I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (D.L)

Glimpse Of Talent

They arrived back at Lindsey’s house, which was more like a mansion. It sat on a typical Beverly Hills street, surrounded by other houses of similar size. Lindsey led Demi into the living room. “So,’ He said, sitting down on the couch with Demi, ‘what’d you want to do?” Demi shrugged, looking around the room. She liked how it was decorated. There were guitars everywhere; some on stands, some on the walls. And there were records everywhere too, containing music from all different genres. Demi turned back to Lindsey. “How about we listen to some music?” Lindsey nodded. He pulled a box out from under his coffee table, full of records. “You look through these and I’ll go get us some drinks.” He got up and went through into the kitchen. “If you find anything you like, just play it.” He called from the kitchen. “Okay!” Demi replied. She looked through the box and soon found what she was looking for. She placed the record on the turntable and placed the needle on the vinyl. The sound of heavy rock guitars blasted out of the speakers and Demi grinned. “Ah, Led Zeppelin.” Lindsey appeared beside her, holding two glasses of wine. “No beer?” Demi asked, taking one of the glasses from Lindsey.” “I think you had enough beer last night to last you a lifetime.” They laughed and took small sips of their wine. They chatted for a while, Lindsey telling Demi stories about his family and his first guitar, which was sat nearby in a stand. Soon, the opening chords to ‘Stairway to Heaven’ began to play and Demi’s attention was taken from Lindsey. “I love this song.” Demi said, more to herself than Lindsey. “Mmm. It’s pretty good.” Lindsey said, slightly annoyed that she seemed no longer interested in his stories. But then she began to sing.

“There’s a lady who’s sure

all that glitters is gold

And she’s buying a

Stairway to Heaven.”

Lindsey listened and watched silently as Demi swayed to the music and sang along to the lyrics as if she were alone. Once the song finished, Lindsey put his glass on the mantle and clapped. Demi turned around, having forgotten where she was. “Bravo! Encore!” Lindsey yelled, making Demi blush. They sat back down on the couch. “You didn’t tell me you could sing!” Lindsey said. “I can’t. Not really… Not like you, Stevie and Christine.” “No, you can’t. “ Lindsey said. He took Demi’s hand in his. “You’re far better than we are.” Demi blushed again as Lindsey smiled charmingly at her. He leant forward a little more. “Don’t I get a kiss for making you blush?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you get a smack for making me blush?” Demi asked. Lindsey shrugged. “I made you feel good though, right?” He asked. Demi nodded and leant forward. She kissed him lightly but he deepened it. As they broke apart away, Lindsey smiled at a bewildered Demi. “I told you I liked you.” He said. Demi shook her head. “No you didn’t.” “Well, I just did.” Lindsey replied, sealing it with another kiss.