Jennel's POV:
Demi just stares at me and I giggle slightly at how stupid she looks as she just opens and closes her mouth, unable to form any words. I bring my hand away from hers and then brushing a stand of hair behind her ear. She weakly smiles at me, as I brush my thumb over her cheek while she still attempts to avoid eye contact with me.
She begins to look around the room, staring at the candles on the coffee table as well as in the kitchen. She turns back to face me, biting on her bottom lip and I just smile at her.
"Are you going to actually speak Demi?"
"H-hey." She stutters, glancing between my eyes and my lips as I graze my thumb over the top of her hand. She averts her eyes from mine when she realises that I'm watching her, I just cup her face and then press my lips against hers, she smiles against my lips as her arms wrap around my waist. "W-what are you doing here?"
"I've thought about it."
"And?"
"And I'm not scared anymore, there is no reason to be scared when I have you, I want you Demi." I reply, smiling and then lightly pressing my lips against hers. "So I made food." I say, pulling away from her and then leading her towards the table, she sits down and then stares at me with her eyebrows raised.
"You made food?" She questions, her eyebrows still raised while a smirk plays on her lips. I sigh and then smile at her before speaking.
"Okay so that's not entirely true, Wes made the food." I say causing Demi to Laugh as I walk into the kitchen, turning the stove on to re-heat the pasta sauce as well as pouring boiling water over the already cooked pasta.
"You did all of this?" Demi asks, looking around the apartment again.
"Of course I did, you're worth it."
I stand with my back facing Demi while grabbing two bowls out of the cupboard, I place them on the worktop as I feel two arms wrap around my waist before feeling a pair of lips against my neck. I turn my head and smile at Demi as she rests her chin on my shoulder.
"I love you Jennel." She whispers, pressing her lips against my neck again as I place my hands over her and tangle our fingers together. I rest my body against hers and just let her hold me, while I watch the pan of pasta sauce re-heating.
"I love you too."
"Do you want me to do anything?"
"Go sit down so you're not distracting me, I'll bring the food over." I reply, turning to face her and then lightly pressing my lips against hers. She smiles against my lips, keeping her arms wrapped around my waist before tugging on my bottom lip. "Demi you're distracting me and I'll end up burning the food that took me forever to make." I mumble against her lips.
"Mm okay." She replies, kissing my cheek and then unwrapping her arms from around my waist before walking out of the kitchen and then towards the table. "Also you didn't spend forever making this food, Wes did." She says as I place the pasta into the bowls before adding the pasta sauce.
"I watched him make it though, that was hard work." I say, throwing the pan into the sink and then getting glared at by Demi. I just innocently smile at her as she continues to glare at me, come on lighten up. I mean all I did was throw a pan in the damn sink.
I pick the bowls up and then carry them out of the kitchen, and I place one in front of Demi and then one where I'm going to be sitting. I then walk back into the kitchen and grab a bottle of red wine before walking back towards the table and filling the two glasses. I sit down and Demi is just goofily grinning at me.
"What?"
"No one has ever done this for me before."
"You're the only person I've ever done this for." I reply while smiling back at her as her foot grazes against my leg under the table. I bring a forkful of pasta to my mouth before eating it, Demi begins to laugh at me and I glare at her, she leans across the table, reaching over and then wiping pasta sauce from the edges of my mouth, she just shakes her head at me while I pout at her.
"Don't look at me like that; it's not my fault you can't eat properly."
"Shut up, I'm only a baby I'm allowed to make a mess." I reply, still glaring at her while eating more pasta, Demi just giggles, sipping out of the glass of wine.
"Okay you don't get to call yourself a baby because it just makes me feel even older and makes me realise that this is so wrong." She mumbles as she places the glass down and just innocently smiles at me while picking up a forkful of pasta and then bringing it to her mouth. "If I get this on my face you better not laugh at me."
"Why shouldn't I? You laughed at me!" I whine, waving the fork at her while trying not to laugh because she's pouting at me.
