Chances That You're Burning Through

Original | Chapter Three

"Anabelle, you seriously have to find a new song," Rebecca chuckles. 

I playfully glare at her, stopping myself from singing La La Land yet again. I contemplate over what song I should sing next.

"I've been staring at you, and I could do it all night," I recite from memory. "You're looking like an angel with that kind of body, needs a spotlight-"

"Any other song but that," Demi pipes up from the driver's seat.

"Wait, is that one of your songs too, mom?" Rebecca wonders.

I gape at her.

"You seriously don't know your own mother's songs?"

"Some of them!" She defends.

"That's crazy!" I laugh. "Well, just know that most music that I listen to and occasionally sing will be your mother's music." 

"Oh, great," She mutters, causing me to giggle. 

"Ain't nobody know your name, but looking like you do could be famous. I could see us making ways from the back of the club to a bed in the shade now," I sing, ignoring Demi's former protest. "Don't know who you are, but you look like a star, and everybody here be thinking who's that boy? Wanna take you home and get you all alone, and everybody here is thinking who's that boy? Oh, he got me. No, I've never seen no one like him. Damn, he's everything. Girls they want him, guys they wanna be. Who's that boy? Who's that boy?" I continue.

"Mom, please tell me you didn't write that," Rebecca pleads.

"I didn't," Demi reassures.

"But you did sing it," I interject.

Rebecca groans, burying her face in her hands. I laugh.

"What did I say about you cursing?" Demi inquires, trying to change the subject while peering at me through the rear-view mirror.

I roll my eyes.

"I so have got to unpack my CDs and make you listen to them, Rebecca," I tease.

"Are there any more like whatever you just sang?" She wonders, removing her face from her hands.

"What do you mean?" I curiously gaze at her with my eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, what do you mean, Rebecca?" Demi echoes.

Rebecca's cheeks gradually change to a pink tint. She nervously coughs. 

 "Well, um, kind of slutty, I guess," She stutters.

I burst out laughing as Demi gasps.

"You basically called your mom a slut" I manage to choke out between laughs.

Rebecca's cheeks flush.

"Should I be offended?" Demi wonders as I sober up my laughing. 

"No," I snort.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She questions as she pulls into a parking spot.

"Who's That Boy, Neon Lights, All Night Long, You're My Only Shorty, Something That We're Not," I tick off each song on my hand. "Do I need to continue?"

I can see her blushing through the mirror.

 "Was this before or after you met dad?" Rebecca asks, sending me into another fit of laughter.

"Let's just go shop," Demi mutters, a blush still lingering on her cheeks.

"You know I'm not going to drop the subject," Rebecca chimes.