Demi Imagines 3.0

Something Nice

You're at home...

You hear the doorbell ring, and you get up to answer it. You're not expecting anyone today, so you're unsure of who it is until you throw open the door. Your heart drops slightly when you see your friend, Jessica. You'd started out liking her until you realized you really have nothing in common. You have feelings for someone else now, and there's a slight edge of guilt that you still hold.

"Hey," you say.

"Hey," she says, and you chew your lip.

"What do you want?" you ask, and she shrugs.

"I needed to see you," she says, and you look at her, trying to figure out why exactly she would need to see you.

"Why?" you question, and she gestures inside your home.

"Can I come in?" she asks, and you nod. She steps inside and starts toward the living room. You don't even say anything and she just goes in there.

You let out a breath and close the door before following her. You can smell her familiar scent; you used to love it, but now you can't stand it. You don't know what it is, but your feelings for her faded as quickly as they developed. You feel nothing for her anymore, and if anything, you feel a slight dislike toward her. You can't figure out exactly why, but you know it's there.

"Come sit with me," she says, patting the spot beside her.

"Look, Jessica," you start, but she suddenly puts a hand on your thigh. "The fuck?" you sputter, pulling away from her.

"What is it?" she asks, touching your arm.

"Stop."

"I'm not doing anything," she replies, leaning into you. You stand up abruptly.

"Stop," you repeat. "You're making me uncomfortable."

"It's because it's me, isn't it?" she asks. It is, but you can't tell her that.

"No," you lie.

"We're dating. I don't see how I can make you uncomfortable," she says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why the fuck do you think we're dating?" you ask incredulously. You'd gone out with her a grand total of two times. The two of you are certainly not dating, and even during those two outings, you never even held hands or did anything even remotely date-like.

"You think we're not dating?" she asks, standing up. She looks almost mad at you, and you can't understand how she can barge in here, do this, and then get mad at you.

"We aren't dating. Look, Jessica, we're friends—" you start, but she cuts you off.

"You know what? Fuck you. I can't believe you've been playing me all this time. There's someone else, isn't there?" she asks. She gives you no time to even respond. "Fuck you. I never want to see you again."

She pushes past you and leaves. Just like that, she leaves your home and probably your life, too. You don't understand what just happened, but you feel bad. You feel uncomfortable and just flat out bad. You don't know why this had to happen. It should have been easy. But maybe that's just life.

———

The next day at school, you see her; of course you do. You can't go without seeing her since you have classes together. Only you see Demi first.

"Hey Demi," you call, and she sees you. She grins and comes over to you. 

"Hey," she says, and you open your arms. She immediately hugs you, and you let out a soft breath.

"You okay?"

"I think so," you reply. She makes you feel safe. You don't know what it is about her, but she just takes away all of your worries, and you simply feel safe.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks as she pulls away. You leave your arms around each other as you look into one another's eyes. Her brown eyes are sparkling brightly.

"Yeah," you say softly. You can feel the air change around the two of you. You're having a moment, and by the look on her face, she's feeling it too. You can feel your face flush slightly, but you don't dare look away from her eyes.

You're leaning in at the same moment, and then suddenly, you're just kissing. You feel her soft lips against yours, and you feel as though the breath has been taken out of you. You lean into her slightly; she tastes sweet and slightly spicy. It's even better than you could have ever imagined.

You feels too soon when you pull apart, but the air is the same around the two of you.

"What was that?" you ask softly.

"It was something nice; that's what it was," she replies, a smile playing on her lips.

And that's good enough for you. You have a feeling this is going to work. All thoughts of Jessica are pushed aside; that doesn't matter anymore.

A/N

I'm sorry I'm so shit at updating (and also writing like wow this was absolute shit)

I'm like...I'm actually pretty happy right now but I'm a little scared of acknowledging it through my writing because words are permanent but people aren't

Anyway