Demi Lovato Fan Fiction
Book 1: It Was A Mistake But I am Unbroken Now
Book 2: Here We Go Again When Two Worlds Collide
Book 3: Love is Loud Enough to Stop Hate
Book 4: That's How You Know to Believe in Me
Book 5: Let it Go For the Gift of a Friend
Chapter 24: Party
You gotta dance til you ache
Til you drop, til you break
Free your soul, let me see you shake
One by one we're stealing the stage
Here we come, so get out of our way.
“I wanna hear it!” Anna told me. “You made me wait an entire day!”
“I’m sorry,” I laughed, “I was just so excited about getting asked to the dance.”
“Sing it to me now! Please?!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll sing it now.”
“Yay!”
I pulled out the guitar and made sure it was tuned before starting the song. I have no idea why I’m so nervous. I also have no idea whether I’ve performed this song for anybody before. It’s not a positive song so I understand why I let it slip by.
I don’t wanna stay strong
I wanna blow up this space,
Kick you to the wall
Cause there’s nothing wrong with me.
It’s my body
I can do what I want.
You can’t control me here,
You can’t control me anywhere.
I’m gonna burn down these walls,
Scream at the ashes
Throw a fit
and run out of sight.
You can’t control me anymore
I don’t wanna be strong.
I’m gonna show you,
I’m gonna show you
Who I am and who I wanna be.
I’m gonna blow up place,
Kick you to the wall,
Scream at the ashes
Cause I’m not gonna be strong anymore.
“It needs a lot of changes. It’s not that great and I’m frustrated with the way I’ve worded some of it, but I like the meaning behind it. The song expresses exactly how I felt when I went into rehab. I didn’t want to recover or stay strong.”
Anna nodded, “I like it too.”
“Will Rosily like it?”
“She’s your cousin, D.”
I sighed, “You’re right. I know she’ll understand because she’s family, but at the same time I’m scared.”
“Explain to her that you’re not showing her necessarily for the album, but you want her to know how you felt in rehab. It would help her to know not only for you, but for the meaning behind her album too. She doesn’t understand what that worthless feeling is like we do.”
I nodded and smiled, “You’re right. Thanks Anna.”
She smiled back, “You’re welcome. Did you pick out a dress?”
“I asked Aunt Maria and she found the perfect dress for a dance. It’s nice without being too fancy. She sent me a picture and it’s the perfect dress for a second dance and making an impression on his friends.”
“Has he texted you since he asked?”
I nodded, “He called me last night and he texted this morning before I woke up.”
“What did he say?”
“We just talk,” I shrugged, “like we did one our first date. We missed the last half of the movie because we got so caught up in talking to each other.”
“What do you talk about?”
“Everything. I told him about me and he told me about him. We talked about our lives and we talked about what we want to do with our futures. He’s a talkative person. He kept asking questions and wanting to know the smallest details about me. Even the things I didn’t think were important.”
“Really?”
I nodded, “He was genuinely curious about me.”
“What does it feel like?”
“What do you mean?” I asked her.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “Talking to someone like that, dating them, and knowing they’re just as interested in you?”
I smiled, “It’s…. incredible. I don’t know. Nobody’s been interested in me like this before. At first I thought it was a joke, but it’s not. He’s serious. He truly wants to know me. We have a lot in common and we always have something to talk about. I know why you’re asking, Anna, and you’ll find that person someday.”
“I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with me.”
“There’s not,” I shook my head. “You are an amazing person. When the right person comes along it’ll make all this waiting worth it.”
“Do you think so?”
I nodded, “Definitely.”
“Thanks, D.”
“No problem. Now let’s go out to lunch or something.”
She laughed, “I’m buying.”
As Friday got closer I got more nervous. Of course I talked to Max so he reassured me it wouldn’t be a big deal, but it was to me. I’m not just showing up to a dance to meet his friends; I am showing up to a dance full of people who know who my family is. Everyone at that dance knows that my family is famous. The attention is going to be on me and Max for bringing me as his date. That’s a lot of pressure for a second date. When Friday finally came mom and Alice helped me get ready. I jumped up and down in a squeal when the doorbell finally rang that night. I threw my purse over my shoulder and rushed down the stairs. Dad let Max inside and talked to him as I walked in. Max wore dress pants and a simple dress shirt. He smiled at me and I felt him look me up and down.
