Miley swayed her hips, causing the fringe on her barely there gold skirt to sway. She balanced a black tray full of alcoholic beverages on her right hand as she navigated through the chairs and tables. She smirked sexily as she bent down to hand a gentlemen his drink, making sure her cleavage stuck out nicely in her glittering, gold bra top.
She decided to waitress tonight, just so she could keep her eyes on the inspectors. Everything seemed to be going great and the night was coming to an end.
When she delivered her last drink, she held the tray to her side and started to take out the bills her customers stuffed in her skirt as her tip. She started walking to the bar but stopped when she saw Demi coming out of the back, getting ready to go on stage. Miley sighed to herself and started walking over to the girl she barely knew anymore.
"Demi, wait." Miley huffed, grabbing Demi's arm, "Can we talk for a sec?"
"Uhh…" Demi glanced at the stage and then to her once best friend, "Sure."
Miley pulled Demi to the side. They both looked around awkwardly feeling like they were beside a complete stranger but both wanting their best friend back.
Feeling like she was the one who needed to apologize and make everything right, Demi spoke up, "Listen Miley," she started, turning to face her, "I am really sorry I ever thought that you were trying to steal my family away from me. It was stupid, I was stupid. I'm sorry I said all of those awful things to you but I never meant them. Any of it," Demi sighed, "I'm even sorry about the drugs. I know I'm stupid for doing them and I want to quit but it's hard and I don't think I can do it without my best friend," she finished, her voice cracking.
Miley smiled and dabbed at her now watery eyes. She pulled Demi into a tight embrace, never wanting to let go, "I'm sorry too," she whispered.
Demi pulled away, "Sorry for what?"
"That I haven't been there for you," Miley confessed, "I should have helped you with the drugs. I'm sorry that I just left you."
"Well, now it's all water under the bridge," Demi smiled brightly.
Miley wiped at her eyes and laughed, "Yes. Now we can get back to being best friends," she nudged Demi's side.
The re-united friends laughed and hugged each other only to be interrupted by a tall man who held a clipboard with two police officers behind him. Miley sent a charming smile to the men.
"Are you Miley Cyrus?" The man with the clipboard asked, with a stern expression.
Miley's happiness disappeared, "Yes sir. How can I help you."
"All of the Ecstasy staff is under arrest," he simply stated.
"What?" Miley said, shocked. Her and Demi started backing away as the two cops moved toward them, "What? Why?" She yelled, as the cold metal of the hand cuffs were slapped on her wrists.
"My team found this," The man said, holding up a plastic bag full of white powder, "Stuffed between a cushion in one of the dressing rooms."
Miley immediately shot her head over at Demi, who had a guilty and sorry expression written all over her face. Miley's eyes filled with hurt and angry tears. She shook her head at Demi as they and, every member of the staff, were hauled out in handcuffs.
The bar erupted in cheers as the baseball game came to an end and everyone's favorite team won. Soon the guys settled down and continued drinking their beers.
Joe patted Nick's back, "Have you heard from Demi lately?"
Nick started to respond but stopped. Demi hadn't even come across his mind in a long time and now that he thought about it hadn't heard from her or seen her in over a month. "No, not for awhile. You?" He took a swig from his beer and looked at Joe.
Joe shook his head, "Do you think something's wrong?"
"No. Miley would have told me."
The brothers left it at that and turned their attention to flat screen above the bar.
"Dude. Would you hurry up and pick a channel!" Taylor said, to their good friend, the bartender.
"Fine!" Craig, laughed.
"Woah. Look at what's on the news channel tonight, boys!" Zac chuckled, his eyes glued to the T.V.
"We are live outside of the famous strip club Ecstasy where the staff are now being led out in handcuffs due to the findings of Cocaine inside of one of the dressing rooms."
All of the guys laughed and whistled at the half naked woman, except for Nick.
"Whoa! Look at the hottie!" Zac whistled.
Taylor nudged Zac's side, "No, no. The dark brunette behind her is way hotter." Zac just shook his head and Taylor turned to Joe, "What do you think Joe? The one Zac likes or the sexy dark haired one?"
