Silence settled in the room and Kris tilted her head to take a good look at Demi. The younger woman had a contemplative look on her face but she wasn't telling her why. Usually Kris wouldn't have to pry. Demi would just open up to her. But lately, it took a lot to get Demi to tell her anything.
"Kendall's been filling me in on the Trey drama. So, what's really going on between you two?" Kris started, and that's when Demi's face twisted and she knew that's what was on her mind: her boyfriend.
"I don't know. We're just complicated..." Demi admitted, pushing her thick brown hair out of her face.
"You guys are starting to remind me of Kourtney and Scott, minus the babies. It's just all this back and forth. It must be exhausting."
Demi slowly nodded in agreement. She was exhausted of going back and forth with Trey over stupid stuff. They were in love with each other. That was obvious. Maybe that was the problem. Their love wasn't...normal. Everything about them was just so intense all the time and maybe it was just too much for both of them.
"Can I give you some motherly advice?" Kris offered as she pulled the container of shrimp linguine out of the microwave and passed it to Demi. She pulled out a cup of strawberry lemonade and passed her a fork before sitting next to her.
"You know I love your advice," Demi giggled as she rested her head in her hand, propping her elbow up on the arm of the chair.
"I think you need to give it a year. If you guys can't stay together and work out in a year, then maybe this isn't a relationship you need to be in. I know how much you love him but love isn't always enough, sweetheart. So, from today to July of next year if you guys are still having these huge blowouts and you just can't work things out, it's time to let him go," Kris advised as Demi chewed down on her bottom lip.
How many times had she listened to someone tell her to just let Trey go? Probably the same amount of times that Trey had heard the exact same thing. It was easier than it sounded. She was fine if she didn't have to be around him. But it was all like all he had to do was text her or show up at her house or be at the same event as her and she was putty in his hands. And was that healthy? Was that okay? The soap opera that was their relationship just didn't seem all that worth it anymore.
"Thanks. Dianna probably would've just told me to stay with him because any press is good press," Demi lightly joked, because she honestly didn't know what else to say.
"Well, if I was your manager, I'd probably say the same thing, but I'm not. You look up to me as a mother figure so I'm not gonna cross that line." Kris chuckled as Demi appreciatively ate her food. As soon as she swallowed and the food dropped into her empty stomach, she realized that she really hadn't eaten all day.
"Oh, speaking of managers, there was a leak today. I don't know if you noticed or if anyone told you since you had all those meetings," Kris started as she took her glasses off and rubbed the space between her eyebrows.
"What leaked?"
Demi was no stranger to leaked photos. Her stuff had been leaking since she was sixteen. It used to really bother her. People had the audacity to hack into her private iCloud and steal her stuff, or close friends who weren't so close anymore would leak photos of them doing illegal stuff. The worst had been a picture of her kissing a girl. She had never fully come out as bisexual and she was never planning on it either. The asshole who leaked the picture kind of forced her to. Yeah, it helped her sell albums and it made people love her even more, but it was a part of herself that she had struggled with for a while.
"Something that looks like it belongs on the cover of Playboy. Do you know what I'm talking about?" Kris didn't even have to go into specifics. Demi definitely knew what she was talking about.
