Imagine that with Demi Lovato (Lesbian Stories)

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A/N- Am I obsessed with competitive swimming atm? You bet your ass I am. So this is based on that as well as the anime I fell in love with. 🦄💕
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Water. Once you jump in it bites you with all its got but you push through. It streams across your body. It can be both beautiful and suffocating. My legs kicking. My arms slicing through in an attempt to push forward. My breathing shallow. I love everything about it. And turn. Bouncing off the wall I shot back down the pool swimming with all might until I reached the other end. My palm hitting the side of the pool, my head shooting out of the water. My feet coming in contact with the bottom. "Impressive Demi, keep this up and I could see you going pro." Coach called. Pulling of my goggles and cap, I got out of the cool water and shook off slightly. I never cared much for times or winning. I swim for myself. As all people should. You have to like what you're doing or there is no point in doing it. "What was my time?" I asked with a tilt of the head. "One minute, ten." While most of me didn't care the fact they thought that was impressive was idiotic. "What? I can do better. It's that damn turn. It always fucks me up." It was whatever. I can do better. I have done better before. I always struggled with turns for some reason. I wondered to the side to chill, sitting on a bench. Watching girl after girl jump in and swim. They weren't the fastest but they sure as hell tried. I respected that, what more could you do apart from try? Our club wasn't the best but we had heart and that's all that would ever matter, at least to me. I liked being a part of something - I was team captain - even though I preferred swimming my races alone. Breathing in the fresh sent of Chlorine, I sighed before wondering off to get dressed. I slipped into the shower, removing my bathing suit in exchange for ripped jeans, a tshirt and a leather jacket. Flung my bag over my shoulder. "Hey Demi." I turned to see a Y/H/C haired girl, a smile across her lips. "Can I help you...uh..." "Y/N." She interrupted sharply. "Y/N. What do you want?" Her gaze dropped and she seemed to be fidgeting with her hands. I'm guessing she was nervous. She remained silent, as others left the locker room. "Dude, no offence but I have like places to be so-" "-I wanna ask you something." Rolling my eyes, I dropped my bag on a bench and sat beside it. "Yes?" I asked, looking up at her. "You were really fast today." "Did you hear what coach said? One minute, ten is crap. Not even close to my personal best." She nodded. "Of course I heard but it was still fast. A lot faster than everyone else that's for sure." I looked the girl over once, not thinking much of her. Her comment wasn't helping her case. "Still didn't hear a question." I commented, grabbing my bag again and starting to walk away. "No wait!" Y/N called, grabbing my arm. I frowned instantly yanking away from. "First of all, don't touch me. And second what do you want?" The girl flinched at my voice, clearly taking note of the aggressive tone.  "I-I was just wondering if...if you would consider joining our relay team?"  Instantly, I turned away and resumed my steps. "No." I turned my head back for a moment but she didn't say anything. I may be team captain but I do what I want and I don't do relay.

Breathe. I repeated the word in my head. Just breathe. I stepped onto the starting block, staring out over the crystal water. It was still and perfect. So open. I liked to come by early, practice before anyone else. When it was peaceful. Not have all eyes on me. Not have someone recording my time. Watching my movements. I patted my skin. I dived in. The liquid enveloping me in its cold embrace. It pushed against me..  Arms hitting through the water, my head coming up after each stroke for air. As I reached one end of the pool I twisted, my feet connecting with the wall before pushing off and shooting back. The few moments before surfacing were always my favourite. I felt alone. At peace. Like nothing could get in my way. Coming back to reality, I continued my stroke. As I reached my start point I stopped to pull my googles off. "That was amazing." I looked up to be met by a familiar face. Y/N. I ran my hands over my face. She wore a black one piece. Was she here to swim? I'd never seen her here this early before. "Thanks." "Mind if I join you?" I couldn't exactly say no, even If I wanted to. I didn't own the pool and so I simply shrugged. Sitting on the edge she slipped into the water. "You wanna race or?" The girl shook her head. "There is no way I could win against you, you're the best in this club." I thought back to all the girls on this team. I didn't care for them much despite being in charge of this team. I knew them all vaguely. She turned and gripped the bars on the edge of the pool. Her legs were pulled up and her feet rested against the tiles. Pushing off she shot backwards into the air, diving into the pool. Her form was practically flawless. As she surfaced her arms began cutting through the air past her head then back into the water. Her legs kicking. Her backstroke was good. Her turn was perfect helping her increase in speed - that's usually a crucial moment. Returning to me she stopped and smiled. Pulling off her goggles. Her Y/E/C sparkled in delight. "That was...impressive." I said slowly. "Thanks I'm good at backstroke but everything else I pretty much suck at but that's okay." A silence came between us. I didn't really talk to anyone unless I had to of course so I wasn't sure of what to say. "I'm nothing compared to you though." She eventually said and I just shrugged. "Swim with me." I placed my googles and cap back on, facing the wall and getting into my starting position. I turned my head, a small smile spreading over my lips. "Well?" As I did, Y/N put back on her goggles before turning to face the wall, gripping the bars as she got into the starting position. "On the count of 3. 