5/6 of my new series "1989"
A/N: This part is a little different as it doesn't just focus on Dilmer but some of Demi's past relationships. It's also extremely cheesy at points but who doesn't love a bit of cheese? Also, can we talk about how this is now 2 updates in 3 days? That's a new record for me. Enjoy!! Don't forget to vote and comment x
I looked across the room and spotted her. The girl that I knew had to be mine. She was perfect. Not only was she drop dead gorgeous but she also came with a name that was known in the industry and a full purse to match. I pulled out all the regular moves which consisted of an occasional smile and look in her direction yet the 'hold back and drive her crazy approach'. I could tell it was working because I kept catching her look in my direction, pull her fingers through her hair and then I'd see her laugh at something with her friends that was obviously hilarious. I had her. Hook and sink, I thought to myself. I brush my finger tip over the edge of my ice cold glass filled with a whiskey before noticing her coming towards me out of the corner of my eye. I pretend not to notice, paying close attention to my drink, tapping my foot softly to the base of the music playing. "Could we get another round thanks?" she leans her elbows on the bar, sticking out her round ass which is snug in her tight leopard print skirt. I grit my teeth and let out a long exhale before making my move. "Hi there" I say in my smooth tone. She smiles and looks in my direction. "Hey" she says in reply. "So, I think I've seen you before" I say, about to pull out my classic pick up line. However her reaction is anything but according to plan. She lets out a heavy sigh. "You know? It would be nice for once if someone didn't try pick me up because of my name" she lets out in a frustrated tone. I edge closer towards her. "I was actually going for, 'in my dreams', but seeing as you completely killed my pick up line. I'm Logan Henderson" I say holding out my hand. She lets out a laugh as she realises her mistake, shaking her hand in mine. "Oohhhh! I'm so sorry, I thought you. Never mind. I'm Demi. Demi Lovato". Just as I predicted. Check mate. Let's play.
Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?
"Trace, you know we can't do this. You're Miley's brother for God sake". Trace rolled his eyes and grabbed my hands in his, instantly causing a bolt of shivers to be sent down my spine. I can't deny the chemistry we have but I know he's not good for me but then maybe he's the exact distraction I need. What could go wrong?...Right? "That hasn't stopped you before babe. Come on. It's just a few weeks. You and I traveling around America. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Why do I always seem to lose my voice when I'm around him? He makes everything sound so convincing and next thing you know, I'm sucked into another one of his adventures. "I can see it in your eyes baby. I know you want to. You can't deny what a wild time we would have. Imagine the stories!" he says with enthusiasm, his whole face lighting up. I chew down on my bottom lip and run through all possible scenarios in my head. Let's face it; anything will be better than going home to my 'perfect' family, only to be haunted by the silence and voices. You know what, fuck it. Trace is a good guy and he has proved that. It's just a good time Demi, nothing you haven't done before. After giving myself a little pep talk; it's decided. "Ok, let's go" I say, throwing my arms around his neck and passionately connecting our lips. "That's my girl" he says, handing me my passport and holding out his hand. I put my hand in his but can't help but think, have I fallen for another one? I brush it off.
New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny, rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad girls good for a weekend
This was turning into a habit of mine; falling for the wrong guy. It always seems too good to be true but I also am unable to be single. I want to be loved. I love the attention. I want the attention. So if a guy wants me to be his then I'll take his hand and run. Unfortunately, that has left me with a long trail of heart ache and scars. It goes perfect in the beginning and then slowly but surely everything begins to turn and somehow I end up being the crazy one? How the fuck does that work? I mean, I know I'm a handful but you're supposed to be the man in this relationship. Step up and put me in my place. I don't want you walking on egg shells not knowing if you should say something. I know I should be able to tell when a guy is bad news, but I guess I'm a sucker and deep down I don't want to say no. What if no one better comes along? What if this is all I deserve. A month or so of bliss before being tossed to the side like yesterday's newspaper. This may be a game to them but do they not realise they're dealing with human hearts? Of course they do. That's the point. They get what they want and then they end it before things get too deep. It's like they write my name in their phones and put me into a google search; waiting for me. I don't want to fill someone's next blank space.
So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game
'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name
Then there was Wilmer. A guy who stood out from above the rest. I guess he had what the other guys didn't; maturity. Maturity, and I like that he can say no to me. I need more 'no' and less 'yes' people in my life. Times with Wilmer were magical to say the least. He made me feel like a queen and I adored every second of it. If only he knew it was all pretend. I felt so bad because he had no idea it was all based on my own little destructive world I had created. I was trying to mould him into a castle that already had a shattered foundation. He would never last but when things were good, they were good. Who was he to question things? I can put on a brave face and be the perfect girl if I want to. I'm an actress for God sake. However, more than that; I had already had plenty of practice.
Cherry lips, crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen
Find out what you want
Be that girl for a month
Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh no
However, with Wilmer came another problem all together. He was known to be a player and he had girls throwing themselves at him left, right and centre. Of course, he said all the right things, saying I was the only girl for him and that he was a changed man. I wanted to believe him but look at him! He's a Latino goddess and some of these woman are tall, skinny and beautiful. I am no match, no matter what Wilmer may say. I can't help but let the green-eyed monster attack. No fairy tale of mine could have a happy ending, didn't you know?
I drove him away. The one man I could see myself spending the rest of my life with and for what? Once again I have allowed my own insecurities to win. Or maybe I just like the drama. I don't know how to be settled or with someone in the long run. I've only ever known being chased by a long line of guys or going on the hunt for my next victim. That's the thing: I may have been scorned by a few in my past but I have scorned just as many, if not more. I may seem like the perfect girlfriend but I'm a nightmare in disguise. They always come back though, like love sick puppies. I just hope I haven't wrecked things with Wilmer completely. There's no way I can predict his next move.
Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I can make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns
Keep you second guessing like
"Oh my God, who is she?"
I get drunk on jealousy
But you'll come back each time you leave
'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream
So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game
'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name
What is it with guys? As soon as things begin to look even remotely serious, they bolt. Like seriously, is it just a game to them? Where do I find that white picket fence crap that we read about and see in movies? Did I miss the directions because I am seriously lost. I give up. I need a break from men altogether. I mean, who needs them? I am a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a guy to complete her. Well, at least, that's the idea. I wonder how long this will last? I haven't been single since I was 12. Good luck Demetria.
Boys only want love if it's torture
Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya
Boys only want love if it's torture
Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya
I guess what they say is true. You find what you're looking for when you least expect it. This was true with Wilmer. I had lost all hope and for once was leading a single life. And to be honest, it wasn't as bad as everyone made out. It gave me more time to throw myself into my work and slowly but surely everything aligned. He came back to me in 2011 yet we didn't really get into a good rhythm until 2012. The rest is history. He showed me what true love should look like. He helped glue me back together. He helped shape me into the woman I am today. I've changed games. I'm no longer getting played and I'm no longer the player. I'm creating a jigsaw puzzle and Wilmer was my missing piece. Turns out we fit together pretty perfectly. I've had my heart broken a lot and I've probably left too many broken hearts to count but I wouldn't change a thing because every step lead me to and back to this man that I now call my husband. I've also changed my mind about filling someone's blank space. I was more than happy to fill in the blank space on the marriage licence as 'Demetria Devonne Valderrama'. As for my blank space? Well his name is not only etched into a piece of paper, but also my heart. Forever.
So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game
'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name
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