I decided to write a new Demena story, it's kinda like titanic, but not. So I hope you like it ;D

Mitchie's POV

"Mom! Hurry up, we've got 5 minutes until the ship leaves, and Dad's already on the boat, stop doing your damn make-up and lets go already." I whined at my mom, who was extremely slowly putting on more lipstick, which she didn't need. Honestly, I don't see the point in loads of make-up, it just makes people look fake, I only wear a bit of foundation, eyeliner, and mascara. Maybe some lip-gloss as well, but my mom, oh, she goes all out.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming, lets go." She said, shooing me out of the bathrooms of the harbour, and to the entrance of the ship, which was about to be closed, so we had to run.

"Tickets?" A man asked us. My mom opened her handbag and pulled out our tickets. The man nodded, and we walked on. We couldn't find my dad, so my mom called him, and found out that he was already in their room.

"Come on, it's this way." My mom said, pointing to a sign that said 'Gold suites', we walked down the corridor, stepping over peoples suitcases along the way, and stopping outside a door with the number '129' on it. My mom opened the door, and my dad smiled at us from where he was standing next to their bed.

"Hey, Mitchie, here's the key card to your room, it's the one opposite ours, so we'll know if you take any girls in the, because we'll see through the peep-hole, and I swear to god Mitchie, if you go in there with a girl and shut the door, that door'll be broken down faster than you'll be able to get her shirt off. We don't want a repeat of our last holiday, understood?" My dad asked. I smirked at the memory of our last holiday, when we went to Australia, last year. I'd recently come out to my parents then, and they were fine with me, but they weren't fine with finding me in bed with a naked girl 2 days into the holiday.

"Yes, father." I said, pretending to be innocent and 'good'. My dad nodded, and said something about going to unpack, I was about to leave, when He called me back.

"And just because I said no girls in your room, it doesn't mean you can go to their room, or a private room, or anywhere else alone." He said, knowing that I would just go to an abandoned janitors room if I had too. I nodded, and went to my room, dragging my suitcase behind me. I wasn't looking where I was going when I fell to the floor after crashing into someone.

"Ow." I said, rubbing the back of my head where I'd hit it on the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Asked the girl who had obviously caused me to fall down. I was about to shout at her, and tell her to watch where she was going, but then I looked up at her, and I couldn't. She made my heart stop beating, I swear.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." I said, still sitting on the floor, just taking in the beauty of the girl in front of me. She had perfect eyes, perfect skin, perfect hair, a perfect figure, and a perfect pair of t…

"Here." She said, interrupting my train of thoughts. She put her hand out and pulled me up, I grinned at her bashfully. She looked into my eyes, and we stayed like that for a while, until My dad came out of his room and cleared his throat. He'd obviously seen us out of his peep-hole. My dad wasn't one of those over-protective dads or anything, he didn't try and stop me having girlfriends, he just knew what I was like, he knew that after around 2 days, I'd end up getting them into bed. I knew he was right though.

"Sorry to interrupt girls, but, Mitchie, you really need to unpack." My dad said, shooting me a controlling look. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Sorry, he's right… can I get your number, so I can call you?" I asked the girl who's name I didn't even know, She looked puzzled.

"Why? I've said like 5 words to you, and you wanna call me?" She asked. I nodded, showing her I was serious.

"I dunno, you seem nice, and you're hot." I said, unconsciously licking my lips as I started at hers. She blushed at my comment, and I winked at her.

"Yeah, I guess… here, give my your hand." She said. I put my hand out to her, and she pulled a pen out of her handbag. She began writing on my hand, and then walked off. I looked at my dad, and he raised his eyebrows at me.

"I swear to god, Mitchie, if I find you two in bed together, your ass will be grounded. I love you to death, Mitch, but you're still my 14 year-old daughter. I know you're growing up, faster than most girls your age, but you're still underage. As you know, I don't mind you going to parties, I don't mind you drinking, and I don't mind you staying out late, but like I've told you many times before, I…" I decided to cut him off.