"Because I told you to, and I'm older so you have to listen to me."
"I agree you are old, like so old."
She just glares at me, as I lean back in the seat while picking up the glass of wine and just sitting there smirking at her. She raises her eyebrows and I take a mouthful of wine before placing the glass back down and then leaning over the table, taking her hands in mine.
"You're lucky that I love you."
"Yea I know I am." I reply, winking at her as I graze my thumb over the top of her hand, she glances down and smiles while I eat another mouthful of pasta. Her feet move against mine underneath the table, she begins to move her foot up and down my leg.
"So what else have you got planned for tonight?"
"How about hot sex." I reply, smirking at her as she stares at me in shock, she shakes her head at me and I just laugh at her before giving her an actual reply. "I was thinking we could watch crap TV, eat cake and cuddle on the sofa."
"I don't know which one I like more."
"Well as much as I want sex, I'd rather just cuddle on the sofa with you" I say, smiling at her while running my fingers through my hair and then picking the glass up and taking a mouthful of wine. I place the glass down and then push my chair out before standing up and then walking round the table. Demi pushes herself away from the table slightly and I sit on her lap with my left arm wrapped around her shoulders as she places her arms around my waist.
"I've missed holding you." She whispers against my neck before kissing her neck as I place my right hand over hers, placing my fingers in between the spaces between her fingers. I place my head against hers and we both just sit in silence, with only the sound of our breathing filling the apartment as I graze my thumb over the top of her hand.
"I've just missed you."
~~~
Demi and I are on the sofa, we're both wearing sweats and t-shirts. I stole a pair of Demi's sweats and put my t-shirt from before on. We've drank one bottle of wine and we're now on to the second one, if we continue drinking I'm going to be hungover tomorrow, wine is not my best friend it gives me a nasty hangover, like worse than I normally get.
I'm leaning against the arm of the sofa with my legs crossed and a blanket draped over me while Demi is lay with her head resting on my lap as I run my fingers though her hair. I lean down and press my lips against her temple, breathing in the scent of her hair, it smells nice, just being able to smell the scent of her hair makes me realise how much I actually missed her.
We're watching batman, because who doesn't love superheroes? Plus I was pretty damn happy when I found batman in the mass of DVD's that Demi owns. It just makes her even better because the batman movies are the only movies that I will actually watch all the way through.
I glance down at Demi she's staring at the TV, mouthing the words; I smile down at her and then lean down pressing my lips against her forehead. She glances up at me, smiles at me and then turns her attention back to the TV. I continue running my fingers though her hair while watching the TV and smiling to myself because I have the most amazing woman curled up on my lap and she knows this film word for word.
"So what's going on with you and Jillian?" She asks, lying on her back, with her head still on my lap, she looks up at me; taking my hand in hers and begins playing with my fingers. She nudges me when I don't answer her straight away, giggling when I zone back in, I just smile at her.
"Just things."
"Are you going to go into more detail?"
"Well she walked into the bathroom the day after I left you. I was beyond upset and pissed off so I was punching everything. I fucked my knuckles up."
"Well that was fucking stupid wasn't it?"
"Excuse me! You were the one that was nearly in tears in the middle of a lesson, and to be honest I didn't want to break down in that room."
"Right, okay." Demi says knowing that we would probably end up arguing if we carried on with that conversation. "What else happened?" Demi asks, still looking up at me.
"I told her to leave me alone and just me continue beating the crap out of the wall because it hurt less that seeing you like that, so she said she's had enough of trying to fix me." I reply, looking down at her and running my fingers through her hair with my left hand as she continues to play with the fingers on my right hand.
"Are you two talking?"
"Nope, and she won't let Wes see me, he has to lie to her whenever he's with me. But she kind of saw us shopping before so they're probably arguing at the moment."
Demi pushes herself up and then moves next to me, resting her head on my shoulder, I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer to me. She pulls the blanket off me, places it over her lap as well and then presses her lips against mine, I pull away, smiling at her, and she curls up against my side, pulling my arm around her.
