Miley observed her busted lip in her close up mirror and pressed a small ice cube to it. She knew it was stupid but she loved her lips and the fact that they were busted didn't help anything.
"Your lip looks fine," Miley pulled the ice cube away and smiled at Liam. They had been getting along so much better now that the house was finished.
"I'm gonna fuck Selena up so bad she's gonna wish that she kept her flat ass in Texas," Miley promised, throwing the ice cube in the near by trash can and standing up.
"Don't you think that's a bit unnecessary?" Liam asked, running his fingers through his hair. That was when Miley realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Don't you think the fact that you don't like to wear shirts is a bit unnecessary?" Miley retorted as Liam chuckled and shrugged.
"You're not complaining."
~
It was the day of the trial. Demi tried to convince herself that she wasn't nervous and that it was right that she was speaking against the man that she had trusted with everything in her, the testimony that would eventually send him to jail.
Her cast was still on and it naturally made any outfit that she wore look bad so she didn't even try anymore. She had thrown on her best pair of Miss Me Jeans but the designer had removed the buttons and zipper and instead added special spandex at the top to keep them up. Over that she put on a flowy cream top and finished it off with a navy striped blazer. Joe came into the room, fixing his tie and she suddenly felt underdressed. The judge wouldn't rule against her for something like that...right?
"The car is here to pick us up," Demi nodded, not even questioning why they needed someone to drive them when they had four cars in the garage.
"Don't be nervous. Just speak from experience and he'll be in jail," but Demi had mixed feelings. Did she want him to go to jail?
"Okay, can you get my cream heels out of the closet?" Demi asked. Why did the trial come so fast? She needed time to just...breathe. Everything was happening so fast.
Joe came back with her shoes and helped her into them before she grabbed her purse and they both went downstairs. She grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and met Joe outside where their normal driver was waiting with the Escalade. Demi smiled as he helped her into the car. She grabbed Joe's hand for some security. They hadnt even left their driveway yet and she was already sweating. It was going to be a long day.
Once they arrived, there were cameras and reporters everywhere. They were filming the whole thing. It was going to be on the news tonight. Every single news channel.
"Joe, I can't do this," Demi said, looking over at her husband. She could feel a panic attack coming. She just wanted to puke.
"Yes you can Demi. I will be right there with you. Everyone is supporting you. Everyone wants him in jail. We have all the evidence, there's no reason why this shouldn't end smoothly," Demi nodded and let Joe get out of the car first. She heard the screams and shouts and he turned around, reaching out for her hand. It was now or never.
She took it and gradually climbed out of the car, her heels making that familiar clicking sound on the pavement as Joe led her into the courthouse. They ignored all of the reporters asking for their opinion on things. Because at the moment, Joe and Demi both had different opinions on how they wanted things to go.
Miley and Dallas were already there when they entered. They were just there for support. Lexi was there with Justin and a stubborn looking Selena. She hadn't expected that. Selena didn't even look her way though. Justin gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek as Lexi attacked her like she normally did. But even Lexi couldn't cheer her up today.