"Draw the line at sex." I said in an extremely bored voice. My dad nodded, and patted my back. He walked back into his room, and I walked to mine, unlocking the door with the key card. The room was nothing special, I'd been in better, I thought it was over-priced, but as my mom always says 'Money's not an issue for us.'

I couldn't be bothered with unpacking yet, so instead, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, and looked at my hand.

Mikayla.
87592748 (: Call me x

I awed at the smiley face she'd drawn. She dotted her 'I' with a heart as well, which, I thought was really cute. I typed the number into my phone, and she picked up after the second ring.

"Hello?" She questioned.

"Hey, it's Mitchie." I said.

"Oh, hey, how's the unpacking going?" She asked jokingly.

"Boring, what you up too?" I asked her.

"Nout, I'm pretty bored." She said, sighing for effect. I giggled quietly.

"Wanna come to my room?" I asked her.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a few." She said.

"Mkay, Byeeeeee." I said, stretching the word out. She giggled, and hung up.

2 minutes later, there was a knock on my door.

"Hey, I wondered how long it'd take for… Oh, Dad, what do you want?" I asked, quickly looking down the hallway for any sign of Mikayla, which there wasn't.

"Nothing, just checking you were okay." He said, quickly looking inside my room.

"Checking for any girl that I may have smuggled in more like." I muttered. He heard me, and shook his head.

"Nope, just wondered how you were. Have fun unpacking." He said, turning around and heading back into his room. Once his door was closed, I saw Mikayla walk around the corner. I quickly ran up to her and pulled her around the corner by the hood of her jumper.

"Sorry, but I need to make you look kind of like a boy before you walk into my room. Put your hood up." I told her. She looked confused, but did as I told her too. I walked so that I was behind her, and looked at her. She was wearing baggy blue jeans, and her Hoody was pale green, so, from the back, she looked relatively boy-like.

"Okay, come on, lets go." I said. She nodded, and we walked to my room. We got in without my dad barging in 3 minutes later, so, so far, so good.

"So, tell me a bit about yourself." I said, flopping down onto my bed. Mikayla shrugged and lay down next to me.

"What's there to tell? I'm Mikayla, I hate it when people spell my name as M-I-C-H-A-E-L-A, because that's not how it's spelt. I'm 15, but only by about 2 weeks, I live in NY, My dad's on this cruise with me, my mom abandoned me a year ago, once I'd told her I was gay, I was crushed at first, but my dad convinced me that if she couldn't accept me, she wasn't worth it. I live for shopping and music, and I tend to fall for girls easily." She said, all in one breath. I giggled at how quickly she said it all.

"Well, he has a point…" I said, thinking how horrible it must be to have un-accepting parents. She nodded at my comment, agreeing. "I'm sorry anyway, it must be so horrible to find out that you're mom's ashamed of you… I don't think I'd be able to live like that." I told her honestly.

"Yeah, it was hard, but I'm fine now, I don't need her… So, how about you?" She asked me. I thought about what she'd said.

"Well, I'm Mitchie, 14, but I'm 15 in a month and 13 days, in counting. I told my parents I'm gay about a year and a half ago, and they were totally fine with me. I get away with everything, except sex, They let me drink, they let me stay out late, they let me go to crazy parties with my mates, and all that shit, but they go mental if they find out I've been having sex again. I usually get the girl I want, if I fall for someone, she tends to fall back for me. I practically have a gaydar built into my head, I always know if someone's gay, straight, bi, or unsure. I don't know how, I just do." I said. Mikayla laughed and rolled her eyes jokingly.

"Oh, so you think I'm gonna fall for you?" She asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"I never said I'm falling for you, so I never said I thought you'd fall for me as well." I told her, although, truth be told, I was falling for her. She looked sad, but quickly put the smile back on her face.

"Oh, okay then." I said quietly.

"Hey, I also never said I wasn't falling for you, which I am by the way." I told her. She smirked, and nodded.

"Me too." She said.

"See what I mean?" I asked her. She nodded, and giggled.

So, I hope you like this, and, as always, it will be carried on if I get some good reviews ;D