Demi's POV:
I log into my twitter account with a smile on my face since I'm feeling pretty happy due to Wilmer coming over tonight.
But this smile fades away as soon as I see Wilmer's last tweet.
Once again, he's tweeting about that Skyler Grey chick. I'm so sick of that.
I don't use to be a jealous girlfriend but I can't with this girl.
I throw my phone on the couch and go to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for Wilmer.
The door bell goes and I open the door.
"Hey babe" He says with a smile and pecks my lips.
"Hey" I reply as he enters my apartment.
"So... You want me to prepare dinner? You know... Since you're not a great cook" He chuckles.
"Oh... Yeah, you should cook... Or... You know what? Maybe you should call Skyler Grey... Perhaps she's an amazing cook besides being the best singer on earth"
"Excuse me? What the heck are you talking about, Demi?" He seems confused.
"Oh... Nothing, nothing" I laugh sarcastically.
"Umm... Okay..." He walks to the kitchen. I follow him. "So... what do you feel like eating?"
"I don't know... Whatever you like"
Wilmer smiled and started to cook while I set up the table.
When he finishes cooking, we start eating. It's delicious.
"Wilmer, this tastes amazing" I say. He smiles at me. "Thanks babe"
"So... Do you think Skyler is a better singer than I am?" I directly asked him since it was driving me insane.
"What? Demi, what is wrong with you and Skyler?"
"Nothing. Just answer my question"
He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.
"You're both amazing singers. I can't say who's better. You girls are both really talented"
I chuckle at his reply.
"Well... Since you tweet way more about her music than you do about mine... I think you like her voice better"
He stopped eating and looked into my eyes.
"Demi... That doesn't mean anything"
"It does for me. And when they ask you about me in interviews, you only fucking talk about my struggles! I can't cope with that anymore! You're like the rest! I don't want people to remember me for my struggles but for my damn music!" I yell as I stand up from the table.
"And I'm just sick of it... Sorry" I calm down and leave the kitchen with the tears in my eyes. I go upstairs and to my room.
Like ten minutes later, Wilmer comes into the room.
"Babe... Are you okay?" He asks.
I am currently on my bed with the covers on my body.
"Yeah... Sorry about before"
"No, hermosa, it's okay..." He crawls on the bed and gets under the covers after removing his shirt and pants.
I snuggle into his chest. He wraps his arms around me.
"You're right, nena, I should talk more about your music. You're really talented... But I do not talk more about Skyler because I think she has more talent... I do talk more about her because she's a friend and she's not really famous yet and... I'm only trying to make people hear about her... And you, nena, you're already famous and you have lots of fans so you don't need me to talk about your music because everyone knows how good it is, you understand?"
I nod my head and peck his lips.
"I love you, you're the best... Sorry for misunderstanding."
"It's okay, baby girl"
He presses his lips lightly against mine, kissing me.
