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Title: The Artist and The Writer: A Jemi Love Story (Sixteen) View count: 1205 Rating: 4.7894735 (19 ratings) Description: Ahem. To avoid confusion...For a little bit of the story I wrote "Swift" and "Taylor". Hint: There's no "Swift" in "Lautner". Love squares SCENE Continuing... DEMI'S POV Joe kept his eyes narrowed like that. "Well?" I decided to make him just a tiny bit jealous that I was hanging out with another guy. "What do you mean, you want me to tell you something?" "Who are you talking about?" Joe whispered after grabbing my arm and pulling me away from Selena so we could have some privacy. I voluntarily blushed to make him mad. "Oh. Just...some boy." "Boy?!" he almost shouted. He blushed and I don't think he knew that he was. "What boy?!" Why did he care? "He asked me out on a date. He kinda wants to meet you...you want to meet him right now?" "N-no." I shrugged. "Well you can always meet him when I bring him to visit." His face tensed. "No. You cannot come over...I am busy." "I'm bringing him tomorrow, Joe. And you told me you were free." "Oh. Right..." I saw his jaw tense and I guessed that his teeth were clenched. "I will meet him when he comes." "Good. Because he's taking me out to a movie and dinner right after." "How original..." he muttered. "What?!" He sighed loudly and tightened his grip on my arm. "Nothing." "Let go of me!" I shouted and snapped my arm away. "What is wrong with you?!" Joe gave me a cold look and walked out of the building. I heard a loud slam come from the door. I put on a confused look as I walked back to Selena. "Jeez. What was that?!" "I don't know. He just got so mad..." Selena hit my shoulder. "Awh!" I hit her back. "What did I do?" "Isn't it obvious? He's jealous." I rolled my eyes. "I'm going back inside to talk to Taylor." "Whatever. But I feel a love...square coming along." I laughed. "A square?" The rest of the day Taylor and I talked. We got to know each other, especially our interests. I learned that Taylor was a very nice boy from Michigan. We had a lot in common and he was very good in sports. We talked about Joe a little, but I kept switching the subject so I wouldn't get so caught up in thoughts of Joe. He smiled a lot and it reminded me of Joe's smile. I agreed to let him meet Joe tomorrow after school, and then we would go on a date. The next day wasn't very eventful. I figured out Taylor's schedule and we walked to class together whenever we could. We both drove to my house after school so I could drop off my car and he would take me to Joe's hotel. We arrived at about 5:00 and I was still pretty excited to see Joe again. He always wears nice clothes and his hotel room is always perfectly clean...it made me feel special. I knocked on Joe's door and he answered with a straight face. "Hello, Demi. And you must be Taylor." "But Joe I'm right here..." I heard the other Taylor's voice say. She appeared behind Joe with a confused look on her face. Her mouth dropped open when she saw my Taylor. Probably because no one is supposed to know about her and Joe. Taylor laughed. "Oh my god, you know Taylor Swift too?" I blushed. "Oh right...uhm.." I glanced at Joe for the OK. He nodded. "They're dating." Taylor laughed. "Well this is kind of awkward. Two Taylors." Swift giggled. "You're funny, Taylor." "Well I hope you don't mind Taylor's company." I gave Joe a mad look. "No, of course not.." he muttered, returning the stare. "Come inside." So we all sat down to talk and socialize before Taylor and I would leave for our date. It took me a while to notice. But slowly, Swift and Taylor started having their own conversation. They excluded Joe and I until it was obvious and clearly awkward. Joe glanced over at me as the Taylors got sucked into their conversation sprinkled with laughing and joking around. "I hate him," I thought he mouthed. "What?!" I whispered back. Joe clenced his teeth again. "We will be in the kitchen," he said to Swift and Taylor, but kept his eyes on me. "Yeah..." I mumbled. "Do you mind?" "No," they answered. Joe and I walked slowly toward the kitchen area, but by the time we by the door Joe nearly threw me in. "I hate your boyfriend!" he whispered hoarsely. That didn't help his already-rough voice. "Well I hate your girlfriend!" I said in the same tone. "Look at her! She's flirting with MY boyfriend!" Joe seemed hurt immediately. "Uhm...yeah...that's also why I hate your boyfriend." Joe was lying. It was written all over his face. What was wrong? JJDL Tags: jemi, love, story, Author: crez104 |
