"This is not the car you were in last time," Miley remarked as she slid into the backseat of the sleek black Bentley, letting Demi take the passenger seat as Rob started the car up.
"I upgraded," Rob shrugged as if he wasn't driving a car that was easily the cost of a house.
But in their world, it wasn't that big of a deal. They paid all the bills and had enough left over to splurge on themselves. Some preferred cars, some preferred clothes...it all just depended. His car was nice but Demi wasn't that into cars so she just hummed along in agreement.
"Miley, where are you going because you're not coming back with us. I'm telling you that right now," Rob chuckled, placing his hand on the inside of Demi's bare thigh as she typed away on her Blackberry. She was worse than his sisters when it came to that thing.
"Just take me home, I think Brandi is throwing a party. Did you guys want to stay?"
"No, we have our own plans," Demi finally chimed in, because a Brandi party at the Cyrus residence meant that Trace was going to be there and Demi definitely didn't need to see him. She had had enough of her exes having awkward encounters, and after the small but very tension filled blowout that she had with Nick and Joe at the bowling alley, all she wanted was to spend the night with Rob binge watching Jersey Shore while polishing off a bottle of vodka. She was over the drama.
"Hope those plans don't involve going over to Kris Jenner's house," Miley snickered, prompting Demi to reach back and lightly hit the younger girl because she knew how mortified she had been over the Kris Jenner catching her coming out of her son's bathroom half naked. What made it even worse was Kris decided to come back an hour later and offer them breakfast. Demi had tried to decline but Kris had basically forced her downstairs then spent the next two hours grilling her over her relationship with her son, her very unsure relationship with her son.
The thing is, Rob had girls...all of the time. He was always with a different girl and his excuse was that Demi was constantly on the go because of her job and he wasn't about to just be waiting around for her to come back. His other excuse was that she was always talking to guys behind his back, so of course he was going to do the same thing. Demi liked what they had when they were together, but even she could admit that they were both a bit of a mess, and when they were together it was like they were clinging to each other for survival. Maybe it wasn't the healthiest situationship to be in, but they were young and reckless and they were living a fast paced life. Time slowed down when they were together.
"No, we're gonna go somewhere else," Rob said, moving his hand to intertwine their fingers as they pulled into the driveway of Miley's mega mansion.
"Text me in the morning, Dems. See you guys later," Miley said, leaning forward to kiss Demi a little too close to her mouth before exiting the car. Rob had to back out of the circular driveway because it was packed with cars, but once they made it out of the neighborhood, he tried to figure out a place to go.
"You wanna go to Pinkberry?" He offered, causing Demi to nod. "Kendall and Kylie love this place."
"So does my little sister Madison. When I first got my car, this is the first place we went to celebrate," Demi reminisced. Rob got so distracted looking at the pretty but distant smile on her face that it took someone honking for him to realize that he had been sitting at a red light.
It didn't really matter how much time they spent together; Demi was still such a mystery to him. He knew a lot about her. He knew that when she had snuck away from filming to go to the beach with him he had seen angry scars on her thighs that she hadn't bothered to explain away, and he hadn't asked her about it either. He knew that she did coke with the dancers from Camp Rock 2, that it was just this accepted thing that no one talked about because she swore that she had it under control, and since she was funding so many people's lifestyles, no one said anything to her about it. He knew that she stayed up all night sometimes writing music, because sometimes she couldn't go to sleep until she got her thoughts out, and sometimes he stayed up with her too. He knew that they had a connection through their dads; he lost his and hers may as well be dead. She tried to contact him sometimes, but every time she did it would send her on a downward spiral and she would push everyone away. He knew that her parents only saw her as an ATM, that no one around her cared about all of the stuff she was dealing with, the stuff they wrote off as teenager issues. He knew she was sad, and he just wanted to help her the same way she unknowingly helped him. Because although she was sad, she knew how to make the people around her happy. And that's why he wanted her to stick around.
