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Demis POV:
I waited, anxious, for him to reply. "Doesn't everybody?"
"Well, yeah I guess. But death is coming sooner for me." I replied.
"Demi, are you scared?"
"...yeah." He was the first person I have ever told. I usually put on a brave and optimistic face. As we sat next to each other on the bench he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a side hug.
"For if you ever need me." He said in a soothing tone, pulling a pen from his pocket and writing his number in my palm. He told me he had to go and we parted ways. Five minutes later I found myself still standing there, staring at my palm.
Joes POV:
I snuck a peek at Demi before turning the corner, she was still there. I ran for the door and left the hospital, leaving my mother in the waiting room.
[Later that night]
Demis POV:
"I really want to call him." I announced to my Miley and Selena as I grabbed a handful of popcorn.
"Then call him, hun." Selena replied.
"What? Are you shitting me? Don't call him, make him come to you."
"Miley. He doesnt have my number."
"So? He can yellow page you. Or he can Google you." Miley said throwing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in her mouth perfectly.
"That sounds dirty." I laughed.
"When are you going to tell us who HE is?!" Selena asked, getting excited.
"Okay. Okay. I'll tell you. But you can't laugh, and I don't understand how we never noticed how cute he is."
"We know him? Who is it?" Miley said.
"Joseph. Joe Jonas."
"Wait who? Oh, what the hell Demi?!?!" Miley yelled as Selena choked on a piece of popcorn.
"As in my BOYFRIENDs brother, Joe? As in the loser Joe? The one who eats his own hair." Miley said pulling a face.
"What? No, he doesn't. That was just some dumb rumor starting by some dumb—"
"Miley" Selena said giggling.
"Miley! You're such a bitch!" I said throwing some popcorn at her.
We all began to laugh until my mother walked in.
"Sorry girls, time to go. Demetria needs some sleep."
"Mmmmmoooommmm!"
"Ms. Lllloovvvatttoooo!"
"Goodbye girls," My mom smiled.
When they left I started to feel really tired and it was only 7, but I went to bed anyways.
I dreamt of Joseph.
Joes POV:
"Joe, why the fuck is my gray shirt in your drawer?!" Nick yelled to me yanking everything from my dresser.
"I don't know, Loretta must have put it in there." I said casually.
"Loretta? Loretta?! Call her by her fucking job, shes the maid Joe!"
"Wow, you're nice." I replied. He grabbed my favorite baseball from a shelf and threw it at me, hitting me straight in the eye. "Fuck! Nicholas, what the hell?!" I brought my hand to my face as I got up, getting ready to clock him. But I hate fighting so I dropped my hand and turned towards my bed.
"Aw, is Joey scared? Is he gonna cry like a little baby?"
That set me off; I turned around fast and tackled him to the ground. He fought me back, punching me where the baseball hit. "Aw, Joey!" After about five minutes he finally left my room, leaving me half conscious on my bedroom floor. I eventually got up to shower and wipe the blood off my face. I went to sleep hoping for something better.
I dreamt of Demi.
To be continued...
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Geez. Nick is a dick. Haha.
ziggycez 2 years ago
haha he sure is, and that rhymed!
bmblebee3 2 years ago
love it :)
miyaa7 2 years ago
thanks :D
bmblebee3 2 years ago