i walked into court...

my white blouse was tucked into my black skirt and i was wearing heels with my hair in a french braid.

i sat down and that's when pete walked in. he had on a tailored suit that admittedbly looked cute on him and his hair was neat for once.

he sat down next to a guy with an afro and they fistpumped as tyler, my new friend (and also my lawyer because i'm broke) sat down next to me.

a judge with black hair and brown eyes sat down and looked at us with uninterested eyes.

"HE-" i said, standing up angrily, making a few people laugh at my small size and large attitude.

"okay cut it dollface. did he abuse you? or cheat or anything in that field?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"no but-" i said but he cut me off once again.

"then you have to stay married to mr wentz for at least three months. sorry for the inconvenience" he said, rolling his eyes and standing up.

"wait WHAT?" pete asked standing up.

"judge urie...please, i can't stay with her and like...live with her!" he said.

"tragic" judge urie replied and left the room.

"here's your shoes. meet me at the coffee shop on thames street at 7 tonight to decide whatever's happening" pete said, dropping the box as my eyes widened and i opened the box and hugged the shoes with pure joy.

"GIRL THOSE SHOES!" tyler said, gasping dramatically and putting a hand on his chest.

"if i have to stay married to an asshole rockstar i've gotta do it in style am i right?"