest." She said. "I was taught that." I said. "From Sarah?" She asked. "How do you know about Sarah?" I asked. "My mother planned on adopting Sarah. Sarah, really didn't want to leave you. My mother was so upset when she died. So, she adopted Jaime. She almost adopted you, but didn't want anything to remind her of Sarah." She said. "Really?" I asked. "Yep." She said. "So your mother is Jamie's mother?" I asked. "Yep. So when you ran away, she told our mother. Our mom really wanted you back with Demi." She said. "Why didn't she just call Demi?" I asked. "They've met once or twice. They don't have each other's phone numbers." She said. "Oh." I said. "Don't feel bad. Jamie had told us everything that happened to you." She said. "So you know everything?" I asked. "Yep." She said. "Okay." I said. "If you ever want to talk to someone other than Demi, you have me." She said. "Good." I said. "I care about you. I may not exactly know you, but I know some things that Demi probably doesn't." She said. "What?" I asked. Now see when I told Demi I didn't cut, doesn't mean I never did. After Sarah's death I found out about cutting. I then started to cut. Kathy found out and got me to stop. I haven't done it in years. The look of disappointment on Kathy's face is what really made me stop. That's also why she doesn't care if I hung with the older children. "I know you used to cut." She said. That one sentence can make me feel uneasy. "Please don't tell Demi. It was just when I was younger, and a one-time thing." I said. "How old?" She asked. "What?" I asked. "How old were you?" She asked. "Six. I did it once after Sarah's death. The main lady, Kathy, found me. I never saw her look that disappointed in me. I stopped after that and continued to hang with the older kids." I said. "Okay. You can come to either Demi or I if you ever feel the need to do it again. I also promise I won't tell Demi." She said. "Thank you." I said. "We are back at your house." She said. "Talking to you made time go by faster." I said.

I tried to help get some bags, but Marissa wouldn't allow me. I crutched to the door and kicked it with my good foot. I heard someone running to the door. Then the door opened. Demi was standing there. Marissa was behind me. "Can you let us in or are we stuck out here?" I asked. "I guess I could let you two in." Demi said. "Nah, I like Marissa more." I said. Then Marissa out her arm around me. "Nope. You can't like anyone more than me." Mom said. She opened the door and picked me up. She carried me to the couch and sat down. She had me sitting on her lap. "Someone is a little jelly bean." I said. "A jelly bean?" Mom asked. "Your jealous. Jealous equals a jelly bean." I said. I could tell Marissa wanted to laugh, but Mom was still trying to figure it out. "I really don't get it." Mom said. I giggled at how confused she was. "Wait you're calling me jealous?" Mom asked. I nodded my head. "I am not a jealous person." Mom said. "Yeah right." Marissa said. Mom then hugged me close to her. My head was now in her boobs. "Your boobs are in my face." I said. I sounded muffled by her boobs. "Well your face is in my boobs." Mom said. "Can I please move my face?" I asked. "Nope." She said. "Marissa, help please." I said. "Marissa do not help her." Mom said. "Sorry kid not helping." Marissa said. Let me guess Mom was giving her the famous glare. "What are in the bags?" Mom asked. "Boobs." I said. "There better not be any boobs in there." She said. "Why can't I have boobs?" I asked. "You are to young." She said. "But if I really want some, I would cut yours off the are such a nice size. They're good pillows too." I said. "Okay enough boob talk." Mom said. "It's video game consoles and games." Marissa said. "You should have said tits." I said. "Because tits are green and flat." She said. "Well tits for men are flat as well as children. If you're sick you supposedly turn green." I said. "What did I say?" Mom asked. "No more boob talk. Tits are completely different." I said. "How?" Mom asked. "Boobs are for mature women, like you, while tits are for immature women like me." I said. "So I have boobs and you have tits?" Mom asked. "Correct." I said. "So what do mature men have?" Mom asked. "Penis's." I said. "Now, what about immature men?" Marissa asked. "I am not allowed to say that word." I said. They both looked at me. "I better never hear you say that." Mom said. "You won't." I said. "Good." She said. "Where is Tyler?" I asked. "He's somewhere with Dallas and Maddie. They took him out a little bit ago." Mom said. "Okay." I said. "Why don't we go set up your consoles." Mom suggested. "Yes!" I said. "FYI, I don't want your brother playing any of these." She said. "Figured." I said.