Teenager

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Isabella's POV
I rode the bus home with the rest of the girls and the moms after the competition, but my dad picked me up from the studio. I was so excited to see my abuelita and my auntie Marilyn with us because I really wasn't expecting them to be there. They live in Florida so we don't get to see them that often, especially since we used to live in New York. Any weather below 50 degrees is freezing to my abuelita. But as soon as I got in the car Nolie told me that they were living with us now and I'm so excited. That means we get to eat my abuelita's cooking all of the time. Demi isn't exactly a master chef and my dad tries his best but nothing beats homemade Mexican food.

Once we made it back home, I didn't even change out of my costume like I wanted to. Instead I went to find Demi. She was laying on the white day bed in Devy's nursery, reading a book on her iPad with her glasses on.

"Hey sweetie!" She chirped, her face instantly brightening once she saw me. I think that's my favorite thing about her. Every time she sees her kids her face just lights up.

"Hey," I said, sitting next to her on the bed then laying down so that my head was resting on her chest.

"How'd you do today?" She asked as I played with the blue sequins that covered my asymmetrical skirt.

"We won...it was the highest scoring duet of the day," I said as Demi beamed. "I wish you were there though."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to make it. How about the two of us go out tomorrow? We can explore the city, you can see my new office, do a little shopping...just the two of us," Demi suggested as I nodded.

I feel like my parents don't realize how observant I am. I've noticed that Demi has been a little off lately. There are moments when she's happy and smiling and during those moments, I'm convinced that I'm just being paranoid and there's nothing wrong with her. But then there's other times when she'll be crying in the early hours of the morning thinking that no one can hear her. She'll zone out without even realizing it. And that's when I just know that there's something wrong with her, but Demi's a closed off person, even to us. She's not the type to admit when something is wrong.

"Are you okay?" I asked, even though I knew I wasn't going to get a straightforward answer.

"I am," she simply responded, kissing my forehead before going back to her book.

Even though I really need to change out of this costume, take off this suffocating makeup, and take all of these pins out of my hair before I get a headache, I snuggled up to her because maybe she just needs some comforting and doesn't want to say anything. She's always there for me, and so is my dad. I just wish that they would let me be there for them in the same way.

The next morning, Demi actually woke me up and told me to get dressed so that we could leave right after breakfast. Sometimes, Demi is a little apprehensive about leaving the house without Devy but I guess with my abuelita being here now, she doesn't have to worry that much. It's like one person for each kid.

Since I started modeling for Demi's junior line, I've become much more conscious about how I dress. I used to only wear athleisure style clothes all of the time but I put a little bit more effort into my outfit today. I wore a white strapless crop top from Urban Outfitters along with a pair of vintage light washed Levi's and my white vans. I actually put makeup on too, then pulled half of my hair back into a messy bun. I really want to ombré my hair but my dad won't let me because he says that my natural color is too beautiful. I'm sure if I ask Demi she'll say yes though.

I went downstairs into the kitchen and sat at the counter. My abuelita was making her famous fluffy pancakes with handmade blueberry syrup. I don't know what's going to happen when Dorinda, our live in nanny comes back, but the house is going to be pretty full.