"Urg, you smell like weed." She whines, looking at me, wrinkling her nose up and pouting at me.
"I don't see why you're pulling that face, you know that I smoke weed, and you've smoked it with me before."
"Yea but I thought you might have stopped." She mumbles, looking towards the TV.
"I've kind of been smoking more and I smell like weed because I was smoking it before."
"When? You weren't smoking it here."
"When I was with Wes, I have some in my jacket if you want some." I reply, winking at her and she just shakes her head at me. I press my lips against hers, smiling against her lips before pulling away. "You know you want some." I say grazing my lips against hers, and then pressing my lips against hers again, I smile against her lips before pulling away and watching the TV.
"Jennel." Demi whines, I let out a small giggle before turning to face her, she's pouting at me as well as trailing her fingers up and down my arm. I kink my eyebrow at her, and pause the DVD as Demi straddles me, placing her legs either side of my waist. She leans forward so her forehead is pressed against mine and her hands are placed on my shoulders.
"What do you want?" I ask, smirking at her, wrapping my arms around her waist so she doesn't fall backwards, because I don't feel like sitting in a hospital because she spilt her head open on the coffee table.
"What are we?" She asks, her lips inches away from mine, her hot breath hitting my lips with each word that leaves her mouth.
"Well Demetria, we're humans." I reply, smirking at her while closing the gap between us, pressing my lips against hers, she pulls away shaking her head at me.
"Give me an actual answer Jennel." She says, glaring at me slightly. "What are we?"
"What do you want us to be?"
"I want you to be mine and only mine, I want to be able to call you my girlfriend." She mumbles, staring into my eyes as she slides her hands from my shoulder to my neck and then her thumbs rest of my jawline. My lips curl into a smile and Demi blushes, lightly pressing her lips against mine.
"Miss Lovato are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I ask, smiling at her as she begins to blush again. She lightly nods her head and then avoids looking into my eyes. I press my lips against hers and pull her further on to my lap as she smiles against my lips. "Yes."
"W-what?"
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." I mutter as she grins at me and then buries her head in the crook of my neck, she kisses my neck and I just smile, sliding my hands up the back of her shirt and then resting them against her soft skin.
"I love you." She whispers into my ear before moving off me and then pulling me down with her so we're both lay on the sofa now. She's staring at me while brushing my hair out of my face, grazing her thumb against my skin.
"I love you too Demi." I reply, draping my arm around her waist before pulling her closer to me so our noses are grazing. She goofily grins at me before kissing me, it only last seconds though because she's now facing the TV with her back pressed against the front of my body. My fingers are tangled with hers and my chin is resting against her shoulder as she goes back to mouthing along with the words in the film.
"So that weed that's in your jacket, how about you go and get it."
~~~
There is music blasting from the stereo, the apartment smells of weed and the neighbours probably think that Demi is having a party because of the amount of noise that we're making. I made a bong out of an empty plastic bottle, which is now on the kitchen worktop. At some point during the last two hours I discarded the sweats and so did Demi.
I'm stood with Demi and she's grinding against me, she pulls away from me and then spins me around before she presses her lips against mine, she pulls away and then slaps my ass, winking at me. I shake my head at her as I walk away from her and make my way towards the sofa, taking a drag of the joint and smirking at Demi because she's just stood in the middle of the room staring at me.
She grabs her glass of wine off the ground and takes a mouthful while continuing to move around the room, swaying her lips as she walks towards me and captures my lips between hers. I smile against her lip before she pulls away and smirks at me.
"You are great when you're high!" I yell as Demi dances around the living room, throwing her arms in the air while jumping up and down. I lie on the coffee table, my legs hanging over the edge and a joint in my left hand.
Demi races towards me and then straddles me, pacing her legs either side of my waist. Taking the joint out of my hand and places it between her lips, taking a drag and then blowing the smoke down at me. I kink my eyebrow at her and she just innocently smiles at me, placing her hands on her hips.