He finally spoke, “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I smiled back.
“Are you ready?”
I quickly nodded.
“Be good,” Dad told me. “Remember your curfew.”
“Midnight, I know. I won’t be late.”
“Good,” he hugged me, “and remember to have fun.”
“I will dad.”
Mom came in as we started walking out and hugged me, “Have fun.”
“Thanks mom.”
Max helped me into his car, but I couldn’t get myself to even look over at him for a minute or two. He looks amazing. I’ve never been this nervous before in my life. I think he could sense how nervous I was because he turned down the radio and glanced over at me.
“You don’t have to be nervous.”
“Yes but you already know everybody who is going to be there. I, on the other hand, don’t know anybody who is going to be there. What if they don’t like me? What if they’ve already judged me based on what they’ve seen in magazines or online? They could hate me in a second because of who my family is.”
“They won’t, they’re not like that.”
I looked over at him.
“Okay, maybe a couple of them are, but they won’t hate you.”
“Are these the ones who were laughing at you the day we met? The ones who didn’t think you had the courage to come up and talk to me because of who I am?”
“Yes it’s them, but I’ve told them I’m seeing you and I told them they should get to know you. They’re not going to hate you or cause a scene.”
“You seem so different from them. I’ve never met them, but from what you’ve told me you’re not like them.”
He shrugged, “We’re pretty different but they’re my friends. My life experiences are a little different from theirs so I have a different perspective than they do.”
“And that’s what makes you different?”
“Would you like me if I were like them?”
“Probably not,” I admitted, “Because they seem to be the type to judge people right away. They did that to me that first day. With the way my family is I can’t handle people like that in my life. I need people who are open minded because that’s the only way anybody else will be able to handle this life.”
“How do you handle it? I felt like I had to answer 20 questions just to pick you up tonight.”
I laughed, “I didn’t learn this life. I was born with this life. My mom and my uncle were famous when they were teenagers. It’s different for me because it’s the only life I’ve ever known. You weren’t born with a life like this so to you it seems chaotic. To me, it’s just life.”
“I like your laugh. I think you’re right. I will probably never understand the life you have just like you’ll never understand what it’s like to have a life like I have.”
“Exactly and that’s okay.”
He smirked, “It is?”
“It is,” I nodded, “because we have a lot to talk about.”
“I did say we probably have more in common than we even realize. I like having these talks with you. You keep me on my toes.”
“I do?” I asked.
He nodded, “You do. You have a different perspective on life than most people I know and I like that. At the same time we have a lot in common so we always have something to talk about. I like you.”
“I like you too. I have to admit it’s refreshing talking to you.”
“How so?”
I sighed, “Well… before I met my best friend Anna I was ONLY surrounded by my family. At school I got bullied and ended up begging to stay home. So I became only surrounded by my family and the fame. I didn’t have any kind of normal. I didn’t know what it was like to just be a person. When we met you treated me like I was just a person. Anna treated me the same way. I like surrounding myself with people who treat me like people instead of people who treat me like a celebrity.”
“I don’t like you because you’re a celebrity. I like you because you’re you. It’s that simple. You are simply always you. You’re beautiful, you’re intelligent, you’re talented, and you care. You care about everything. People notice that.”
I blushed and looked away from him.
“Did I embarrass you?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“I’m just… not used to people saying things like that to me.”
“You’ve never dated anyone before have you?”
I shook my head, “Nobody’s been interested in me.”
“I deny that right away. I’m sure dozens of people look at you every day wishing they were dating you. You’re simply too incredible for nobody to notice you. I guess I’m the lucky choice.”
I smiled, “Something like that.”
I imagined the school to be larger than it actually was. The dance was being held in the gym. It was nicely decorated with the lights dimmed and tables set up along the walls for people that didn’t want to dance. Max held my hand as we walked in pulling me along to where his friends were standing. He went through the line of his friends, introducing me to everybody, and they all greeted me nicely before asking about my family. They still asked though, but I don’t blame them. I would if I were in their position too.