1....2.....3!" Bouncing of the wall, we propelled through the water. Backstroke wasn't my best stroke but I was still pretty good. There was something calming about simply staring upwards as you swim especially if the pool is outside. The tumble turn always gave me trouble but I still manages to pull ahead based on speed alone. As my hand connected with the tiles I stopped just before she got back. "Told you...you'd...win." She mumbled out between breathes. I couldn't help being fast it wasn't like it was my goal. My goal was just to enjoy myself. To be one with the water, you could say. "Your stroke could use a little work but your form when setting off and on that turn is great." "Thanks, I've been practicing not that it's much use." She pulled her googles off with a smile. "Everyone should be here soon we should probably get out." With her palms firmly at the side, she pulled herself out. I watched her before getting out myself. What did she mean by her comment? Not that it matters? I always assumed one aspect of swimming, especially in a club, was to get better. Improve. I may swim to feel free and alive but I still know that I can always do better which keeps me going. I grabbed my towel, patting myself down as I went for the water bottle I had in my bag. "I can help you out if you like?" I called out quickly. "Huh?" Y/N stopped, turning to me. "I can help with you stroke if you like?" The girl just looked blankly at me for a moment before her face lit up. "Really? Oh my god yes-I mean, if you don't mind." "We can start after practice today if you like? Though it is a long one considering we have regionals coming up so you may be too tired." I explained. "No I can do it, it's fine." Her head shook as she spoke before she disappeared into the locker room. I waited for the rest of the team to filter in as well as the coach before addressing them. "We have a few weeks before our next competition. The board is pretty relaxed so we have some time before our roster has to be in so start thinking about what races you would like to do." I started, pacing in front of them. "That means that the real training starts now. Longer practices, more intense. If you can't handle it now how will you hold up in races? I want you all to push yourselves but don't exceed your limit. Got it? I don't need y'all dying after one day of training. Our club may not be the most prestigious but what have we got?" "Heart!" They all shouted in unison. "Great. Now let's see some of that in action ladies. I want you all to focus on improving your times unless I come to you and state otherwise. Dismissed." They all began preparing and I went to a few individuals to explain what they could be doing better. That left Y/N who stood by the side of the pool. A smile on her face. I made my way over and sighed. "You need to work on your stroke. Kicking those legs as well as arm movements you seem to focus on one without the other." She nodded, her eyes watching a girl swimming butterfly. I turned to watch too. Despite the sloppy stroke she seemed to be ahead of the others and really giving it a go. "That's Danielle, I'd say the best butterfly-er we have even with her loose form, not including you of course but I mean out of everyone else." I looked to the girl beside me then back at the blonde. As Danielle reached the end I went over and gave her some tips before returning to Y/N. "Watch her." The other pointed towards a smallish girl with short black hair. "Her name is Cotton, her favourite stroke is Breast. Quite good at it too." I watched and Y/N didn't lie, the girl was decent. She was in lane one which meant she had to account for the waves splashing from the edge but she was still doing a fairly good job. "Is there a reason you're pointing out certain girls to me?" I questioned and a hint of a smirk came to her. "They're just my friends." I waited for more of an answer but her attention had turned back to the swimmers. "And?" I stated. "And they're the other members of my relay team, we just don't have someone for the hundred meter freestyle." "Oh." I knew she was waiting for me to volunteer but I wasn't going to, like I said I don't swim relay. "There are plenty of girls you could ask, make it quick though. We need to send in our entries soon." "But you're the best freestyle-er. We have no chance with anyone else." I rolled my eyes. "I said no. Now are you gonna practice or just watch all day?" I cocked a brow as I held her gaze. "Fine." The girl grumbled before walking off to prepare herself to race. I couldn't help but keep my eyes on her the rest of practice. Something about her just sparked my interest all of a sudden. When she swam she seemed less focused on times and more on enjoying the water. A lot like me. And as the sun began to set as did our weekend practice. "Hey Demi." "Yeah?" I asked turning only to not be surprised by who I saw. "We still have like an hour, you said you'd help remember?" I hadn't remembered if I was being honest but I played it cool. "I know I'm just going to get something from my locker. Just get in the pool and practice or something, I'll be back." Now having to stick to my word I walked into the locker room, going to my bag, taking a sip of water before going out to practice. This continued every evening over the next two weeks. We'd practice. Hard.

