An idea of what the Jemi rumors could be.

Demi: I don't wanna get out of my house... I don't wanna tweet... the media only distorts my messages.. they only want publicity.


12:30 p.m., the sun at its peak, Demi called for help as the media was making up stories about her.




Hayley and I headed to L.A. in a Black Hawk helicopter.

Hayley: you okay Joseph?
Me: yeah... I'm just mad at these media a**holes.
Hayley: don't worry... excuse me.. pilot!.. ETA?
Pilot: 50 seconds..
Hayley: lock and load.. 


Hayley and I loaded out rifles, sniper and assault.


Me: unconfirmed targets at 9 o' clock!


Hayley and I slided down a rope out of the helicopter, then we walked towards the reporters.


Hayley: I truly hate liars.. I hate liars... I hate the media liars... 
Me: JEMI ISN'T REAL!.... YOU LIARS!... hide your weapons Hayley.


We hid our weapons while we provoked the paparazzi and reporters.


Me: you just want money! YOU JUST WANT TO MAKE A DEAL OUTTA NOTHING!


5 reporters approached us while the others looked.


Reporter: who do you think you are!?
Me: The last person you'll see... mother****er.


Hayley and I took our weapons out.


Hayley: back the **** away!
Me: I guess you're the ones that made the interview right?
Reporter: yeah... why?


I hit the reporter with the back of my rifle.


Reporter: **** what the **** is wrong with you?!
Demi: you get em Joseph!
Girl: Jemi is real! .. it SHOULD BE REAL!.. if not .. I'll make em real myself!..
Me: Hayley... take care of her..


Hayley slowly walked towards the girl


Hayley: welcome to deathcare center, MOTHER****ER!


Hayley headbutted the girl.


Hayley: I cite myself, I hate liars, but I also hate peer pressure.
Me: HAYLEY! 'RAZZIS TRYING TO BREACH DEMI'S DOOR!
Hayley: TAKE EM OUT!


One of the paparazzi breached Demi's door but suddenly exploded. Demi had placed a trap, then she threw a smoke grenade to cover her exit, Demi walked out of the smoke, she smiled with a very firm and creepy look, she took a very weird, small device, then she smiled.


Demi: I HATE YOU LIARS!


Demi detonated a bomb that lied below the streets, wiping out more than half of the paparazzi and injuring a few, suddenly.. another group of paparazzi appeared at the other end of the street.


Demi: you gotta be kidding me.. 
Hayley: welcome to the Hurt Locker, these guys are hunting us.


Suddenly, the group of paparazzi were covered by smoke, and then a huge bomb below the street exploded.. just below the reporters and paparazzi... Joe walked out of the smoke.


Demi: all clear?
Me: clear!.. 
Joe: everyone okay?
Hayley: yup.. 
Demi: one-hundred percent man.
Hayley: razzis! twelve o clock! .. 


We shot the "razzis". That's how we called them.


Demi: I hate rumors.. 
Joe: same.. 


The streets became really quiet, the whole squad [Demi, Joe, Hayley and I] was careful, looking at every corner and alley, aiming with weapons.


Me: guys... I gotta confess something..
Demi: yeah, go on.
Me: besides the fact that I love you so much Demi, I hate when fans go crazy over couples, I truly hate that ****... I hate it like! 


I shot the ground in anger.


Demi: whoa! alright!.. calm down... I know.. its sometimes, annoying, and.. nonsense
Hayley: yeah .. pretty much.... nonsense.
Joe: yeah same here man.. no worries.
Me: I dare them to come with me with an explanation that its not "because its cute" or some opinion-based crap.


We walked to the now very empty streets of L.A...until I saw a mysterious bundle of wires.


Me: guys!.. look at this!.. 


I pulled the bundle of wires and they all lead to different buildings around me.
Me: oh boy.. CAMERAS! CAMERAS ON THE BUILDINGS! shoot em down! corners!
Hayley: hustle up Deltas!


We shot the cameras down mercilessly.


Joe: awwh motherf....
Hayley: sh**! the media are tough!


Demi: one down!
Hayley: get him off me!


A reporter tried to capture Hayley


Me: steady... steady... 


I shot the reporter's head.


Me: keep moving to the end of the street!.. come on.. don't stop, check alleys, corners, windows, everything.


A MASSIVE wave of gossipers appeared behind us, our helicopter appeared in front of us.


Pilot: get on! now! come on!


We ran towards the chopper while shooting back at the hostile gossipers... Demi got up first.. then Joe, later, Hayley fell down because a gossiper grabbed her feet...


Hayley: ****! NOOO!! NOOO!!
Me: HAYLEY!


I took a huge light machine gun and tore up a few gossipers, releasing Hayley.


Hayley: up now!


Hayley and I got into the helicopter, Demi and Joe helped us up, and we left.


Me: you okay?
Hayley: yeah... whew..thanks a lot (Hayley hugged me) if it wasn't for you, they would have made a lie out of me.