“What’s it like being famous?”
“What’s your family like?”
“Do you like all the people following you around?”
“Okay,” Max stopped them, “Don’t bombard her with questions. She just got here.”
“Sorry,” They apologized.
“It’s okay,” I smiled. “I get responses like that a lot.”
“How did you two meet?” one of the girl’s asked.
Max answered, “At the mall.”
“You go to the mall?”
I nodded, “Is it that surprising?”
One of his guy friends laughed, “We thought it was that’s why we told Max we didn’t think he could approach her. We caught him staring at her and sure enough he approached her and talked to her.”
“Why not?” Max smiled at me, “She is just a personal after all.”
I smiled back at him. I’m really glad he’s trying to steer away from the topics about my family being famous. He may be failing at it, but at least he’s trying.
“We’re going to go sit down for a while,” Max told them, “I’ll talk to you guys later.”
He led us to one of the tables by the wall and we sat down.
“Was it that bad?” he asked me.
I shook my head, “I have to say I expected questions and comments like that. Fans asked me questions like that when I meet them too.”
“Doesn’t it get annoying? After our talk in the car on the way here I was getting annoyed.”
I shrugged, “It can if it’s coming from a judgmental place, but some of your friends were genuinely curious and that’s okay. When I meet fans they’re usually curious too and questions like that are okay because they don’t. What get annoying are the judgmental comments about the way I choose to live my life.”
“You’ve gotten comments like that before? Aside from my friends of course.”
I nodded, “When I used to go to public school I received hateful comments all the time. My parents hired a bodyguard to pick me up and drop me off at school. It took begging for them to let him leave during the day so I could be a normal teenager. Anyway, everyone in school had something to say about me or my family. They talked about my bodyguard a lot because apparently if you have a bodyguard you’re famous and I’m not famous at all my parents are. That I didn’t deserve to have a bodyguard. I never got invited to parties and I never got invited to hang out with any of them because a rumor went around that I was too good to hang out with any of them. That I don’t shop at the same stores because I’m too good for them and I don’t hang out at the same places because that’s not where celebrities spend their time. It happened all the time. Just simple judgments about how celebrities are apparently supposed to live. None of them knew what it was like of course so they created an imaginary life for me.”
He shook his head, “That’s terrible. I understand why you stopped going to public school.”
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“That’s how you ended up in rehab right? Trying to deal with a life like that could not have been easy.”
“I made friends wherever I could and they didn’t end up being good friends. They ended up being terrible friends actually but I didn’t think I had a choice. Don’t you want to dance or something? We talk all the time.”
He chuckled, “I like talking to you. I don’t mind.”
“Then feel free to change the subject so I’m not the only one talking.”
“Okay,” he smiled, “What should we talk about?”
“Tell me about this school,” I suggested, “Because I know nothing about it.”
“It’s pretty cool I guess. The students are pretty close to each other, but we have our groups like any school does. The school is mostly about sports so that’s the way the groups work too; you’re friends with people you’re on teams with. All my friends you just met, we’re all on at least one sports team together.”
“That’s interesting. My mom’s school wasn’t like that. In high school my mom and her friends created this group that worked to get rid of bullying in schools. They spent years working on it too. By the time they graduated my mom said bullying wasn’t in their school anymore. That’s the school I went to. She said over the years the bullies must have risen up again and the school quit doing anti-bullying activities.”
“It’s a shame that groups like that don’t still exist. A lot of schools could use them.”
I nodded, “I agree.”
“Want to dance?” He asked.
“Sure,” I smiled, “But I have to admit I’m probably not very good.”
“Either am I,” he admitted, “so at least it’ll be fun.”
He took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. I’ve never danced with someone like this before so I knew I wouldn’t be good at it. I rested my hands on his shoulders and he put his hands on my waist. I loved the song playing in the background while we danced and in that moment I hoped we would dance a lot together. I put my head on his shoulder half way through the song and he hugged my waist. I don’t think it was official, but I knew at that moment I was his girlfriend. There was something about the way we talk to each other and something about the way we were dancing with each other. We certainly didn’t want to be with anyone else.
THE END CHAPTER 24!
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