Justin sighed deeply. âItâs alright, I kind of stopped caring about the general public anyway.â It was the truth, he had really stopped caring. Ever since all the public seemed to care about were the mistakes he had made, and not the kind or good acts that he did, just because he felt like it, but then again, thatâs what the media was for right? âIâm kinda disappointed, I was hoping you wouldât be..â He smiled to himself, trying make this situation as normal as possible, even though it was anything but that. By this time, he was almost out of the front door. âIâm on my way.â
"I'd hope so, or else you'd be living a pretty depressing life." Miley said with a small laugh. She knew what that was like. Of course, it wasn't the general public she cared about, but her parents. Her dad was too busy looking for something barely her age to shack up with for the weeks he wasn't with her mom and she was too busy getting money to give a damn. It wasn't right that they didn't care as much, or at all really, but they were her parents. She had to care about them. "You must be forgetting who you're talking to. To me dressed just means all the good shit's covered and usually not much else." She said, a smal grin on her lips. "Alrighty." She said with a small nod.


















