Demi Imagines

Simple Yet Chic

You're texting one of your friends...

You: Kell omg did you see Demi today?
Kell: hurry up and just ask her out already
Kell: bitch you're being annoying
You: I object to that
You: imagine me dramatically flipping my hair right there
Kell: mhmm
You: don't "mhmm" me I mhmm you bitch
Kell: mhmm

You let out a sigh and lie back on your bed, closing the app and locking your phone. You start thinking about Demi. She was wearing a new dress today. It was black and orange—simple yet chic. It accentuated her beautiful curves, and you found yourself staring at her. Your eyes met a few times, and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you replay each time.
You pick up your phone before texting Kell again.

You: Oh my god I think I'm in love with her
Kell: Who?
You: wtf Kell don't play dumb
You: Demi
Kell: you're in love with me?
You: wait what

You look at the screen again before realizing it's not Kell that you're texting.
"Oh shit," you gasp, your cheeks flushing.

Demi: checked who you're texting yet?
You: yes
Demi: so?
You: so?
Demi: are you going to ask me out or what?
You: what
You: I mean
You: what
Demi: you're cute
Demi: hey I like you, too
You: you do?
Demi: yeah, we should totally go out sometime
You: really?
Demi: hey tell you what
Demi: I'll go to your house now

You feel the color drain from your face. You're not dressed properly. You've taken off your makeup. You're not ready.

You: wait I'm not dressed properly or anything
Demi: me neither
Demi: be there in ten xx

"Oh my god," you groan, locking your phone and putting it on your desk before pulling at your hair in agitation. "What do I do?"
You run over to your closet, trying to find something to wear. In your panicked state, you can barely think straight, let alone find something suitable to wear.
It definitely doesn't feel like ten minutes later when she knocks on the door. You shriek in surprise, and you hear your mom answer the door.
"Hi there!"
"I'm Demi. One of y/n's friends."
Even just the sound of her voice makes you melt.
"She's upstairs," your mother says. "Stay for dinner?"
"I'd love to!" Demi replies, and you hear them exchange a few more words, although you're not really listening anymore. You glare at your reflection and try to fix your hair. Your face is completely makeup-free, and you curse yourself for not staying in your school clothes and makeup.
"Y/n?" Demi knocks on your door, and you yelp.
"Come in," you finally stammer, your heart practically beating out of your chest.
"Hey," she says as she opens the door. A huge smile is on her face, and you notice that she doesn't have on any makeup, either. Yet, she still looks absolutely breathtaking. Her black hair is pulled into a messy bun, and she's wearing yoga pants and a tank top.
"I was doing some yoga," she explains when she sees you staring at her clothes. In reality, you were just admiring her legs and how fucking amazing they look.
"Oh," you reply lamely, your cheeks heating up.
"So," she says as she closes the door. She casually sits down on the edge of your bed, and your heart just about stops.
"So."
"You look gorgeous without makeup," she says after a moment, giving you a smile.
"Thanks," you giggle. "You, too."
"Have you always had a thing for me?" she asks. "Come sit with me," she says, patting the spot beside her.
You gingerly move over to her side, sitting on your bed. You can feel her body heat, and you bite your lip.
"Yeah," you finally say. "I've liked you for a while."
"Well, I've liked you for a while, too. Did you know that?"
You meet her brown eyes, and your eyes flicker to her lips. You shake your head wordlessly, a small smile forming on your face.
"You're beautiful," she whispers, making your heart beat even faster. She leans in slightly, her hand moving to your knee. Her touch sends a spark through you, and your breath hitches. She moves closer and closer until her face is mere inches from yours. "Can I kiss you?" Her breath is warm against your lips, and you nod slightly, too stunned to reply.
Her warm lips meet yours, and you feel like you can melt into her. You move one hand to cup her face gently, brushing a loose strand of her hair back. You feel her smile against you, and your cheeks flush.
"I'm so happy you accidentally texted me," she mumbles against your lips, and you giggle.
Suddenly, you're pretty happy about it, too.

A/N
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