Tragically Beautiful

eighteen

Wilmer; (pov)

I don't understand this attitude Demi has had for the past few days. Ever since the fight we had, that night before the party, she has been acting weird, and avoiding me. I hope she's feeling okay. Or it could be worse than I think. Maybe she is having an issue with me? I always try to reassure her that communication is key, but she never does. I just hope she talks to me soon, so I can fucking sleep in my own bed again.

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"SHIT WHERE IS MY FUCKING PHONE DEMI?!" I was running around the house frantically searching. "AND MY WALLET?!?" I got to the ground and began to look under the couch.

I looked up to see Demi with a smile on her face and arms crossed over her body, standing in the doorway.

"This isn't fucking funny Demi." I got up and walked to her. "If you have seen them please just tell me where they are." I groaned.

"Wilmer when is the last time you had your phone?" Demi replied with a smile.

I put my palm on my forehead, and tried to think of the last time I had my phone or my wallet.

"Uhh-" I said. "Well I know I had them when we went to the party.."

"Okay.." Demi said. "And did you leave the party with your phone your wallet?" She asked.

"Shit." I said. "Can I have your phone so I can the call the credit card company?"

Demi started laughing. She pulled out her phone and I reached my hand out for it, but instead of giving it to me, she pulled it up to her ear;

'Hey Mila!' She said into the phone.

Mila? Why the fuck would she be calling Mila?

I listened to the rest of her conversation in confusion.

'Are you around today? Great! Yeah...? Uh, yeah I'm around at 12:30! Awesome! Okay, see you when you get here!'

Demi hung up her phone. "You know how Mila was at that party? Well, she saw you put your phone and wallet down, and when you didn't pick them up she grabbed them for you. She contacted me the night of the party, but I wanted to see how long you could go before you would actually notice they were missing." Demi gave an evil smile.

What a bitch.

Demi broke out into laughter, and I couldn't help but laugh with her. Where have I been these past few days to not have noticed they were gone? I guess I have been pretty busy planning the baby shower, and I haven't left the house once.

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I hope she wasn't mad that I came home late the other night after the party. With my busy schedule I had to find time to meet up with Dianna to discuss the shower. I have Been planning it for weeks now, and with all this sneaking around I think Demi is becoming suspicious. She's pretty good when it comes to figuring things out, and I hope just this once I can surprise her. Oh, and also when I propose. Though I am not attending the baby shower I still feel like Demi deserves it. Dallas, Maddie, Marissa and a few other people will be there, and can I say it's been so hard to make sure that this was kept secret. I have it planned out: Marissa will pick Demi up and 'take her to lunch', but they will actually head over to the reception hall. This should be one hell of a surprise.

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"Bye Wilmer! Oh, I put you're shit on the table. Love you!" I heard Demi yell from the front hall.

Mila was standing next to her, and they were just heading out for lunch. Although Mila and I have had a past, we are still very good friends. We were young, and I personally am grateful because I feel as if the relationship has brought us closer. Are Demi and Mila friends now? I mean they have always been friendly but never to the point where they would go out to lunch. I don't mind I guess. Ashton is a good friend of mine so maybe I could contact him more often. Now that I have my fucking phone.