Demi Imagines 2.0

Arranged Part 2

You're texting Demi...

I'm done
She texts back quickly:
with?
my mother.
why? other than the fact that she's trying to force us to get married :)
You nearly snort at the passive aggressive smiley face.
she won't shut up about everything
like?
like the wedding arrangements and shit
She takes a moment to reply.
I mean I honestly don't hate the idea of marrying you
You blink. It takes you a moment to understand what she's saying. Before you can reply, she texts you again:
I mean you seem chill
You let out a breath and text her back:
you, too
She takes a minute to respond:
do you think we could fall in love? I heard it's happened before
She texts you again:
with arranged marriages, I mean
You chew your lip as you respond:
well, you're definitely not not my type
She texts you back a single thing:
;)

———

A part of you likes flirting with her. Another part of you is bitter and wants to spite your mother. You know which would make you happy, but you're a little petty. You want to piss her off. So you hide your texting Demi. You keep it all a secret from her. You say you're going out but don't say you're going out to see her. Demi does the same with her mother.
So today, you dealt with your mom nagging you to spend more time with Demi—even though you were on your way to see her.
You just want to spite her; what can you say?
You head out to meet Demi at her home. She said it was the best place since paparazzi could expose your "relationship" in public places. Obviously, that's what your parents wanted, but that's not what the two of you want.
You drive to her house, which is relatively near yours. You park a little way from her place so that you won't attract attention, and you walk the rest of the way. You don't see anyone suspicious, so you slip through the gate and go up to her door. You're about to knock when the door swings open. Demi pulls you inside without a word, and she closes the door behind you.
"About time you got here," she says, and you grin.
"Think anyone saw me?"
"I don't think so," she responds. "I kinda like this."
"What?"
"Sneaking around. I feel like a teenager again."
"Only we're not in love," you reply.
"Not yet we aren't. We can pretend," she says, giving you a wink that makes your heart beat faster.
You chew your lip as she turns around and leads you into the kitchen.
"I've got some drinks here," she says. "I thought we could take a dip in the pool."
"What is it with you and water?" you ask, making her laugh. First the beach, now her pool.
"It's not a crime to like water," she responds.
"You actually a mermaid?"
"You got me," she replies, pouring something that looks like sparkling water infused with fruit. "This isn't alcoholic, by the way. Don't worry."
"It smells really nice," you say. There's a soft raspberry-like smell.
"I know. I love it so much." She hands you the glass, and you take a sip. It's delicious—you could drink this all day if you could afford it. Something tells you it's probably quite pricey. "Come on," she says, snapping you from your peasant thoughts.
"I don't have a swimsuit," you say as you follow her.
"I know you don't. That's why I got you this," she says, taking a bag that'd been on the sofa and handing it to you. "I think it's the right size. Go try it on. The bathroom is off on the left," she says, pointing toward said bathroom.
"Thank you. Wow. This is amazing." You put down your drink and look inside the bag. It's a simple yet pretty one-piece swimsuit with slits along the sides. It's as black as your soul. You love it.
"Go try it on!"
So you do, and it's perfect. It's absolutely perfect.
You have a good feeling about today.

A/N
this kinda ended here but anyway a few more parts, I think
Also this is gonna reach 200 chapters soon like what