As Friday evening came around I finished putting on my costume before entering the pool room. It was enveloped in darkness. The water was still. She should be here by now. I turned on the lights to see her standing in the middle of the pool. Her head was down. "Y/N?" I called out and she looked up at me, a smile suddenly appearing. "Ready to practice?" She asked which caused me to frown. "What's wrong?" Splashing though, she made her way over to the edge. "Nothing." "Didn't seem like nothing." I walked over, sitting on the starting block. "I said it was nothing. Can we just practice?" She popped on her googles and waited, gripping the bar. Silently she just waited. I got into the water and we practiced. Usually Y/N would be chatting away, getting distracted and talking my ear off. But today was different. She was a lot quieter. I watched her swim and she had really improved. And as practice draw closer to an end I knew I should speak up. "Wait." I called as she attempted to get out. Dropping back down, Y/N looked at me. "Seriously what's wrong?" "Nothing. Just...tired." She sighed. I didn't believe her but I also didn't want to push. "Did you sign up for any races?" "Hundred meter backstroke." The girl nodded. "Is that it? All this practice for nothing?" "Well my strong suit isn't speed so there is no point in signing up for fifty is there?" My first thought was about the relay, she had harassed me about it all week. Dropping little hints. Casually mentioning how good of a team we would be. We'd also worked on all her other strokes but I couldn't make her sign up for more. "I think you'd have a shot. Coach isn't sending in the form till tomorrow if you wanna sign up." Y/N took a deep breathe. "No thanks." It was strange to see her so...still. Her normally perky attitude completely erased. "And the relay?" Her eyes met mine, giving me a look as if I should already know the answer. "We didn't have someone for freestyle, remember?" At this point she had given up on talking to me and was half way out of the room. As her footsteps echoed throughout the place, I hesitated. "I could have put someone on your team if you had asked." I pulled myself out, watching as she continued. "We didn't want just anyone. We wanted you." She stated before disappearing. I sat on the edge of the pool just staring out. Legs swishing through the cool liquid. I felt bad. Was this why she was so upset? Because I wouldn't join her stupid relay team or was it something else? I don't see why it was such a big deal. They're are other swimmers who could have done it, they may not have my speed but they still could have competed. Y/N had just made a childish decision obviously. I'd been thinking a lot about the relay. It was a team medley meaning each person did one stroke. You had to work as a team to win. If one person messes up, everyone does and I didn't want to be responsible for that. I didn't want someone else to do it and screw everything up for us. That's not what swimming is about. It's about swimming your own race. Not caring about anything other than enjoying yourself. But for Y/N this seemed so important.  Part of me wanted to just swim until I had an answer but the other already knew what I should do.  I'd really warmed up to Y/N with all this extra practice. Her playful nature was something I was learning to like instead of despise. Not to mention she fed my ego. But did I really wanna held myself accountable of ruining a race for someone else. No. I don't swim relay but this girl was starting to make me question that. I mean if it meant so much.

I don't swim relay...but maybe I should?