A failed swimmer and an expert swimmer.
Would be a great match.
However that failed swimmer's bully is the expert swimmer.
And she needs his help.
Ain't that great?
I need some forms of happy moments before my life flashes before my eyes.
I sigh. "Who's going to deaths doorstep right now?" I mumble plotting next to Demi as she chomps her face in a plateful of cookies.
She smiles. "YOU ARE, YOU ARE" Demi shouts with cookies spitting out from her mouth causing me to laugh.
I shake my head amused. "Yup" I groan and walk to my closet trying to pick a swimming costume to wear for Justin.
Well not for him, but I mean something that's appropriate.
I bite my life as I skim through my closet.
"Ooh, where the pink bikini at, makes your boobs looks bigger" Demi gushes pointing at my pink bikini and I take it out of my closet confused.
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I look at her in disgust and shake my head causing her to do her puppy eyes.
She knew I didn't want to make Justin look at my chest at all.
But I kind of liked this bikini and I know Demi will force me anyway so what the heck.
I bite my lip. "Fine, but I swear If Justin looks at me in a perverted way, I will punch you" I warn her and she nods, clapping her hands like a puppy causing me to giggle.
I quickly wear the bikini with blue booty shorts with a white crop top tying my hair up in a ponytail.
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I look at Demi. "Call me if the devils tries to make a move on you" Demi smiles hugging me and I smile, hugging her back.
Don't worry I'll punch him even if he doesn't make a move.
