Maybe is not too late {Dimon}

Dinner time

DEMI P.O.V.: So I went to Simon's house and rang the doorbell.

Simon: welcome

Demi: yeah, thanks (I entered and sat on the kitchen table)

Simon: so, I made this delicious meal for us...and you have to be grateful, I don't do this to many people

Demi: you made it for us both?

Simon: originally, it was for me and Jess...but she left

Demi: obviously (I said angrily and looked to the window)

Simon: here is (he sat in front of me and we started eating) how is it?

Demi: fine (I shrugged)

Simon: fine? I find it super delicious

Demi: we should ask Jess, it was her dinner

Simon: I think I'll sent her a bit of it, she'll like it

Demi: I'm sure bout it

Simon: what happens?

Demi: nothing, just...I'm tired

Simon: oh, I thought we could go to the beach and talk

Demi: no, I just want to sleep (once we finished a very uncomfortable dinner, I went to the door) well, thank you for everything, I'm going, goodbye

Simon: now?

Demi: I have to sleep, so yes

Simon: is everything fine?

Demi: better than ever, you don't have an idea (I laughed angrily and left)

The next morning I woke up at 6 a.m., looked trough the window and went to the balcony. The sea it was particulary beautiful, I had an idea and so I went to the beach wearing my pyjamas.

Since there was nobody there, I took off my clothes and stood in my bra and panties. I walked in the water and, as I thought, it was a bit cold. But I stayed anyways, I swam some meters until I heard him.

Simon: didn't you bring your swimsuit?

Demi: I did, but I'm good in this (I walked out of the sea and he approached to great me) hello (he tried to kiss my cheek but I started walking)

Simon: can we have a decent talk about you? I don't think is right to be like this when we're alone here

Demi: like what?

Simon: like you hating me and I don't even know why

Demi: I don't want to talk

Simon: I brought you here so if you appreciate it, then talk decently to me

Demi: (I looked at him and nodded) okay, we'll talk after I take a shower

Simon: do you want to have breakfast at my house and so we can talk there?

Demi: yes, whatever