Chapter 6: Oh shit.. Did I really just say that?

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It's been three months since I met Demi... She still doesn't know that I know who she really is... We've gotten really close. About a month ago I asked her to be my girlfriend... She said yes, but today I have to tell her that I'm moving to New York in less than three months.. I don't want to tell her but the longer I wait the harder it will be..

I walk down the road to Demi's house. When I get to her door I hesitate before I knock.. I don't know how this will turn out.. She answers the door with a smile and I can't help but smile back at her.. There she is wearing another damn crop top... I lean down and give her a quick kiss and hug her... I love her hugs.

I've been listening to her music lately.. In high school some of her songs helped me through some hard times... I actually have a tattoo on the back of my right shoulder that says 'I'm Stronger than I've ever been'... I got it when I was 17.

"Hey babe." She says with a huge smile.

"Hey." I say, still holding her.

We sit on the couch and start talking. Just about random stuff.. Soon she kisses me and our conversation turns into a make out session... Next thing I know she's in my lap... Straddling me.. Her fingers entangled in my hair pulling my head closer to hers... My hands wrapped around her waist pulling her body closer to me.. Her hips start moving.. I know exactly what she wants... And I want to give it to her...

"Wait... Wait... I can't do this.." I say breathless. I can't make love to her then tell her that I'm leaving.. That would be a dick move.. I just can't do that..

"Did I do something wrong?" She asks with fear written across her face.

"No, of course not.. I.. I just can't do this... Not without telling you something.." I say. I move her off of my lap.

I stand up because my nerves a are going crazy..

"I got accepted to this school in New York... It's for dramatic arts and I'm going... I'm moving in less than three months..." I say looking down at my fingers...

"You're leaving me?" I look up at her and I can see that she's hurt.. I stand in front of her and crouch down..

"I don't want to leave you... But this is a great opportunity for me... I have to go... It's killing me that I have to leave you... I am utterly and completely in love with you, Demi...."

.... Oh shit... I called her Demi...

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