Imagine:
You and Demi have been friends for years. You've always had a secret crush on her. She asked you to come over and hang out because she needed to talk to you about something. She spent over an hour talking about how much she likes this person, and how she wants to be with them more than anything.
You try to act happy for her but your jealousy starts to show. "That's cool. Why aren't you telling them instead of me? " you ask, sounding annoyed. "I just did." She said, and put her phone down. "So what? You get me to come over here and listen to you talk about your feelings for someone else? Then you text them right in front of me. Really Demi, couldn't you tell it was hurting me? I want you to feel that way about me. But no. Instead I have to listen to you explain how much you love this person. I just hope they fucking know they are the luckiest person in the world to ha-"
She interrupts you by walking up to you, pulling you up against her, and kissing you deeply. She kissed you with so much passion. She bit your lip as she was pulling away. "I love you, Y/N." She said and looked into your eyes. "I lo-" she interrupts you again by putting her finger to your mouth. "No, just listen. I love you, Y/N. YOU are the person I love, no one else. I could never love anyone else, because I am so hung up over you. Honestly, I don't care that I'm hung up over you. You're amazing, the best thing that's ever happened to me. I had to find a way to tell you, without actually telling you. But now I can see that you feel something for me." She leans in and whispers, "I'm all yours, Y/N."
