Run Over (Demi Lovato FanFic)

Chapter 34

5 pm
JORDAN'S POV
I finally get to the studio after five potty breaks for Shadow. When we get there Corbin is waiting outside sitting on his longboard, staring at his phone.
"Hey, sorry it took so long."
"Hey. Nah it's cool, just put the finishing touches on my routine so it's all good."
We began to cruise down the street Shadow hoping along. "So, what's this dance routine for?"
"Well, My mom, or as of right now my foster mom, Demi lovato is going to go on tour. She said I can dance for her whenever I want. So I looked up one of her dances, I don't know if you know it. She did it at her seventeenth birthday party, and I thought I could do it for her fans. Since there's a boy part in there, and realizing that you were an amazing dancer, I asked if you could at least do the first show with me."
"So is it the dance to 'Diva' and a couple other songs?"
"Actually it is. You know the dance already don't you."
"Tbh.... I'm a super lovatic fan. I know the boy part."
"Omg! That's awesome. So do you think your mom will let you do the dance and maybe like tour with us."
"I think so. I mean right now it's just me, my sister, and her."
"Oh, how old is your sister?"
"Thirteen, she's my twin, but she is mean so..."
"How so?"
"She thinks I'm gay. She makes fun of me for dancing, but I'm good at it and she's just jealous."
"Why does she think you're gay?"
"Because I dance."
"Well, you are amazing and you're not gay so... Whatever."
"Yeah. "
We stop before the gate and I let shadow go the bathroom. "You wanna race to the front door?" I ask as I open the gate. I let Shadow off her leash and she runs ahead.
"Sure." He smiles and takes off. I melt at the sight of his smile. Then I take off behind him. Being as competitive as I am, I win of course. He gets to the door breathing hard, "damn! I can't believe I lost! So what'd you win?"
I think, then I smile, "I won the right to hold your hand whenever I want."
He holds out his hand to me, I lace my fingers in his. I open the door, "I'm home, Corrbin and I will be in the dance room." I yell. I lead him down to the dance room.
"Woah... This is sick."
I smile, "yeah."
"How about this, if I can do the dance with only one mess up, then I can ask you something."
"Deal." I press play and the music begins to play. He does every step on time and perfectly.
"You won."
"I knew I would." He says stepping closer to me so our faces are inches apart.
I suck in air, "Your question?"
He leans closer and says, "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes." I whisper. He leans in and kisses me. We don't pull away, till the door opens.
"Oh, um." Dallas whispers.
"Yes?" I ask blushing.
"I was wondering what your thoughts were for dinner."
"Doesn't matter."
"Okay." She says smiling as she closes the door.
"Okay, let's do the dance together. If we can do it perfectly we should do another dance together." I say.
He nods. We run the dance three times.
"So what should we dance to?"
"I don't know. We should ask my Mom what songs she knows she is performing."
"You wanna dance to 'Don't'?"
"Yeah, let's do it."
I start the music and we run the dance. "Dinner's ready!" Dallas yells.
We go up stairs and there's a plate of steaming burgers, with a bowl of salad and fruit. We make a line, Maddie, me, Corrbin, Dallas, then Dad. I slide a burger with no bun onto my plate, with a large amount of salad and fruit. I grab a fork and some napkins then I sit next to Maddie and Corrbin sits next to me.
"Let's say grace then eat," Dad says.
"Grace!" I holler, Dad stares at me, "I'm just kidding. Thank you dear Heavenly Father for the food on our plates. Thank you for the family I now have. Thank you for blessing me with Corrbin, amen."
"Amen." Everyone says.
"For someone who doesn't believe in god you sure know how to pray." Dad says with his mouth full.
"Here's the thing I believe in hell. I believe in a higher power. I don't believe in god. I believe there's something up there that recycles souls. I believe in reincarnation."
"Fair enough."
I cut my burger into pieces, "Can you pass me the ketchup, salt, and ranch please." I ask. Dallas slides them over to me. I put a little bit of ketchup on my plate, and salt on my plate and ranch on my salad. I eat thinking of Corbin and I, our dances and the tour.
"Hey, where's Mom?"
"Laying down."
"Okay."
I finish my food. "Hey, my mom just texted me, I need to get home."
"Okay, I can take you home." Dallas announces.