DemiSexual

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        I slowly open my eyes to a young woman pouting in front of me. I don't know what to do, so I just stare at her.

"I think I got carried away." She says.

"No you didn't. I shouldn't have said what I said last night. It's just what I felt."

"And I respect that. I just didn't know how to handle the situation at the time." I watch her lick her lips and smile.

"I just had these really good pancakes made by yours truly and I think you should try them." One may ask, is it even possible to hate someone like this? The answer is no. It is not possible. Not even when we were children. I couldn't find one thing I hated about Demi. There were certain customs I had to adjust to but it wasn't anything major to the point where I would completely hate her.

     She moves back to give me space and I sit up in bed. I scratch my head and avoid yawning directly in her face, knowing that I have morning breath. She stands up waiting for my little wake up number to end and I take her hand.

"Let's forget about last night. We were just cranky and tired. Come on, I have freshly made orange juice in the kitchen."

     Sometimes I wonder what goes on in her mind. I wonder what she is thinking. Then I have the sudden urge to deeply stare in her direction as if I would get the answers I wanted. I think she tries to do the same thing with me. I am not very social but when I'm around her, I act like Chels. Chels is my alter ego. Someone completely opposite from me. I channel Chels whenever something awkward or bad is about to happen. It's not as original as Beyonce's alter ego name, Sasha Fierce, or as spunky as Miley Cyrus' alter ego, Hannah Montana. I just wanted something to cover up my sad excuse of a personality.

       I block out the sun, protecting myself from its violent rays, as if I was its only target. I squint and see Demi accepting the light like some kind of angel. It made me smile. We go into the kitchen and the air is filled with scents of pancakes, syrup, eggs and whipped cream. I had completely forgotten how hungry I was. I remember going straight to sleep without eating any dinner and I wondered if Demi had done the same thing.

"You look like you have an awful lot on your mind." Demi says.

"No. I'm just taking in the breakfast. You made all of this?"

"Yeah. I felt bad about last night and thought I should make it up to you." Things happened differently when I was around Demi. My whole life went from boring, same cycle routine to action packed movie. Of course I never wanted her to know how big of a transition it was for me; I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Ready to eat?"

"Yes please." I say. She hands me a plate filled with eggs, raspberries and pancakes topped off with syrup and whipped cream. We eat until we cannot eat anymore. I hear a knock on the door and look at Demi. Demi sets her fork down on her plate and gets up to answer the door.

"Who is it?" She asks.

"It's me." A deep male voice answered. She opens the door and Max enters wearing a very manly onesie. With every step he takes, Demi can't help it but laugh and I chuckle myself watching him strut his stuff.

"I know, I know. I look amazing.". After the laughing came to a halt, Max frowned at Demi.

"Demi, I know you and Chelsea have plans to hang out but Seventeen Magazine wants a photoshoot with you."

"Well tell them I send my deepest apologies and I can't make it." Demi replies.

"I don't mind staying here." I reply.

"I'm not leaving you here. Besides, I had a lot planned for us today." I watch Max nod his head and replying to the people on the phone.

"Chelsea, would you like to go to the shoot with Demi?" Max asks.

"Great idea. You want to?" Demi asks. I nod and she smiles wide.

"This is going to be great."