The year is 2020 and the story starts in present time reality with Joe and Demi both meeting unexpectedly. As they reconcile they begin to tell their own story- which is where ours takes us.
They take us back to the first day they met and how their...
I rolled out my yoga mat and sat down crossed legged.
"Alexa, start my yoga playlist," I told my Alexa home.
I quickly got into position and closed my eyes and right as my home system began to start the serene music so I could relax and become in tune with my body I heard my door bell ring. My face immediately fell.
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Who the hell is interrupting my yoga time?
"Alexa, pause," I told her as I stood up rushing to the door barefoot.
This was not the way I wanted to start off my yoga session. This only added to the tension and stress I was under. Everyone on my team knows I specifically do not like to be bothered around this time. I don't order food, schedule meetings, or anything. It had better be important.
I quickly opened the door and when I saw that it was Joe my heart began to race from shock. I should've slammed the door right then and there. I wanted to shut it right then and there.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I just wanted a chance to explain everything to you Demi. Just give me ten min-,"
"No Joe," I said cutting him off. "You've has thirteen years worth of chances," I said.
I stared at his lips because I knew I couldn't look directly in his eyes or I wouldn't have the courage to say anything I was about to say.
"I'm sorry Joe. You know I've always valued our relationship and friendship but you're married. I can't see you anymore because I'm not the kind of woman who sees married men and you're not the kind of man who cheats on their wife," I said with a gulp.
I glanced up at his eyes and saw the pain on his face with every word I spoke.
"I need to take time for myself right now Joe," I said being a bit more gentle. "I need to heal myself so can you please at least respect that?" I asked him before closing the door gently without waiting for a response.
I was consumed with guilt as I watched from my window as he got into his car with a bouquet of roses, the white ones, not the red. He knew they were my favorite. I think he was actually the only guy on the planet who knew they were my favorite.
I sighed as I watched him leave. As he drove away I was transported back to 2009 when we were still filming Camp Rock 2 and I had first received these flowers from him over ten years ago. I couldn't believed he had still remembered they were my favorite.
Flashback
June 2009
Filming Camp Rock 2, Toronto, Canada
"How's my favorite girl?" A voice asked knocking the wood of the porch we were sitting on to my cabin.
