Chapter 1

Naya first met her in some random chat room. She'd been overly bored that night and decided she wanted to talk to someone who didn't know all her baggage and wouldn't judge her for venting any anger she had. That desire was only improved by the fact this girl lived in a different country entirely. It didn't take long for the two to realise there was a real connection and understanding of each other and so numbers were exchanged and they chatted pretty much every day. It's her, D, that was texting Naya now.

Her friends had dragged her into the city tonight and into some underground bar. Its not like Naya didn't like going out but just wasn't in the mood for it tonight. She'd been on edge lately, probably the main reason they felt it necessary to socialise her in the real world tonight.

D: Sorry I didn't get back to your texts earlier. Has your day improved at all?

N: Hardly. My friends don't seem to know the concept of 'alone time' either. I've been dragged out to some bar known as the "The Underground" so I can, in their words, 'get out of my funk'.

D: That sucks Naya. Sorry to hear you're down in the dumps. Maybe the night will improve?

"I doubt it", Naya said out loud to herself and pushed her phone back into her purse as she ordered another drink. An hour had gone by, Naya believed she had chatted enough to her friends, and a few strangers, for her to make her exit and go back home to be alone, what she had wanted to do in the first place. Damn Chris and Lea. She began collecting her things and saying her goodbyes when her phone vibrated in her hand.

D: Can you go outside for 5 minutes? I just wanna call and make sure you're ok :)

'At least someone cares', Naya thought. She'd only ever spoken to D over texts and emails so she must have worried her with her moody messages earlier. She walked back up the stairs and out into the back alley as she willed her phone to ring.

"Naya". Naya spun around at the sound of the husky voice only to come face to face with an all too familiar girl. She was dressed in ripped black jeans, a vintage band tee, and a fitted leather jacket with her blondey brown hair flowing nicely past her shoulders. "Thought this might beat a phone call", D said smiling ear to ear. Her smile faltered though as she took in Naya's hesitancy.

"D? No….no. It can't be!" Naya was a bit taken aback when she put the pieces together that the girl in front of her, claiming to be D, the girl she told all her secrets to and confided in was none other than Demi Lovato. She didn't have to be sober to recognise a girl like that.

"I flew in from America earlier today. I wanted to surprise you."

"No. This isn't a surprise. More like an ambush. Not to forget the fact you lied to me. How could you do that? I told you everything and it turns out you were leaving out some pretty important facts Demi" Naya seethed out her name just to get her point across. She was right-tonight was definitely a night to stay at home. She shook her head in frustration, sighed, and walked right past a confused Demi down the alleyway.