So, this will be a Joe/Demi story. The surnames are changed, so it is legal. Oh, and Please review. Because I need to know if you want me to continue.
'I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to take a stand''
Argh, its 4 in the morning, who calls at this time?
''Haloo?'' Joe asked, with a sleepy voice.
''Did I wake you?'' a girls voice asks.
''Yes, and who is this?'' Joe asks again, too tired to look at the screen.
''Joseph Adam Jones, you don't have my number?'' angry Miley practically screams into phone.
''For your information, Miley Ray Cyres, I do have your number, but since you are calling me in the middle of the night, you better have a very good reason to disturb my beauty sleep!'' Joe says angrily.
''For your information I do have a very good reason to call you,'' she says, before Joe gets a chance to ask what it is, she continue's, ''Demi is in trouble ,and she needs your help.''
In this moment a million thoughts run through Joe's head. What trouble? Is she okey? Where is she?
''Joe? Are you listening?'' Miley ask's, groaning at the end.
''Oh, yeah..'' Joe says, trying to remember what she said before.
''So, as I said, since you are in L.A. I need you to go down there and bail her out.''
Wait, what?
''SHE IS IN JAIL?'' Joe scream into the phone.
''Um, hallo? I knew you weren't listening!'' Joe doesn't even listen anymore, his thoughts is on Demi. Demi. Sitting in jail. How did that happen? And for what?
''Which station?'' was his final question before hanging up.
''Hi, Im here for Demetria Loveto,'' he said to black woman who was sitting at large, and high desk.
''Oh, boy. Umm, okey, could you wait a few sec, I'll get someone,'' she said.
What did she mean by ,oh boy?
''Mr..'' middle aged man, asked Joe.
''Jones,'' he answered.
'' come with me please,'' officer said, ''please sit down.''
''Thank you,'' Joe answered.
''So, you will have to fill out some forms, and pay 250000.00 $ if you want to bail out,'' officer explained.
''Oh..ok,'' Joe was taken back. 250000 $? Wow, just wow.
''Ok, then, please sign here.. and here..yes, and remind that we take underage drinking very seriously here,'' officer said.
''Ms. Loveto will be escorted through the back door, because there are some paparazzi in front,'' officer said.
''Yes, thank you very much,'' Joe answered.
Joe took out his car keys, and waited by the back door.
His breath hitched in his throat, by the sight in front of him. Two officers by Demi's sides, practically carrying her. She looks like a mess. Her hair is everywhere. Her dress barely covers her bottom. She has black pumps on, and you can see her bra, because her dress is practically on her ribs. But she looks always.
''Thank you,'' Joe says to the police officers, when they steady her.
He looks at her angrily, and she looks just as angry as he does, only for a different reason.
''Get in the car, NOW!'' Joe says angrily.
But by the look on her face, she is not getting in the car anytime soon.
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