Lost

A.

Stella

FUCK! Why the hell did I say that?! But, why am I mad? Yeah, I treat as if she is a bitch. But, she isn't. She really is trying. I saw on how she told Wilmer about me. But she had to.

"Stella!" She got up.

"Are you serious? Like really? Stop lying."

Can't let her know I said that. I can't I'll, I'll just say she heard things or something.

"Demi. Why are you talking about? I said if you can get me a glass of water."

"Oh." Her whole mood changed. Fuck. Ugh. Stupid. Stupid Stella.

"What did you think I said?" I asked.

"Nothing Stella. Nothing."

"Demi-"

"Stella it was nothing. Now quit it." She spatted. I got up and went to the couch in the living room and laid there.

"Why didn't I just tell her? Why didn't I? Now look at her, ugh." I said. I felt a tear going down my eye. I dried it away and fell asleep.

Demi

I know she said it. I am most certain that she said it. I know it. I know it. I know it.

After my little spat I gave to Stell, she got up and left.

"Stupid" I said when I hit my head. I got up and went to the living room. I saw her in the couch sleeping and some tears on her face. I picked her up and carried her to my bed.

"Good night Stella." I said when I laid her on my bed. I turned off my light and fell asleep.

Next Day

"RINGGGG!" My alarm went.

"Five more minutes." I said when I went back to sleep.

20 minutes later

"RINGG RING RINGGG!" My phone went.

"What time is it?" I was late for my dressing.

"Fuck! Ellen!" I jumped out of bed, I scared Stella.

"What the hell Demi!" She yelled.

"We're late! Hurry up go change into some sweats. They'll give you clothes over there." I told her while I ran to the bathroom. I took a shower, brush my teeth, and etc. I ran back to my room, finding Stella putting up her hair and then passing me to go to the bathroom.

"Stella! Hurry up!" I yelled.

"I'm here. I'm here. Come on." She said. We legit ran out the hotel and crossed the street to Ellen's Studio.

"I know she's late but she's- actually right here so I have to go." Holly said when she was talking on the phone.

"Demetria Devonne Lovato." She started.

"I know. I know. I'm gonna go get ready." I said while I pushed Stella with me to my dressing room.

"So, why are they gonna dress me for again?"

"Because I'm going to clear everything about you, so I want you to look presentable when you have to go out there."

"Got it chick." She said while the hair stylist (that I have as Stella's personal one) begins to do her hair. Then, the make up artist came to Stella and began to beat her face. While that was happening, I was getting my makeup ready and about to go change.

"I'll be right back okay."

"Okay Dems. Go." I got up and went to change. I came within a few minutes and bam! Stella 2.0.

"Woah. I wouldn't believe that you're my d-cousin." I said with a gasp. The make-up had transformed her. I've never seen her with make-up before. She, well I never had the chance to ever see her really.

"Thanks Demi." She said with her gorgeous smile.

"Demi you go up on three." The producer had said.

"Go do your thing chick." Stella had said.

"I will. But, come on."

"I'll be ready in five. Go, just com back when you need me." She said as she ran towards the dressing room.

"Okay. Well, just hurry up." She didn't answer but, I guess that meant a yes? I went towards the wall, and waited for my cue.