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      Week one of Demi and I trying this out. It was new; it was different. I've always knew I was bi, but I've never actually gotten the chance to dat a girl. It was always a guy. Probably the reason they were always guys was because I never told anybody. I only kept it to myself. Society judges you for everything. Black, white, rich or poor, you're going to be judged. Straight, bisexual, gay, pansexual, you're judged. That's the way society works. That's why I kept everything to myself. Absolutely everything. It didn't matter to anyone else anyways.

      "Megan," Demi whined, her voice ringing throughout the hotel room.

     My eyes fluttered open before fixing on Demi's pout that was written all over her face. "You're falling asleep. We could just turn the show off and go to bed."

      I shook my head, letting my eye lids slid closed again. We were watching the ID channel that Demi begged me to watch with er. We were sat on opposites sides of the bed, with an almost empty bowl of popcorn in the middle of us. We weren't at the stage to cuddle or have a little intimacy, just yet. That'll come soon, if we even get that far. It's only been a week, and we've already came up with pet names for each other. I was Maggie, and she DemDem. 

     "Megs," I allowed my eyes to slip open as I noticed the room was now completely dark, indicating that she had turned the TV off. "You're tired. Go to bed." 

      I let go of a sigh, letting my eyes close once again before I pulled the warm fuzzy blankets up closer to my neck. "Goodnight." I said simply, before feeling my body completely relax as I fell into a deep sleep.

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       "No, okay?" The words slipped out of my mouth, letting my eyes roll before I crossed my arms over my chest. 

     "Why?" Demi argued back while digging through her suitcase, pulling out shirts that weren't folded and folding them neatly, before putting them back in.

       "Because, I'm not ready for that yet! Demi, it's been a week. A week. We're not even official yet. We're just trying this thing out, that doesn't mean we're offical. Maybe once we know that we both want this and that we're both ready, then yes, maybe. But, now, no. It's for the best, alright? Now, stop questioning it." Demi stopped what she doing to look up at me. She sucked in her bottom lip, her teeth chewing gently on the soft skin. I let out a breath as I shook my head before collasping back on the bed. "Nevermind, you obviously don't get it."

      From the corner of my eyes, I watched Demi jump to her feet before she sat down next to me. The bed sunk beside me as her hands grabbed onto mine. I let my eyes glance up at her, my blue eyes locking with her dark ones. 

      "No, I do get it, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have rushed you. If you're not ready to tell anyone, then we won't. We'll continue acting like friends, if that's fine with you." Her voice was soft, softer than I have ever heard it. By the look in her eyes and how soft her voice was, I knew she was being serious. 

    "Absolutely no one," I said sternly, the grip on her hands tightening. "Not even your family or friends. All they need to think is that we're friends. Just friends." Demi nodded, a smile spreading creeping on her face before she let out a sigh. 

     "Deal. Absolutely no one." Her grip loosened as she stood up and went back to what she was doing in her suitcase. Standing up, I walked over to my own and dug through it to look for a shirt to wear. 

    She was still touring, and she invited me to tag along with her and her crew. I'd give me an opportunity to get to know everyone. I haven't met any members of her family yet. I've met Marissa and Natalie before, but, we've never actually gotten a chance to know each other yet. All it was, was them introducing themselves to me, and I did the same. Then the conversation just kind of ended and they went off to do their own thing. I get to know what it's like life on the road. I've always imagined what it's like touring. I always wanted to know how exhausting or fun it might be. And now this was my chance to figure this all out.

     "Demz, can I borrow one of your shirts, I didn't pack myself enough." I stood up and looked down at her, which she was sitting on the floor in front of her suit case, holding her phone in her hand. I watched her nod to herself before pulling out any random shirt and tossing it to me.

    "Don't ruin it, it's my favorite sweater." I slipped the shirt over my body, and noticed how baggy and big it was for me. It was baggy and big for Demi, but it was obviously much bigger for me, because I am younger and way shorter than her. I'm only about two inches shorter than her, it wasn't buy much, but it made a difference. 

    "Don't worry, I won't." I chuckled before pulling out a pair of my jeans. I slipped off my pajama bottoms, and quickly slid the jeans on. "I've been meaning to go shopping, but I've never had the time to." 

      I stood in front of the mirror and fixed my hair, trying to figure out what I should do with it today. My eyes landed on Demi's reflection in the mirror, as she still sat on the floor in front of her suitcase. She was watching me, my every move. I could see the gears in her head turning before a wide smile spread across her face. She shot up off the floor and grabbed my hand, pulling my over to the bed. 

    "I want to do something with your hair, sit." She sat on the bed and I sat down on the flor, between her legs. I felt her small hands grab a hold of my hair and gently ran her fingers through it.

    "What are you going to do with it?" I asked quietly, feeling her do weird things with it. 

     "You'll see. Just be patient." I smiled and let her small fingers weave through my strands of hair. 

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     After waiting a few minutes, Demi's hands finally finished what they were doing, before she let go of my hair. "Done! Go see."

     I stood up and stood in front of the mirror, looking at what she might have done to it. It was neatly braided and pushed off to the side. It was better braid that I could do. I've been practicing braiding for years, and I'm not getting any better at it. 

   "Oh my gosh, it's so amazing. I can't even do braids." I smiled at my reflection, watching Demi walk up behind me through the mirror. 

    "Maybe I'll teach you someday." She grinned down at me, making my eyes look up at her. My eyes scanned her face, looking at every single detail. The way her hair fell naturally and the way it framed her face. The bald spot on the left side of her head that she shaved. The freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose when she wasn't wearing any makeup. The way her chocolate hues lit up when she was excited or was talking about something she enjoyed. She was so beautiful, and it made me want to look just like her. 

      My eyes traveled down to her lips. Her perfect plump lips that just look so kissable, but I'd be far to nervous to actually take the first move. My eyes quickly glanced back up to her eyes and then back down to her lips. Without realizing, I started leaning forward before my nerves got the best of me, making me pull away. Disappointment flushed through Demi's face as my breath hitched in my throat. I just wasn't ready, and I wasn't sure when I was going to be. Maybe never, who knows.

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Chapter 2 is complete, and I'd like to know what you guys think of it. Should I keep going or?

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