Only in my Dreams

Chapter 3

Demi Pov

The girl cautiously extends her right hand across the table. Suddenly I'm met with an amazing feeling shooting through my body. I look down to find her hand sitting perfectly in my own. My eyes automatically shift to her wrist; something I have done ever since I starting cutting my own. I notice some very feint scarring along the centre of it. My face falls. I look up at the girl who has gone as white as a ghost. She noticed my glance. She quickly removes her hand and the amazing feeling is suddenly gone. She places her hand in her lap, hidden away from my sight.

"Oh..D...dont worry about that. I have surgery a few years ago: she quickly spat out. She was clearly ashamed of those scars, and knowing better than to believe her excuse I knew the real reason behind them, but decided not to push the subject. She would tell me if she wanted to. I decided to change the subject.

"I love you accent. You're from Australia right?" I ask hopefully lightening the mood.

"Yeah, I'm here on holidays for my 21st birthday" she says cheering up at the change of topic.

"That's so cool! I've always wanted to go there. I can't wait till I finally get the chance. Are you a real Aussie that eats vegemite?"

"Oh my God yes!" she replies enthusiastically. "I usually have it every day. But I haven't had any since I've been here cause I didn't know if I was could bring it or not!"

"Awe, that sucks. I've tried it before. It's amazing, I love it. You know, I still have some at home if you want to come over and have some you're more than welcome!" I don't know where that came from. I don't even know this girl and I'm inviting her to my house! There is just something about her though that makes me feel drawn to her. Maybe if I get to know her a bit better. She might open up about those scars on her wrist. I look up at the girl to find a dumbstruck look on her face. It quickly changes to excitement when she realises the offer was serious.

"Yes! Are you sure though? I mean you don't even know me"

"Absolutely. There's just something about you that makes me trust you"

Steph Pov

I can't believe what is happening. This is the best day of my life. Demi extends her hand for me to grab; which I do without hesitation. Our coffees left sitting barely touched on the table slowly fading away as we walk out of the shop and into the beautiful day outside. Demi leads me across the road towards a flashy looking Mercedes. She lets go of my hand extinguishing the flame that had been burning throughout my body. I walk around to the passenger's side whilst waiting for her to unlock the door. Once inside I was overwhelmed with the reality that I was sitting in Demi Lovato's car with Demi Lovato! Only the way to her house I accidentally let out a squeak of excitement only to be met with the most cute, heart stopping, amazing giggle of Demi's. I look over to her as she concentrates on the road. Without even looking at me she reaches her spare hand over and places it on mine while drawing small circles on the top of it. A tingling feeling once again shoots through my body, this time through, I can feel it reach a part of my body it didn't last time. My centre. I've always admired Demi's beauty and sex appeal and said I was "lesbian for Demi" but no Lovatic ever believes that would happen. 1 because Demi is straight. 2 because they never get an opportunity to have a friendship let alone a relationship with her. I've never experienced sexual attraction to a woman before. Apparently there is a first for everything.

We were driving through L.A. for about 10 minutes until we started driving past some of the largest and most beautiful houses I had ever seen. Despite the amazing view outside the window, I was still ever aware of Demi's hand enclosed in mine that was resting on my thigh. I had become accustomed to the tingling sensation in my body, only to be shocked every so often by Demi drawing a new pattern or running her fingers along the underside of my wrist over my scars. I'm pretty sure she didn't believe my story but thankfully she didn't push the matter. It's a good thing she hadn't seen the other wrist. My right wrist was only scarred with the cuts of a scared teenage. My left wrist and both legs are scarred with the deep, unrelenting, punishing cuts of a severely depressed you adult. I can't bring myself to dump all of that onto her when my problems don't even compare to the ones she's experienced.