Dirty Dancing

11

Vals POV

Honestly, I didn't know what to do. I knew that Zendaya had screwed up once or twice, but I never thought she would drink and drive. She was asleep at the moment, and I was filling out paperwork for the show. I never knew that happened, but I guess while not talking to her for nearly three years, I missed somethings.
Why would the show need to know my relationship status? I thought to myself. Some of these questions were very personal, like why would they need my family history. Anyways, Z was asleep on the couch, and I would feel bad if I left her on the couch. I walked over and gently scooped her up into my arms, and headed to my room.
"Val." She mumbled.
"Hmmm." I questioned."Goodnight." She whispered. I laid her down onto the bed and kissed her goodnight. A knock sounded throughout the house, I jogged to the door.
"Hello?" I swung the door open to see a police officer. "Hello, I'm officer Fort. Is Zendaya Coleman here?" He asked. "She is, but she's asleep right now. May I ask what you're here for?" I answered.
"I have documents here for an ongoing investigation of a complaint filed by Claire Coleman." Officer Fort said. I was quite surprised.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked, I wanted to know more. "Relax son. And yeah, I'll come in." He chuckled, I don't get why he thought this was funny.
"So, you're Val, correct?" He questioned as he settled down onto the couch"Yeah, why?" I really didn't like this situation.
"So, in the this complaint, Claire Coleman states that Zendaya Marie Coleman was driving under other influence of alcohol. Now, she also states that you were her legal guardian at the time." He looked at me to speak.
"Half of this is incorrect. I was never Zendaya's legal guardian, ever. And when she came home drunk, Claire lectured her and kicked her out the next morning!" I was furious. How could her own fucking mother do that to me and to her own daughter. "Son, If you need anything else, go to the local police station and ask for James Fort." He stood up, shook my hand, and left.
I'll just let it go. My life is way too stressful right now. Maks is trying to throw me off my game to win DWTS, Zendaya is just out of the hospital, and a fucking cop was just at my house.
I'll just sleep on it. I trudged to the bedroom and was met by Z. "Why was there a cop here?" She asked, and that's when I broke. I slid down the wall and sobbed.

Zendaya's POV

I sat down next to Val, I had no idea that this would happen. We Just had a day to ourselves, and he's the one breaking down now. I honestly didn't know what to do, so I just wrapped my arms around him and hoped for the best.
He had been trying to explain himself for the past hour, and I finally understood. "Val, I don't need you getting involved with something that will hurt you." I tried to make him let me handle it, but he kept on saying he was fine. Finally we got up off the floor and walked to his bed. He sat on the edge and unlocked his phone.
"Val, what are you doing?" I traveled over to his side of the bed. He showed me a picture of Maks and Meryl, in front of two mirror ball trophies, with their huge engagement rings on their hands.
"This Zendaya, is why I'm so crushed and stressed. He has everything, a fiance, two trophies, and my parents support. We were at a freaking dinner at a restaurant when he proposed, in front of my parents. After he proposed, my parents had the fucking nerve to ask why I wasn't married. Like, for fucks sake! Your oldest son just proposed! Then they ask why I'm not married, while I was managing Sway, DWTS, and all my other interviews! He was taking multiple days off, going on fucking vacations! Then he shows up here, tries to intimidated me to throw the show, while I was sick!" Val was standing up by now, clutching his phone like a knife. I stood up and gently took the phone out of his hand, placing it on the bed. Then I wrapped my arms around him, he relaxed and I whispered in his ear.
"You know that if Maks ever fucking threatens you again, I'll personally kill him. And second of all, I'll marry you, not now. Maybe in a year or two, and third of all, I know what its like to not have your parents. I've been without them for three years, so you're not alone." He pulled away from my grip and pecked my cheek.
"And this is why I love you." He sighed and climbed onto the bed. I mimicked his actions and got comfortable. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, and that's how we fell asleep.