Demi Imagines

Train Part 2

You're talking to the girl from the train...

"I knew you'd call," she comments as soon as she picks up.
"Did you, now?" you counter, a smile playing on your lips.
"Mhmm."
"You want to meet sometime?" you ask, and when she doesn't respond immediately, you start to panic internally. Did you say the wrong thing?
But then, she answers, "That would be nice." You can hear her smiling. "I'm Demi, by the way."
"Y/n," you reply, feeling relieved. "Where do you live?"
"You trying to come see me at my house?" she jokes, and you laugh. "Yeah, I live near Maple station," she says.
"That's only three stations from where I live," you respond.
"Want to meet in the middle? At Amber station? They have this nice café there."
"That would be nice," you say, and she laughs lightly.
"Shall we meet in, say, twenty minutes?" she suggests.
"Yeah. Sounds good," you say.
"Bye." She's smiling again.
"Bye."

———

You're nervous, to say the least. You walk inside the café, and you can see Demi there already. She's sitting in a booth, and her eyes meet yours.
"Hey," she calls, waving slightly. You wave back and go over to her.
Your heart is beating rapidly as you sit down across from her in the small booth.
"How are you?" she asks, and you smile at her.
"Nervous," you admit, and she chuckles.
"Don't be," she says, brushing her dark hair over her shoulder. "Here," she says, pushing a glass toward you. You hadn't even noticed that there'd been two glasses in front of her. "I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got tea."
"Oh, that's great. Thank you." You take a sip of the tea.
"You're welcome," she replies, smiling slightly.
She's so beautiful. She's not wearing much makeup, but she's still the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.
"So, tell me about yourself," she says, leaning forward on her elbows.

———

"Demi!" you yell from your shared bedroom.
"What?" she yells back.
"You took my shirt again!" you shout, and you can hear her come upstairs.
"I mean, it's comfortable," she says as she comes into the room.
"Oh shut up and come here," you laugh, opening your arms. She smirks and throws her arms around you before pressing her lips to yours. She smells like vanilla, just like you'd imagined that day on the train. Only there's a hint of lavender, too. You've grown to associate those scents with her. Her dark hair is so soft. You tangle your hands in it, tugging gently and eliciting a moan from her.
"I love you so much," she mumbles, and you pull away slightly.
Pressing your forehead to hers, you smile as you reply, "I love you more."
Three years after the day on the train—you're here. And then two years from now—you're going to be married. Talk about fate. Oh, and you got her cat. Many times.

A/N
YoU gOT hEr CaT
MAnY tiMeS
anyway
I've been writing this other book (it's hetero™ tho) and oh my godddddd
It's based on this dream I had about Patrick Dempsey (oops) IDEK WHY LIKE I DONT EVEN SEE HIM MUCH??? So now we got a story coming