Fly With Me- Chapter 11
Demi's POV
My phone began buzzing next to me in my bed. I remembered talking to Joe last night. I had said 'night' to him but he told me he'd stay on the line and I told him I wanted him to. He would randomly check to see if I was awake. I remember him humming, or was he singing? I don't know but it was beautiful. My still buzzing phone brought me back to the present. I groaned and mumbled, "Hello?"
"Good morning,"
"Joe, why?" I whined at him.
"Well, I had to make sure you're up and I wanted to make sure you're okay," he said turning serious.
"It's 5am, how can I be okay?!" I exclaimed rather effortlessly.
"You know what I mean," he said.
I sighed. "I have no more tears or sadness for him. It's all kind of anger now," I retorted.
"Whoa, okay, I just might not sit next to you in the car," says Joe.
I snorted at him.
"We'll be there in an hour. Get up and moving," he tried to motivate me. I was too far buried in my blankets and fluffy duvet to get up. I groaned.
"Don't make me come over there," Joe threatened.
"Well, that would be someone to drag me out of bed," I replied.
"Dem, I mean it," he said seriously.
"Okay, okay," I dragged my own butt out of bed. "I'm up,"
"Good, see you in an hour," he sang then hung up.
I groaned and went into my bathroom to take a shower.
Joe's POV
We had picked up Miley along the way to Demi's. Nick and Kevin were in the middle and Miley was in the back next to me. We were all kind of silent.
"Well," Miley sighed. "This is awkward," I wasn't mad at her but it was her brother that broke Demi's heart.
Nick and Kevin knew how wretched Demi was feeling. Though, I was the one who sat with her through all the tears. I couldn't bear seeing her like that.
"Guys, it's not my fault for what Trace did to Demi," Miley said helplessly.
I sighed. "We know. But it's just, Demi's like our sister and we're all so angry at Trace," I balled my hands into tight fists on my lap.
"But it's his fault! Not mine. Don't be mad at me," Miley raised her voice a little.
"We're not mad at you, just mad for what your brother did," Nick explained. "We could never be mad at you, Miles."
Miley smiled triumphantly. "Thanks," she said.
We pulled into Demi's driveway. "I'll get her," I volunteered.
Kevin hopped out and pushed his seat foreword so I could get out. I went up to her door and let myself in.
"Demi?" I called for her.
"In the kitchen," I heard her yell back.
I walked into the kitchen to see her just sitting at the table. She was wearing cotton shorts and my shirt from yesterday.
"Are you wearing that?" I asked, confused. She shook her head. "Did you have breakfast?"
"Not hungry," she said simply.
"Dem, you should eat something," I said.
"No, I'm all set," Demi stood up.
"You should get changed, we're waiting," I gestured out front. Demi nodded and shuffled up the stairs. I followed her to make sure she didn't collapse or spontaneously combust or something. She went into her room and went over to her bed. I grabbed her shoulders before she could flop down on it.
"You can sleep in the car. Get dressed," I turned her in the direction of her huge walk-in closet.
She went over and I followed and leaned in the doorway to the closet. Demi looked around.
"What should I wear?" she brushed her fingers along some leather pants.
"Sweatpants for all I care. You'll be changing when you get there," I shrugged. I was in some jeans and a pull over hoodie.
Demi opened a drawer then turned toward me.
"Turn around," she said.
"Demi, I've see you in your-" she cut me off.
"I have to change my bra and underwear. Just turn around," she whined at me. I chuckled and turned around to face her room.
Her room was big and open and light. The sun rises to shine in her window. But what impresses me most is her bed. It's the comfiest bed I've ever slept on in the world. Including hotel beds. And yes, I've slept on it. We're best friends for crying out loud. Our parents trust nothing happens since we are such good friends. We're closer than normal best friends.
"Okay, you can turn around," Demi said from behind me.
I turned around and froze. Speaking of close friends.
My breath hitched in my throat like it always did when I saw her in her underwear, which wasn't often but a few times. Again, we're best friends. She's seen me in my boxers; I've seen her in her underwear. Plus, it's just like a bathing suit, right?
My eyes followed Demi as she pulled on some gray capri baggy sweatpants that cinched around her calves. She grabbed a white fitted tank top and pulled it on. Gosh, her body was beautiful. Demi grabbed a navy blue zip up sweatshirt and pulled it on leaving it unzipped. She slipped on some flip flops and smiled up at me.
Whoa, shocker huh? Close friends, hmm?? Does anyone think thats weird?? Cuz I dont really. Comment. Chp 12!
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They are real close friends! LOVED IT! ♥
Twilight0304 2 years ago
GAH! It took me FOREVER like 5 times to get all the quotation marks in!!!
nvbrox16 2 years ago