They Don't Know About Us (Kylie x Malia)

Chapter 11

Soon after that phone call with her manager, they were all in a meeting. Kylie looks over the papers, confused as ever. "But wait, so it's statutory rape against a minor. But we haven't had sex. We never did." Kylie was so confused. Malia holds her hand and rubs her thumb against the back of it. "Look, as far as i know, they're running on pure speculation and assumptions. They don't have any solid proof yet, which i hope they won't. Ever. But still, until this is settled, you two might wanna get your stories straight. And also, try to limit your PDA, now i don't care what you do behind closed doors, like i said as long as you're not breaking any laws. And don't tell me anything. I don't want to hear it, the less i know the better. But be extra careful in public from now on. This court date is a week from now. I suggest you stay indoors as much as possible if you want to be affectionate, otherwise, please limit your PDA as much as you can." Mel sighs.

They both nod before everyone's phones start ringing. "Oh god, oh god. Ky, it's your dad!" Mel starts panicking. "Oh crap, it's my mom." Malia starts breathing heavily. "Oh shit, it's my mom." Kylie hesitates to answer. "Ok, on three." Mel tells them. They all take a deep breath before answering their phones. "Melody!" "Alex, Alex, calm down!" "Kylie Lorena Cantrall!" "Ma, Ma! Calmate!" "Malia Baker!" "Mom! Mom, please!" Needless to say, all three conversations did not go swimmingly. Mel had managed to calm Alex down before he could fire her, or at least try, once she reminded him that her contact is with Kylie, therefore only she can officially fire her. After promising to get to the bottom of this and making sure Kylie stays out of jail, he finally hangs up. Kylie's conversation with her mom was entirely in Spanish.

Malia did catch a few words, like her name and sorry. The rest was completely lost on her. She needs to remember to ask Kylie to teach her some Spanish, then again hers was still a little rusty too. Maybe it's better to ask Mel. Malia's conversation was somewhat similar to Kylie's, she just didn't know it. Her mom sighs on the other end. "Malia...." "Look mom, nothing happened. I swear, you know Kylie! She would never do anything. We wouldn't." After about an hour, they all finally got off the phone. Mel sighs. "Alright, first things first. You two need to stay out of the spotlight as much as possible. Unfortunately that means cancelling interviews and having someone else take your places. I think i can get Dara to do that one interview instead. Also, stay off social media. You're going to see a lot of people talking shit and you don't need that right now. You two need to stay focused, get your stories straight, if that's even possible considering no one here is straight," "Hey!" "Hey!" "Oh, don't act like you're even actually offended by that!" Mel scoffs. Kylie and Malia glance at one another. "Ok, yeah. That's true, point taken." Kylie notices Malia staring off into space before she holds her hand and rubs her thumb on the back of her hand. Malia snaps out of her thoughts and turns towards her. "You ok?" She asks. "I'm scared." Malia whispered. Mel notices the tension and quietly leaves the room. "I'll leave you two alone for a moment. I got some people i gotta call anyways."

"Kylie, what do we do?" Malia frowns. "I don't want you to go to jail." Kylie shakes her head. "I'm not going anywhere. We didn't do anything, they don't have proof." "Apparently there's been enough proof for them to accuse you." Malia mumbles. "That's all it is. They're accusations. We know we haven't had sex yet." Kylie holds her hand. "Yet." Malia smirks. Kylie stares at her as her smile turns into a smirk. "Yet. But still, this is not gonna look good. But I'm sure Mel has it covered." "I do!" She suddenly enters the room. "Sorry, didn't want to ruin your moment but i contacted everyone i know and i think we're gonna win this thing."