Catch Me

Ch. 26

Demi's pov

After many arcade game's and a lot more time in the arcade than skating, I eventually have to kill the fun and pull Coraly out of the arcade.

"Look Demi, I got a bunny!" She says so excitedly.

I turn my head to her as I put my seatbelt on, "I see." I chuckle looking at her stuffed animal.

"I'm gonna name him hopper! Or thumper! Or cotton! Or carrot! I have two stuffed animals now!" She says full of excitement.

"Would you like to go out to eat tonight?" I ask.

"Can I bring my bunny?!"

I'm not sure it's a good idea to bring the arcade stuffed animal, but I don't have the heart to tell her no. I'll just have to make sure she doesn't spill anything on it or leave it accidentally.

"You can bring your bunny." I say.

"What should I name it?!"

"I think hopper is kinda cute." I say.

I start the car as she flattens the fur on the stuffed animal, "Ok his names hopper then."

"What's your favorite animal?" I ask.

"Bunnies." She says.

I put her hair behind her ear so I can see her face, "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

"Anything's ok, Thank you."

She hasn't been with me for long, but I do know she loves Italian food. I can never go wrong with spaghetti or pizza.

"How about we go to a place with good pizza?" I ask.

She nods, "That sounds good."

I drive to the best restaurant I know and once we get there, I make sure Max is here as well before I step out of the car.

"Max is going to be at the table with us for my own protection as well as yours. But you'll be sitting beside me and Max will be across from us." I say.

I can see her tense up and look a lot more nervous, but she nods in response. Max leads the way into the restaurant and in no time we have a table.

"Do you want pizza or something else to eat?" I ask Coraly.

"Pizza."

"And what would you like to drink?" I ask.

"Lemonade."

I watch her pull her phone from her pocket and open Snapchat, "Add me so I can add you later." I say.

"You have Snapchat?" She asks.

"I do." I say.

"Oh, I don't post much there. I just use it to talk to people. I'll add you though." She says.

"Thank you." I say.

I'm not worried about her posting something I'm not aware of, but I just want to make sure. She seems to be talking to me when there's a problem rather than cope with the problem in a way she shouldn't. I'm proud of her for that. However I just want to monitor her on everything now after all the Instagram stuffs been brought to my attention.

"Do you want pepperoni pizza?" I ask.

"Please." She nods.