Imagine that with Demi Lovato (Lesbian Stories)

This Means War

After a long day at work, you strolled home ready to be reunited with your loving bed. As you went to unlock the door, from the corner of your eye you notice a box. Frowning, you bend down to examine it further. It's wrapped in shimmering silver paper and tied neatly with a bow. You look around yourself suspiciously this situation resembling a particular genre of movie all too well. Slowly you untie the ribbon and lift the lid off, hoping there wasn't a heart or something inside. Inside rested a red Nerf gun and a white card. A look of confusion appeared on your face as you pick up the card.

'Game on Y/L/N. 3 hits wins -D'

A smile spreads across your lips as you grab the gun from the box. Checking it out cautiously, it seemed to be already loaded. Standing back up, you sigh. You just want to sleep but it was clear that wasn't going to happen, at least not until this game was over. You unlock the door, pushing it open in one fell swoop. "Demi!". The house was dimly lit, putting your nerves on edge. You tiptoe in, dropping your bag down at the side of the door. Thinking on it you wondering how long Demi had been waiting considering you were running late. Shutting the door, you got the Nerf gun ready for this "war". Walking into the living room, You searched for her.

Bang.

You jump round alerted by the sound, only to see the living room door close behind you. Taking a deep breath, You turn back around almost colliding with Demi, who was now standing before you.

"One down. Two to go." She stated, firing a nerf dart at you chest before running off into the darkness.

"Baby, get back here!" You shout, running after her.

"Y/N...Y/N...Y/N" An ominous voice singsonged through the house.

"Stop being creepy." You call back, laughing. Her voice slowly got closer as you peeked out into the hallway. A shadowy figure lurked in the darkness. Lining up the gun, you pulled the trigger hoping it hits her

"Hey!" She calls, shooting one back. You slipped back into the kitchen as quickly as possible.

"Missed me, Lovato" You laugh. Looking back out you see her running towards you. You run back into the living room. Turning your head you look for her, firing a dart just in case. Missing her slightly you keep running, forgetting about the sofa. You collapse over the back, landing softly on the cushions. Demi's familiar laugh followed as she walked closer, shooting you as you struggle to get up. Instead you fall to the floor.

"Dammit" You laugh watching as Demi jumps over the back of the sofa, supporting herself with her arm. She slips on the landing.

"Fuck." She mummers falling on top of you.

"Ow! get off me" You chuckle, trying to push her off. She sits up, her now straddling you and a sigh escapes your lips but a smile remains.

"Make me"

"Demi seriously, get off. You're crushing me." You mumble.

"You're so cute, Y/N" She narrows her eyes before leaning in and kissing you softly on the lips. Pulling away, she lines up a shot before shooting your forehead.

"Fuck you" you comment in defeat. With a clear smile, she blows the end of the gun in triumph

"Game over bitch"