"Baby, I'm back home!" I hear Demi yelling from the front door.

"In the living room!" I yell back, not taking eyes off my laptop.

Demi walks in the living room and kisses my head softly then heads to the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I could cook something. And by cook, I mean microwave cause we both know this place will burn up if I try to cook." I chuckle not answering, still looking at my laptop screen reading random facts about Demi.

"Babe? Are you gonna answer me?" I chuckle even harder, putting my laptop down on the couch and joining her in the kitchen. "I missed you the whole day and you just sit there, staring at your laptop. What could be more interesting than your girlfriend?" she pouts and I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist as she smiles.

"Oh nothing. I just missed you too. And I'm glad you're back home... Demetria." I smirk as her smile drops and she rolls her eyes.

"Funny." she mumbles and turns in my arms. "Oh come on, Demetria. I thought you missed me." I rest my chin on her shoulder as she sighs. "Is there a reason you think you can call me like that?" "It's beautiful and it suits you. I like it." "I hate it." she escapes my grip and walks over to the couch, taking a look at the laptop.

Demi hates being called Demetria and it annonys her, she quotes the fact and turns to me with a death glare "You think you're funny, don't you?" I laugh and sit down beside her "I don't get why you hate it. It's a beautiful name.

"It sounds horrible. My sisters are Dallas and Madison and then there's me. DEMETRIA." she pouts again and I wrap my arm around her and kiss her temple.

"So it worked, huh?"

"What?"

"You got pretty annoyed."

Demi gasps "That was your goal? Rude!" she pouts even more and crosses her arms on her chest.

"Demetria."

"God, you sound like my mom."

"Demetriaaa."

"Stop annoying me."

"Demetriaaaaaa."

"Shut up."

"Shut me up."

"If you mean by kissing you, not gonna happen."

"Come ooooon."

"Stop calling me Demetria."

"Okay, Dems."

"That's more like it."

Demi smiles and uncrosses her arms while pulling me on her lap. She presses her lips on mine and runs her hand through my hair. I pull back an inch from her lips "Have I ever told you you're an awesome kisser... Demetria?" She pushes me off herself and storms to the bedroom angrily.

"Don't be so mad."

"I hate you."

"I looove you."

"Fuck off."