Even Heroes Have Scars

[48] Each Other's Perfection

Demi's P.O.V.

The first thing we did when we got back to my house was take our medicines with water. She took a few more pills than I did, but I didn't question her about what each were for. I noticed how the floor was spotless, thanks to Elizabeth.

"There's all kinds of things we could do. We could watch a movie or go for a walk. We can get in the pool if you want. Last hot day of summer since summer ends soon," I suggested, smirking.

She gave me a cheeky smile. "Sounds good to me. You're lucky I brought my bathing suit, hot stuff."

I laughed, throwing my head back. "What, you don't want to go naked?"

She laughed with me, shaking her head as she followed me upstairs, where she had left her bag earlier. Again, I allowed her to dress in the bathroom, fearing I'd accidentally walk out on her again. Slowly, I removed all my clothes and began slipping on a dark blue bikini. My eyes avoided the mirror in the corner of my room, knowing I'd discriminate against my body, and I sat on my bed, staring at my phone. "Demsley" was trending. Number three.

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying not to stress too much and just enjoy my day with my girl. A smile crossed my face as I thought about her being mine, and, taking the high road, I exited twitter, scrolling through my iMessage notifications.

Phil: YOU ARE DATING A GIRL? WHO IS SHE AND WHAT HAPPENED TO WILMER?

Me: I'll tell you at rehearsal tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy your day off! Love you, Phil

Phil: Finally, you replied. I'm not trying to sound unaccepting, I was just wondering why...

Me: Like I said, I'll tell you at rehearsal tomorrow

Phil: Fine. Love you, too, Demi

I quickly replied to my other texts just saying that I was okay, missing my family, and enjoying my day off before tour started. Then, I shut off my phone and tossed it behind me on my bed, thinking angrily about Phil's reply as I gripped on the comforter of my bed. It was my decision to be with Ansley, but it was not my decision to be bisexual. He knew what I was before I knew what I was. There was no reason for him to question me.

My thoughts were torn from my mind when Ansley stepped out of the bathroom wearing her black bikini. I noticed the scars that lined a lot of her body, but I pretended I didn't. She was absolutely beautiful and I could tell she was gaining a tiny bit of weight, which made me happy.

She stuffed everything into her bag and outstretched her hand to me. Side by side, we jogged down the stairs, grabbing towels from the laundry room before heading outside. She almost opened the door to leave the porch when I stopped her.

"Come back here, missy. You need sunscreen. I'm not going to let you get burnt."

She groaned when I popped open the bottle of sunscreen, squirting a big glob into her hand, then in my own. I spread it all over my body and face, rubbing it in as best I could. When we were both finished, I squeezed more into my hand, receiving another groan.

"Turn around. I'll put some on your back."

When she turned around, I pressed my hand onto her back, moving it in circles as I rubbed the sunscreen onto her back, feeling her muscles under my hands. Then, when I was done, she dabbed sunscreen onto my back, spreading it and rubbing it in. Her hands were warm and soft, carefully touching every part of my back.

After that, we raced each other downstairs. She won, of course, because since she was tall, she was able to skip steps with her long legs. Cheater. Hand in hand, we sprinted to the end of the pool, counted to three, and cannonballed into the pool.