"You can't be serious right now!" Dallas exclaimed, pacing the length of her sister's bedroom as she neatly folded her articles of clothing and stacked them into one of the suitcases that had come in the set Trey had bought for her. She knew her actions were a bit insane, but love did that to you, right? There was no point in denying it anymore. She was completely in love with him and maybe he didn't love her now, but he felt something for her and just the fact that he was willing to admit something like that was more than enough for her.
"Mom did not raise us to drop our panties and fly around the country for some low life rap star who is just gonna hump and dump you until he's feeling horny again!" Dallas yelled. Demi dropped the shirt that she was folding up and narrowed her eyes at her older sister. They talked about everything with each other but Demi had always made it clear to her that talking about their mother was off limits.
"She has nothing to do with this," Demi hissed through clenched teeth before continuing her packing. She didn't care about what her mother's opinion of her would be. Trey wanted her to be with him and that's exactly what she would do whether Dallas liked it or not.
"God, Demi she has everything to do with this and you know it!" Dallas stomped one of her feet down but Demi simply pursed her lips and continued packing. She didn't want to hear logic. She wanted to get on the next plane to California and be with Trey like he wanted her to. And maybe, just maybe having her constantly around would make him fall in love with her like he was supposed to.
"You're delusional if you think that man will ever love you like you love him. You're gonna get there and the only thing you're gonna be good for is sex and he's gonna tear you down. And you know what? I'm not gonna be here to pick you up when you come crawling back after he destroys you," Dallas shook at her head at her younger sister before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"He's gonna love me," Demi whispered to herself as she reached up with one hands to wipe one of her tears away. "He's gonna love me." She repeated to herself as she zipped her suitcase up and went into her closet to decide what shoes to take. "He's gonna love me." She stated as she boarded the plane that he had arranged to take her to Los Angeles where he was staying.
"Since when do you clean?" his older brother Forrest walked into his kitchen with a disgusted look on his face. Trey was running a swiffer mop along the limestone floors with a concentrated look on his face. He had two housekeepers cleaning up the rest of the house but he figured that he could at least do the kitchen before he had to pick Demi up from the airport. Usually he would send his driver, but this time it was different and both of them knew it.
"You see me mopping and you still come in here with your crusty shoes on," Trey shook his head, halting his actions as Forrest raised his eyebrow and went over to the fridge.
"I'm just trying to figure out what the hell you're cleaning for. Or should I say who you're cleaning for. Which one of your hoes is coming over today?" Forrest asked, taking a can of Bud Lite out of the refrigerator and popping the tab off before gulping half of it down.
"It's Demi," Trey admitted, knowing that Forrest knew who she was.
"Dallas's sister? Chubby Demi who always tried to play basketball with us?" They had all grown up together. That's how Trey had known Demi. He had become famous and they hadn't exactly drifted apart, they just didn't see each other. Him and Dallas were close in age but he just hung out with Demi more for some reason.
"She's not chubby anymore and don't bring that up. She's sensitive about that kind of thing," Trey shrugged and set the swiffer aside as Forrest rolled his eyes at his brother's words.
"She's obviously got you whipped as hell," Forrest stated but Trey simply shrugged and went to grab his keys.
"I'm going to pick her up. You can stay here but don't mess anything up and don't bother my housekeepers," Trey instructed before jogging out to his garage. He slipped into his sleek black Mercedes and took off towards the airport.
