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The open, half packed suitcases sprawled across her floor that needed to be packed in exactly two hours caused Demi to rake her fingers through her midnight black hair because even with Kelsey attempting to help her pick outfits and finish packing the rest of her stuff, there was no way that she would be packed, showered, and at the airport to board the jet in two hours. And the bad thing about it was that she knew that she was going to be going to Paris for the past week now but every day she had ventured into her shiny new closet, glanced at her coincidentally Louis Vuitton luggage set, and breezed past it instead of pulling it out and starting to pack. And she knew why she had done that but she was beating around the bush with herself because she didn't want to admit that she was scared, that jetting off to Paris to meet with some designer – a very hot designer – that she barely knew freaked her the fuck out and she just wasn't sure if she was being rational about this entire thing.
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Demi could recognize the voice of a Kardashian from anywhere but this time, it happened to be Kourtney, which was surprising considering the fact that they could hardly stand each other. But Demi flashed her a smile anyway as Kourtney leaned against the counter in the middle of her closet and watched her fold a pair of jeans and place it on top of an off the shoulder sweater from Barney's New York.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Mom told me that you're going to Paris this week and I just wanted to say see you there biatch," Kourtney giggled as Demi rolled her eyes and chuckled. She totally forgot that Kourtney's new boy toy was also French.
"I'm actually supposed to be leaving in less than two hours and I'm nowhere near being finished packing," Demi said, gesturing to the open suitcases around her.
"Didn't you already know you were going?"
"Yeah..."
"Then what's wrong?" Kourtney asked, using the counter for balance as she slowly lowered herself to the ground.
"This isn't me," Demi finally stated with a shake of her head. "Jetting off to Paris to spend time with some designer that I don't even know, getting all googly eyed over a guy...this isn't me. And it hasn't been me in so long. I want to get back into dating and stuff but I don't think I'm doing this right. I like him and I'm sure we could have something...amazing, but just jumping in like this feels wrong and weird."
"Demi, this guy, whoever he is, could give you everything that you deserve and so much more. Mom told me about how much you smiled just from talking to him. Like come on, this could be exactly what you need," Kourtney said but Demi just shook her head again as she played with an orange Pucci scarf.
"Is that how it is for you? You travel all over to be with him because he's giving you what Scott didn't?" Demi questioned as Kourtney slowly nodded her head.
