Episode Two.
(Joe's POV)
A smile spreads across her face. Her beauty glows even more in person. I walk away right after I give her a quick and subtle wink. The phone rings and Nick offers to answer it as he makes his way towards the phone. Demi on the other hand walks across the kitchen and to the sink as if she lived here, herself. So graceful. The faucet flicks on and she washes her hands, asking Nick's mom if she could do anything to help. Dad argues.
JD:What guest helps serve the food?
Demi:*turns* It's fine, Kevin. I always cook.
NM:*laughs* It's true, honey. Nick brings her home and when I come home? It's like a diner.
JD:Ah, well thats something I'll have to look forward to.
NM:Mhmm. Here, why don't you finish cutting these, Dems? I need to get something from the grocery store.
JD:You think you'll need me?
NM:Sure. *wiping her hands*
JD:*gets up* Okay then. Why don't you help Demi out, Joe?
Joe:Yeah. Sure.
So, she's a cook and she has a nickname. Dems. I like that. The front door shuts and dad and Denise leave. I glance at Demi who is chopping away on the cutting board.
Joe:Colonary arts too?
Demi:*watches him get a cutting board out along with another knife* Nah. I just watch a lot of cooking shows.
Joe:Well you seem like a pro.
I make her blush again and it only makes me smile. I reach over and set the potatoes on the cutting board. I start cutting. Her hair drapes along one of her shoulders, revealing her neck. Her eyes are fixed on her cutting. I was pretty glad, cause then she wouldn't notice I was staring at her. I press down on my knife and look down only to find that I didn't cut the carrot. I sliced my finger. But before I can even react a rag is placed over my pulsing finger as a hand wraps around it. It was Demi's hand.
Demi:You should sit down.
Joe:*overlaps his hand over hers, adding more pressure; he winces at the pain*
Demi:Here.. *removes her hand, trying her best not to hurt him even more* Just sit and I'll get the first aid kit.
Joe:*walks over to a chair, he almost trips on his own feet, bumping one of them on the chair before he sits in it* Damn.
My hand squeezes on my finger and I bite down at my lip. I look at Demi who is already looking into a cabinet like she owned the place again. Its like she knew every inch of the house. She tip toes a little causing her shirt to lift a few inches. Part of her lower back is visible now and I can't help but stare. Nick soon appears at the doorway and Demi turns immediately.
Demi:No. You stay there.
Nick:*has his nose wrinkled in disgust, looking slightly sick* What happened?
Demi:*begins walking over to Joe again* Just stay before you make a mess, Nicky.
Demi pulls out a chair beside me, placing the aid kit on the table. I glance at Nick and he looks like he's about to hurl. He makes his way from us, power walking. Demi removes the bloody rag and begins treating my cut.
Joe:What's wrong with Nick?
Demi:Try not to hit me, this might sting a little.
She runs a cotton ball along my index finger, putting pressure on it. Honestly, I wanted to shover her off. That stung like hell. I just kept my feet on the ground as my unwounded hand lays on my knee, my nails digging into it. I wince a few times as she tried removing the blood. Was it that long? It felt like she was wiping my whole finger. After a few mintues that felt like a few hours, I hear her giggle. Must of been my expression.
Joe:*finally looks at her* What?
Demi:*lessens her smile so she's only smiling with her lips* Nothing. Maybe you should just wait here with Nick while I do the cooking.
Joe:Is he even okay?
Demi:*lets out a slight laugh* Yeah. Nick's just nauseous around anything bloody. *gets up, to clean up the carrots Joe bled on*
Joe:Oh.
Demi:Part of the reason why he brings me home to cook for him when Denise is at work. *throws the carrots and bloody napkins in the trash* Once, when he helped me, he cut himself too. He's been such a chicken eversince.
Joe:*smiles* Well, at least we have something in common.
Nick walks in.
Nick:*touches Joe's shoulder* House rule number one, dude. Leave the cooking to Demi.
Joe:*chuckles* Right.
Demi:*smiles at them before she goes back to cutting* Who called?
Nick:Just Stella. She forgot to ask for your notes.
Demi:Oh, right. They're in my room. Wanna go get them?
Nick:I'll get them after dinner. We can drop them off at her place after that.
Joe:*looks at him* She has a room here?
Nick:Yup. Well, kinda. It used to be your room but then we put her stuff in the guest room. Dems, sleeps over with Stella every once in a while.
[[After Dinner]]
Nick invited Joe to come with them so he coulds see what LA was like and now they're driving to Stella's house. And after they drop of Demi's homework, they head for a Starbucks.
PS: Thank you so much for your comments. There were so much! :) Hopefully you'll comment like that on this episode again.
Nick And Demi Are Sister And Brother.....
Is Nick older..........
lunaxmoona 2 years ago
Umm, Nick and Demi are bestfriends.
Nick and Joe are the STEPbrothers.
Joe is 20.
Nick and Demi are 17.
(Senior Year)
aznxsweetiex3 2 years ago