high school love a semi story

high school love a semi

~ Demi's P.O.V. ~

"You know, you should let me drive your car sometime." Selena said as we got in my car.

"Hah, no!" I said instantly, starting the car.

"What, why?" Selena whined slightly. Oh how cute.

"Because it's my baby." I replied as I pulled out of the parking spot.

"I thought I was your baby." She pouted. Now that's even cuter.

"You are." I stated, driving out of the parking lot.

"Then why can't I drive your car?" Selena asked.

"Because." I answered, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Because is not an answer." She stated.

"Yeah it is." I replied.

"Okay, well it's not a good enough answer for me. I want a better one. Preferably a real one." Selena demanded.

I sighed. "Well I don't know. I just never let anyone drive my car."

"Not even me?" Selena pouted once again.

"It never occurred to me that you would even want to drive my car." I said as I pulled up in a parking space in front of the grocery store.

Selena started taking off her seatbelt. "Well why not?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, getting out of the car before rounding over to the passenger side to meet Selena who was just getting out. "Besides, you never let me drive your car. I don't think it would be fair."

"Whatever." Selena rolled her eyes before taking my hand. "What are we doing at a grocery store anyways?"

"Picking out our desert." I smiled at her, leading her inside.

"What, you're not going to cook it?" She teased.

"Nope. WE are." I smirked and walked over to the desert aisle.

"Oh really?" She asked me as I nodded. "And what are we going to make?"

"Whatever you want baby." I let go of her hand and motioned over to the desert packages. "So pick."

Selena reached over to the shelf and took off two boxes. "Hmm...cake or brownies?"

"Doesn't matter. We could even make both if you want." I suggested. She looked at me before looking back at the boxes in her hand. "Tell you what, we'll buy both of these and whatever you feel in the mood for later, we'll make."

"Okay." Selena smiled and handed me the boxes.

I smiled back at her. "Great. Is there anything else that you want to get now that we're here?"

"Just you." She winked as I blushed lightly. "Actually, there is something else that I want." She said, walking farther down the aisle.

"What?" I asked, following after her.

"This." She said, holding up a container of chocolate cream and a bottle of chocolate sauce.

I smirked. "Is that for the cake or...?"

"Yes it's for the cake you perv!" Selena exclaimed before swatting my arm.

"Hey, I was only kidding!" I laughed.

"Yeah, well you're still a perv. I know this isn't the first time you thought of that." She stated.

I raised my eyebrow. "Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because, you make those remarks all the time." She said with a slight smile.

"I don't make remarks like that all the time. Nor do I think about it." I don't, right?

"Yeah well, either way, you wish." Selena smirked.

"I'm not gonna lie," I shrugged. "I do." Well I don't think about it all the time and I know it's too soon, but one day I'd want to. And why wouldn't I?

Selena's smirk vanished as her face turned into a serious expression. "Do you really?"

"Well I uhm, I don't know." I gulped and glanced down. I don't want her to think I'm moving too fast or pushing her into doing something she doesn't want to do, so what else am I supposed to say?

"No Demi, really. Do you or do you not? I need to know." She asked.

"We'll talk about this later, okay? Not here. Let's just pay for this stuff and go." I took the other two items from her hands and headed towards the register. Halfway there, I felt her arm loop into mine. I looked over at her just as she looked over at me and smiled. God that smile of hers. It never ceases to make me melt.

~ At Demi's house, Selena's P.O.V. ~

"I still feel like you should have warned me ahead of time or something. I would have worn something better. What I'm wearing is not date material." I said as we walked in her house.

"You look beautiful babe." She said and kissed me on the cheek before walking into the kitchen to set the grocery bag down.

"So! What are we cooking?" I asked as I followed after her.

"I'm sorry, we?" She asked, turning around.

"Yeah, we. You know, as in you and I." I stated.

"I know what 'we' means. I just don't remember allowing you to help." Demi said, turning back around.

"Allowing me to help? Since when do I need to be 'allowed' to help?" I scoffed.

"Since now." Demi turned around once again and walked over to me. "I don't want you to have to do a thing. Just leave it all to me, okay?" She kissed my cheek before opening the fridge. My girlfriend is too good to me. I just hope she doesn't burn anything.

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