Joe laughed and looked up at the screen, his smile instantly fading and his gut twisting. His mouth went dry from seeing his sister in a stutty outfit being hauled away in handcuffs. Joe turned toward Nick who had the same expression he did. Seeing his sister and lover side by side in handcuffs, practically naked, sent him speechless.
"Wait," Zac said, stopping Taylor, "That looks like…Demi."
Nick came back into reality and jumped off of his bar stool and ran outside, followed by Joe.
As Nick sped off to the local police station he gripped the leather steering wheel with a tight force. His knuckles turned a ghostly white and his body was on fire. He pushed the gas petal hard, ready to blow up at someone, anyone. All he could think was, why? Why would Miley not tell him about Demi? How could she keep something like that away from him? All he could feel was betrayal.
Miley stared down at the dirty cement floor of the cell she, and all of the female "dancers" were confined to. She hung her head low, consumed in her thoughts. All she could think about was Mr. Carter. His work was lost. Taken away. Shut down because of her. No because of Demi. She shuddered at the thought of her best friend actually going that low.
She cringed at the sound of the male inmates yelling degrading things at them. They had being pushed up against the bars of their cells staring at them ever since they arrived. The police officers wouldn't let them change so they were stuck in these uncomfortable clothes that were not made to sit in.
How were they going to get out of this? Miley thought. If she called Nick to come and bail her and Demi out of the jail then they would definetly find out Demi's secret. But right now Miley didn't care about that. After everything Demi has done to her she didn't care anymore.
"Demi Jonas. Miley Cyrus." A stern voice said.
Both of the girls heads snapped up to see a police officer unlocking their cell.
"You've been bailed out," he opened the cell and made room for them to walk out.
As they walked out, they started to follow the police officer down a long hallway. Both of them were thinking the exact same thing. Who bailed them out?
Miley prayed for it be Nick and on the other hand she hoped it wasn't. But when they turned the corner her chest tightened and she heard Demi gasp under her breath.
Miley's eyes connected with Nick's. She gulped seeing him so angry, she had never seen him like this before. She felt as he were burned a hole right through her. She felt her stomach churn and prepared herself for the worse.
There was a very awkward silence. No one knew exactly what to see or do.
"Listen guys," Demi said, nervously stepping forward.
"How could you?" Nick muttered, cutting Demi off. He walked toward Miley, "How could you?" He said louder.
"Me?" Miley said, pointing to herself, confused.
"How could you not tell me that Demi was a…..a"
"A what?" Miley asked, placing her hands on her hips, knowing what he was going to say, she just needed to her him say it.
"A.." he started, then shouted, "A good for nothing dirty stripper!"
Even though Miley knew what he was going to say it still hurt. She felt hot tours well up in her eyes as she looked at him in disbelief. If he thought about strippers that way then that's what he saw Miley as, a good for nothing dirty stripper.
Nick's face filled with sorrow seeing Miley so hurt and because of him. He didn't think that of her and he didn't think that of Demi but in general that is what he thought of a stripper.
"How can you be blaming me?" Miley yelled back, "I am not the one who forced her into this business. She came on her own! I didn't even know her until she came looking for a job!" Then Miley turned toward Demi, "And you," she said in disgust, her voice cracking, "How could you do this to me? You know how important everything is to me right now. You know all the hard work Mr. Carter has put into this business and you risk getting it shut down. Especially now, that he is on his death bed."
Miley wiped at her eyes then looked at Nick one last time before running out of the police station.
A/N: REVIEW PLEASE! :D First off I want to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter. Every review is greatly appreciated and loved :) Most importantly, I AM OFFICAILLY ON SUMMER BREAK! WOOHOO :) Well, my summer started this past Wednsday, but what ev haha :) So since I am on summer break I have A LOT more time for writing. Which brings me to: This story only has a few chapters left so when this comes to an end I have a new story I plan to publish and will be continuing my collab with Niley Freakk so yea... Love all of yall :)