I will be updating this every Sunday, unless I am busy.

Disclaimer- I wonder if JP searches for subliminal messages in songs when he's bored…

Claimer- I do own this story idea and plot line

Max POV

We were all being paid for and were staying in a three star hotel (I don't really know if they actually do that but…) until the trial… which was today. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I realized that part of the verdict was dependent on me.

I put on my only business suit, grey and professional looking, and scowled when I realized this trial was more than one day, and I would be wearing this over and over. Nudge was getting ready next to me as she blathered on about random stuff. We had all been assigned roommates.

I put my hair in a bun that hurt my head and grimaced at how un-Max-like I looked. (Outfit and hair on profile)

"Wow Max, you haven't not had your bangs in your face this whole trip," she said sarcastically, and I smiled, I was starting to rub off on her.

"Whatever," I said, pretending it didn't matter.

We left the room and went down to the lobby to meet up with Angel. She didn't have a roommate because she was rich; another upside to her being rich was she had a car. Angel was our ride to the courthouse.

We drove and Angel turned on So Yesterday by Hillary Duff. I shrugged; at least it wasn't some Justin Bieber crap or something. That was exactly what I would I would have expected from a person like Angel.

Unfortunately, the next song that came on was Never Say Never by, you guessed it, Justin Bieber. I did like the Jayden Smith part though, so it could have been worse. Nudge screeched out the rap though, so it could have been better, but still, at least it wasn't just Justin the whole song.

We went through and ruined a little more pop culture for me before we got to the courthouse. We pulled up and Lissa, Brigid, Jeb, and Hansy were already there. We all got coffee and talked.

Igor/Iggy also had money, so he got his own room, and was bringing Zephyr/Gazzy and Nick/Fang. They pulled up and looked like James Bond triplets or something. They were all wearing Tuxedos and bowties. I was just waiting for one of them to pull out a cell phone that shot lasers. (Outfits on profile)

They stopped when they saw us, and looked confused. "I thought we were supposed to dress formal," Iggy said.

"We were supposed to dress business formal," I told them. Iggy and Gazzy blushed while Fang rolled his eyes and hit Iggy's arm. No doubt the suits were his.

"We are dressed… formal," Iggy stated dejectedly.

"No," Nudge said, laughing, "y'all are dressed like three James Bonds, just not as sexy."

I laughed and high-fived her. "Nice one."

"We are extremely sexy," Fang said, popping his collar.

"So you think Gazzy and Iggy are sexy too?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.

Fang scowled at me.

"Of course he thinks we're sexy," Gazzy said.

Fang hit Gazzy too, and then Gazzy flicked his ear, so Fang pushed Gazzy off the curb. Gazzy stood up and brushed off his suit, giving Fang a death glare.

Sam and Dylan rolled up in a taxi playing Roll Up by Wiz Khalifa with the bass turned up so high the whole courthouse shook (we were standing in the back until court time).

They came out wearing some simple button downs and slacks. I pointed to them. "That is how you should have dressed."

Dylan walked up and put his arm on my shoulders. "So you like my ensemble?" he asked.

I brushed his arm off. "I never said that."

"But you said-"

"I said, 'that is how you should have dressed,' I never said I liked it, at least their outfits amuse me."

I'm pretty sure Dylan was crying on the inside. He walked away to probably sulk in Fang's emo corner.

Iggy walked up and slung his arm over my shoulder, mocking Dylan. "So," he said in the same tone as Dylan, "amusing is a good thing?"

I smiled and slapped his arm. Iggy rubbed it playfully. Gazzy was talking to Nudge, and Brigid and Lissa were flirting with Fang. Sam was staring at me and Jeb and Hans were talking about science stuff.

Nudge's watch went off, and we all made our way around the building for the trial. There was a bunch of stupid paparazzi surrounding the door.

"What do you think the verdict will be?" one of them shouted to Angel.

"I'm not allowed to discuss the case!" she yelled back.

"Come on!" another one exclaimed.

I shouted some pretty colorful words at them and they cleared the way to let us in. Everyone was staring at me. I smirked at them. "That's the way to get 'r done."

We sat in our assigned seats (what are we, in kindergarten?) and I realized I was between Dylan and Sam. I grimaced. They had total crushes on me, and it was kind of sickening me.

All of the seats were filled behind us, and I felt my claustrophobia start to act up. I felt sweat on my forehead and closed my eyes, doing what my childhood therapist would tell me to do when I was younger. I tuned every sense out and went to my happy place.

I was frolicking through a field of bubblegum trees and cotton candy flowers. I heard rustling in the potato chip leaves (don't judge my personal heaven, I'm a fattie OK?) and Dylan came out, dressed in a prince costume. I knew it was a costume because there was no way Dylan would ever be prince of anything, except maybe stupid-topia.

"Get out of here Dylan!" I yelled, and came out of my dream world. Dylan had just yanked his hand off my thigh. "What the hel-k!" I yelled, and I punched him in the face.

Everything got quiet and Mary Lenovo was marched in in an orange prison jumpsuit. Her lawyer walked in, and I recognized her from the commercials: Maya Knowles. She was in a professional outfit much like mine, but with pants instead of a skirt, and it was black and not grey.

They sat at their podium thing (so what if I know nothing about court?), and the government representative and his lawyer walked in. The government lawyer was John Abate.

Judge Roland Ter Bortcht walked in and sat at his podium, banging his gavel on the gavel-banging-area. "Order in the court," he exclaimed. Any leftover chatter faded into silence.

"Would the defendant please stand?" Bortcht asked. Mary and Maya stood. "Would they plaintiff stand?" The government guy and John Abate stood. "Would the jury rise?" We all stood. "Be seated," he said, and we all sat back down. "Let's get the ball rolling."

Okay, I asked and none of my friends know a cure for Bieber fever (just caught it yesterday). Do any of you know one, like an injection or something?

Also, can you recommend some good fanfictions for me to check out, because most of the ones I've subscribed to are ending or not being updated, so I need some new material to read. Thanks!