I take the joint off her, take a drag and then pull the joint away from my lips, I look up and glare at her before she leans down and presses her lips against mine. I blow the smoke into her mouth and she smirks against my lips before pulling away.
"You're a bad influence on me."
"I know I am, but you love it."
"Mm I suppose I do, and I love you." She replies, smashing her lips against mine, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. I let out a moan and she slides her tongue into my mouth, I slide my hands under her shirt, trailing my fingers from her shoulders down to the curve of her back.
She grinds her hips against mine and I let out another moan, she just smirks against my lips, placing her hands either side of my head. I drag my nails down her back and she moans into my mouth while sliding her fingers into my hair and tugging on it slightly.
I sit up and Demi wraps her arms around my neck, biting down on my bottom lip. I pull away from her and push Demi off me, she slides on to the ground and stares up at me before pouting at me, and I just innocently smile at her, standing up and then making my way into the kitchen. I pull the fridge open, pull out a can of coke and then opening it, leaning against the worktop as I drink a mouthful.
She sways into the kitchen, with her hands on her hips while glaring at me; I place the can on the worktop and then grab her wrist, pulling her close to me. She continues to glare at me and I pull her closer to me and then wrapping my arms around her waist. Her head rests on my shoulder and she kisses the side of my neck.
"Can we go to sleep? I think I'm coming down now." She mumbles against my neck as her arms wrap around my body, she lets out a sigh and presses her body against mine. I kiss the side of her head and then answer her.
"Do I get to have you pressed against me while we sleep?"
"Of course, that way I can actually get to sleep." She mumbles, looking up at me and shyly smiling at me. My hands slide down her body and then I rest them on her thighs before picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, resting her head on my shoulder as I make my way out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
"I'm so tired I want to sleep for ten years."
"Don't be so dramatic Jennel." Demi says, kissing my neck as I walk into her room, throwing her on to her bed and then laughing as she squeals and pouts at me, I shut her bedroom door and then walk towards her bed. She's lay in the middle sprawled out, her t-shirt her halfway up her stomach and her hair is spread across the pillows.
"Are you going to move so I can lie down or not?"
"I don't have the energy to move." She mutters, lifting her head up and then dropping it back down on to the pillows.
"One bad thing about you getting high is that you can't handle coming down from your high." I reply, rolling her over and then jumping on to the bed next to her, I pull the sheets over us as Demi rolls over again and rests her head on my chest.
"That's because I don't smoke it as much as you do."
"That's because you're little miss perfect teacher." I reply, pressing my lips against the top of her head while her arm wraps around my waist and she pulls me closer to her. She rests her chin on my chest and stares up at me while goofily smiling at me.
"I'm also your girlfriend."
"That you are, you're my girlfriend." I say, smiling down at her as she slides on top of me, placing her hands on the pillow either side of my head while her forehead pressed against mine. I continue smiling because I have the most amazing, beautiful girlfriend.
"What you thinking about?" She asks, rolling off my and lying next to me, I wrap my arm around her shoulders; she lifts her arm and then tangles her fingers with mine while resting her head in the same position as before.
"The fact that I have a perfect girlfriend, and for once I'm actually happy."
"I love it when you're like this, not all drugs and attitude."
"You're the only person that I'm like this around." I reply, grazing my thumb over the top of Demi's arm while she traces circles on my stomach underneath my t-shirt. Her legs tangle with mine as she quietly mutters something, lifting her head before placing it back down.
"I'm glad it's Saturday tomorrow there is no way I'd be able to get out of bed in the morning."
"Shut up and sleep Demi."
"Fine, I love you Jennel." She mumbles, kissing the exposed skin on my collarbone.
"I love you too." I whisper into her hair, holding her closer to me and then letting out a sigh before shutting my eyes, falling asleep with a smile for the first time in weeks.