Three fucking hours. That's about how long it has been since Demi and I stepped through the front door. That also happens to be how long ago since Demi last touched me. She's poison in my head, she's poison in hers. No matter how many times I say it's okay, she shakes her head but never meets my gaze. So she sat there on my couch while I toured my own house and only moved to show me where and what the goldfish are. I would have done that myself too, but I can't read and don't have a clue what half the stuff here is.
I sat awkwardly next to her, moaning to myself and the salty cracker goodness I shove into my mouth a handful at a time. Hospital food sucks, I've been living on Starbucks and Nate's leftover McDonalds for nearly the whole time I've been there.
The expression was a thing that instantly took me off my culinary orgasm. Demi was here physically, but mentally she was elsewhere. I don't know what was happening in that pretty little head of hers, but whatever it was wasn't good.
We both snapped back to the current time when a door slammed so hard and fast that the whole house shook. This was followed by slender boots speeding toward where we sat. "I just saw Demi's car", Jenny said in a high pitched and squeaky voice. I stand, almost unable to put on the overly happy smile and rushing to her with my arms wide open, embracing her tightly.
"I see you".
She laughs, but suddenly her warm facial expression falls when she looks behind me, the edges of her lips seem to be weighted by gravity. I shake my head, looking at Demi. She hasn't moved. Her hands still rest on her knees, her nose compasses straight ahead, but she could be in a whole new dimension for all we know.
"Well I just stopped by to see you. I wasn't sure if Demi was going to be here, but it's good she is", she suddenly goes hushed, "kinda. Can she hear me? Anyway tonight is your 'yay Natie can see' dinner at the restaurant of your choice. Think fast, we need to know where we're driving to".
"Is everyone going", I ask hopefully.
" I think you know the answer to that, Natalie. Nate's been talking to Aiden and Dylan a lot though. You outta thank him when they start talking to you again. He'll be the reason why". I nod, disappointed of still being under the covers. Jenny then hugs me once more and leaves, claiming she needs milk.
I look back at my girlfriend once more before making my way to my room. I find the first matching articles that I'm sure aren't mine. The black stretchy pants and an orange fitted shirt that hurts my eyes. On my way back to her, I grabbed her sneakers with the swiggly symbol on the side. It's probably a letter, but frankly I don't care. When I get back, Demi sits there in her own little world. I don't wait for her this time, I just throw her clothes at her and drop her sneakers next to her. Blinking a few times, she looks at the clothes, then to me with a blank stare.
"Snap out of it", I deadpan, "It's not you, it's me. Go workout your way back into this century so we can have a good time on our night out with friends".
"Are you mad", she asks. My desired response would be saying how my frustration level is at the point where I want to dunk her head in a bucket of ice water, but that would make the situation worse.
"No, I just want you to not feel shitty. You can talk to me after you run or something if you're up for it".
She nods, watching my every step as I take a seat next to her. Her eyes continue to trail my movements as I place my hand cautiously over hers, my fingers being all that touches the smooth, tanned skin of her thigh beneath our contact. Slowly, her fingers lock mine into place and I inwardly sigh, relieved. "I'll run up and down the street a few times. You coming"?
I smile, "I'll watch to make sure you don't get kidnapped or anything. If one comes I can run him over with a car because my lovely girlfriend taught me how to drive".
She laughs, and a little weight in the room is replaced with the smooth sound of her soft chuckle. Then she witches off glances with my eyes and lips. I want to, but something in the pit of my stomach nudges me in places that hurt and I can't even think without feeling like I'm gonna throw up. It pains me to see her face when she musters the courage and leans in to kiss me but I turn away. I know it's my choice, but I just get the feeling in the back of my mind that if I let myself get too close I'll be open with her and end up regretting it, Or some ridiculous other reason. Again, I know it's bull, but I'm working two separate minds.
Demi looks down to her lap again at the hands sitting there. I graze my thumb soothingly over the back of her hand. I'm too much of a coward to apologize for my actions. She seems to understand my body, leaning her head on my shoulder and I peck her temple. Then she nudges herself off and stands gracefully, dropping my hand slowly. I look up smiling at her as she presses the clothes to her chest, heading to my room to change. Out of impulse I call for her, and she looks back expectantly.
"I love you".
She smiles, a blush creeping its way onto her cheeks " I love you too", and then she's gone. The whole time, from her changing to her running on the sidewalk in long strides, earbuds in, I'm thinking about what made her shut down. Not only that, but how stupid could I possibly be to hurt her?And as she runs, Demi is probably wondering the same thing vise versa.
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This has been a rough week, so to who I've accidentally hurt, this is for you. You know who you are. *pretend i have champaign to toast to you, because I currently lack that class*
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