"You're a true friend, you're here till the end..."

Dream lazily reached for her phone with one arm, failing miserably. She effectively pushed her phone off the nightstand, where it was before.

"You pull me aside, when something ain't right, talk with me now and into the night, 'til it's alright again, you're a true friend."

"Mmmph," she groaned, rolling off her bed and landing face first onto the carpet. Yay.

"We sign our cards and letters BFF, you've got a million ways to make me laugh..."

Dream grunted, reaching for her phone, which although was right next to her, it felt like it was miles away."

"You're looking out for me, you've got my back, it's so good, to have you around."

"Ugh," she grumbled, finally getting a hold of it. It was from Savannah.

"Hello?" she lazily drawled.

"Dream? Are you okay?"

"I've been locked in my room for the past week. The only human interaction I've had was with Ava or my dad. This is literally child abuse! Do I sound okay?"

"Um...no...?"

"What did you call for?"

"Dream, the court case is in two days. Are you going to be there?"

"So your friend is locked in a room for seven days with limited to no human interaction and you only call to ask if she's going to a court case? You're the opposite of a true friend, Savannah. Hannah Montana would really be disappointed in you."

"Hannah Montana is Miley Cyrus, and as far as I know, there aren't any A-list celebrities out there who are even aware of my existence. I think I'm fine."

"Ughhhh," Dream grumbled.

"You know," Savannah said, "I did try to call you. Several times in fact. They all got blocked."

"Ugh, my dad is the worst," Dream realized what happened. "How did you call me now, then?"

"I may or may not have called him three hundred sixty-two times to beg him to let me call you," Savannah said hesitantly.

"Oh. In that case, I take my words back. Hannah Montana would be very proud of you."

"Thank you," Savannah said. "And what on earth happened to you?"

"Huh?"

"Your way of talking is...erm...interesting...."

"Really? Is something wrong with my voice? It probably died because I stopped using it for like a week."

"No, it's your choice of words."

"Um...when are you going to understand that being locked in a bedroom for seven days straight really messes with a person's sanity?!"

"Okay, okay, true. Anyways, are you going to be there or not?"

"Why don't you ask Mr. Ground-His-Daughter-As-Much-As-He-Humanly-Can? It's not my choice," Dream snapped.

"Because," Savannah said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "I did, and he told me to ask you."

"Well of course I want to," Dream said, "But I can't guarantee anything thanks to Mr. Grumpy Old Man's mood swings and temper tantrums."

"Your dad throws temper tantrums?"

"No," Dream rolled her eyes. "But he might as well."

"He said if you wanted to, he wasn't stopping you from coming. I mean, he does want to see Mrs. Woods behind bars, you know."

"I guess," Dream sulked. "Fine, I'll go."

"Yay!" Savannah clapped from the other end of the phone. "I'll tell the others. By the way, you need to know what Francesca and Chloe did. It's genius!"

"Great, I'll find out at the court case. When everyone else finds out," Dream said dryly. "Yay."

"Well, it's better than never finding out. I guess I'll see you then! Ten in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," Dream agreed. "Ten in the morning."

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There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Dream moaned. It had been two hours since Savannah called her. Two. Full. Hours. Without. Any. Human. Interaction.

"Hey, Dream," Ava entered the room.

"Hi, Ava," Dream mumbled. "Have you come bearing another message from the devil himself?"

Ava smiled. "The devil has declared that you are no longer grounded."

"What?!" Dream jumped up from her bed, which she was lying in previously. "Really?"

"Yeah!"

Dream narrowed her eyes. "There's a catch. What's the catch?"

"Oh," Ava said hesitantly, "We recently picked out a wedding venue we both really like...and...I kind of convinced him to...let you come with us...to check it out."

Dream sighed, of course her dad wouldn't just take away her punishment like that. He was so crazy and overprotective.

"Well? You should get ready, we need to leave in fifteen minutes!"

"Great," Dream sighed, getting up.

Ava turned to leave, then frowned and turned back around.

"Dream, it's past noon, you're still in your pajamas?"

"I didn't think I'd need to change if I was just going to stay in my room all day."

"Oh. Okay then," Ava turned and left the room.

Dream sighed. Time to get ready in fifteen minutes.

For a girl who hadn't really done anything productive in the past week, that was a lot. Repeat, a lot of work.

Dream looked at the clock. It was one fifteen, so she had fifteen minutes left.

Time to start the countdown.

She showered and brushed her teeth. Eleven minutes left.

A very simplified version of her normal skincare routine. Nine minutes left.

She had to pick an outfit. Six minutes left.

She finally decided on a light blue pair of ripped jeans and a black and white striped shirt. She threw the outfit on. Five minutes left.

She pulled her hair into a high messy ponytail. Four minutes left.

Then put on her favorite pair of white vans sneakers. Three minutes left.

And while she was at it, why not put on a simple pair of earrings? Two minutes left.

She left her room, rushing out into the living room, where her dad and Ava were waiting.

One minute left.

"I'm ready," she breathed.

"Great, let's go," her dad said. 

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A/N

So errr, I...was going through an insane Hannah Montana fangirling phase while writing this book? Heh...

Okay, but Miley Cyrus's voice actually helps me write more lol. 

Anyways, forgive me for continuously spamming you guys with Hannah Montana music. There's going to be more of that *glances at drafts nervously*

I hope you still enjoyed the chapter though!! If you did, please comment your thoughts, and maybe vote? It would mean a ton!

Next update: Friday (sorry...stupid homework lol)

💙, Stella Rose