Demi Lovato Imagines

Home Studying

You're with your best friend Demi...

You're both up in her room studying after a long day at school, or trying to study since Demi keeps bringing up things that happened last year that has you both crying with laughter.

"Oh my god, remember that time we were at the new year party and that guy started hitting on you? The face you pulled at me had to be the funniest thing I've ever seen!" She tries to say but keeps laughing before mimicking the face you pulled on that night. "I don't think he knew that I don't like guys... I'm like so gay dude" you reply imitating Kristen Stewart on SNL. You're a lesbian and pretty open about it and Demi is bi but hasn't told anyone but you.

You notice Demi slightly blushing and picks up a paperback textbook and hits it against her face, keeping it there and trying to not laugh. You get confused as to why Demi is blushing, does she like you the way you like her? Of course not, it's Demi and she's your best friend. Nothing more or less. She then peeks over the top of it so you see her dark brown eyes staring into yours. She then puts the book down but still looks at you.

You love everything about her. The way her freckles decorate the bridge of her nose and along her cheekbones when she has no makeup on. The way she knows when something is bothering you when you're trying to hide it and pulls you into a comforting hug as a way of reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. You feel safer than the president in her arms and could stay there forever.

You're pulled out of your thoughts as you hit the floor from Demi trying to get your attention. "Ow Demi!!" You yell at her. She peeks over the bed and smiles a cheesy grin then sticks her tongue out at you. You get up and sit back on the bed with a frown on your face, pretending to be mad at her. Even if you wanted to be mad at her, you couldn't though.

"Awh my baby!! Does my baby need me to kiss her ouchies better?" She says in a childish tone while wrapping her arms around your waist. You feel butterflies in the bottom of your stomach and a smile threatens to make it's way onto your face. You look at her and roll your eyes at her childish manners but secretly loving how caring she is. She then rests her head on your shoulder, making a pouty face.

Out of the blue, she presses her pout against your cheek and makes a loud kiss noise when she pulls away, the contact making you blush. "You love me really!" She says. "Whatever idiot" you reply.

AN// I have had to repost this in the hope that it'll actually show you the full paragraphs and not cut half of it out. Stay Strong 💛