People say we shouldn't be together and we don't know about forever. But I say that they don't know what they're talking about.
There's a thirteen year age gap. That's disgusting. He has the worst past in the world, he'll only hurt her. I won't be surprised if we hear about how amazing the sex is when they finally break up. He's a pedophile. I can't believe she would date anyone like him. Low standards much? They'll never last.
Demi snickered and clicked out of her twitter webpage. People probably thought it upset her, all of the little comments that her fans and the media made about Wilmer. It did to a certain extent but at the end of the day, her and Wilmer knew the truth and to her, that was all that mattered.
This love is only getting stronger and I ain't waiting any longer. I just want to tell the world that you're mine.
Demi had lost count of how many times she had come close to confirming her and Wilmer. The longer their relationship went, the more she wanted to confirm. To stop having to hide away and meet each other in secret and take separate pictures with people because apparently it was just such a big deal if she had a boyfriend, especially if that boyfriend was Wilmer.
"You're thinking too hard again," Wilmer placed his fingers on her temples and gently rubbed as she relaxed back into him and sighed. Their relationship wasn't only physical like people seemed to think. She loved him, a lot, too much sometimes. And she didn't want to sound sappy and cliche but she honestly couldn't imagine her life without him.
They don't know about the things we do, they don't know about the I love you's, but I bet you if they only knew, they would just be jealous of us.
"WILMER!" Demi screamed in protest as he climbed over the wall in the laser tag room and "shot" her directly in the chest, causing her gun to shut down, meaning she had to get another charge up.
"You cheated," Demi complained and even in the dark he could tell that she was pouting.
"They never said we couldn't do that. You're dead, why aren't you on the floor?" Wilmer asked, waving his gun around for emphasis.
"Because you cheated so it doesn't count," Demi stomped her foot but Wilmer chuckled and tackled her to the floor, laughing as she squirmed underneath him and tried to kick him so he would get off.
"Get off of me cheater!" Demi yelled in his face, her bottom lip still poked out but Wilmer bent down and connected their lips, her shoulders instantly slouching down and her hands moving along his body as they continued to kiss on the carpeted floor.
"You love me? Because I love you," Wilmer spoke against her lips and she nodded.
"I love you."
They don't know about the up all nights, they don't know I've waited all my life, just to find a love that feels this right, baby they don't know about us.
"Wilmer, stop," Demi giggled as he lightly tickled the smooth skin on the side of her torso, gently rolling them over so that he was on top and she was under him, her hair sprawled out all over the pillow and her honey brown eyes sparkling with pure happiness, her bubblegum pink lips parted as endless giggles escaped her lips.
"Stop loving you? Never," he cooed before swooping down and planting his lips against hers, their tongues intertwining in a sweet kiss as he hands trailed up under her shirt and she locked her arms around the back of his neck.
