Reality

5

Nick's POV

Miley hit the back of my head with a magazine, making me flinch and turn angrily, but she had a far more look of fury than I did.

"Bridivazilla?!" She demanded, At first I was confused, but my lips parted in realization.

Bride, Diva, and Godzilla. I've heard of Bridezilla but this was new. "You don't get it do you?!" She pointed out before I could respond "That's the title of the episode! The fucking episode of our fucking reality show that just fucking aired!"

I wondered how she found out about that, because when I asked her if she wanted to watch episode 2 with me on TV she said she was 'over it'. As in, she is over seeing our fake asses running lines for a 'reality' show and doesn't really give a rat's ass.

Dumbly, I said "I thought you didn't watch it?"

Her lips tightened "It doesn't stop me from finding out that I am all over gossip sites and social medias, the poster child of pre-marital emotional, stressed-out, ripping-my-hair-out over a wedding!"

I furrowed my eyebrows "How? You did nothing...you were just dragging a couple of people who didn't do their job right."

She gestured her hand out; thanking me. "I know! That's what I thought! But then I watched the clips people posted! And now you have to see it too, because I can't even explain this shit. You need to see it for yourself." She flipped out her phone, and there was a clip on twitter. And as I watched; I realized it was actually a collection of clips, like a compilation.

My face popped out "Miley, calm down...she wont be here for another three hours. Let's go grab a bite first."

Her response shocked me, because as I remembered she agreed to the idea, a bit unenthusiastically but in the clip, she looked away from me and said ever so snidely "Fine."

"See? I didn't say that to you...I said that to the director! But there's more okay--" The video showed a clip of us in the car, and Miley was yelling to her phone. I thought it wouldn't be that bad, but the orders of her speech has been changed and mutilated. If that wasn't enough, they've cut out the parts where she explains the woman was being rude to her.

"So why do you feel like you need to put her into place? Just say 'Okay, thanks...someone will call you back about the reschedule. Bye!'"

"You know me, Nick...if somebody wants to fucking try me they're gonna get it. Me! Miley Ray fucking Cyrus! She shouldn't have the audacity to talk to me like she doesn't know manners."

I glanced at Miley who seems completely outraged "I didn't say that. Not in that context." She defended herself.

Finally, it was a clip with the wedding planner. They were obviously arguing...but the way they portrayed Miley, how they changed what she said, the timing and the editing...it was demonizing. She was saying to the planner how she should just plan the wedding, because that's her job. Not to change it. The screen went black, indicating that it was the end of the video. Miley snatched the phone from my hand and raised her hands up into the air.

"Do I even need to explain?!" She demanded.

"Well..." I said slowly "No offense, Miley...but you brought this on yourself."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, like they could pop out of her sockets. "You're blaming me?!"

"I mean, you did say those things. You were yelling and fighting everybody. You were jeopardizing yourself already, they just broadcasted it."

"Okay, one...they shouldn't be broadcasting anything without our consent. And second, they're fucking jeopardizing me by this whole editing and fucking...God whatever! It's not my fault all the people they hire are fucking annoying!"