emma's pov

the twins left me in the room with bryant, but i couldn't talk to him without something in my ears ringing, i was trying so hard to remember him.

but i couldn't, it's like i was never friends with him.

that's when aaron walked in? i wonder where he's been. he walked into their guest room without saying one word, i didn't tell him they where they were because it didn't seem like he cared.

bryant was just talking about his camera, so i didn't just want to say,
bitch i cant remember you? it scared me so much.

bryant was interrupted by ringing from my phone, i checked the screen to see who was calling me, it was adam.

wait, why did we break up again?

i answered the phone, bryant nodded and i walked out into the filming room they had, sitting down on their purple couch.

"adam?"

"emma? you actually answered."

"yeah, why wouldn't i?"

"i just thought after everything i didn't even have a chance to ever hear your voice again."

"what do you need?"

"i heard about the accident, are you alright?"

"i'm fine thank you, just some memory stuff."

"oh. ohh. oh. well would you want to hang out?"

"sure, when?"

why not? nothing would happen anyway, i'm non-officially dating grayson, and i think i'm in love with him.

"um how about now?"

"actually, it sounds good to me, meet me at my apartment?"

"yeah sure, be there soon."

oh shit i realized i wasn't even home.

i hung up the phone and knocked on ethan's door, where the twins were talking about whatever they wanted to.

i opened the door after, ethans head was thrown into his hands, looking stressed out, grayson sat next to him, his hand over ethan's shoulder like he was comforting him, they both looked up at me who had just interrupted whatever was happening between them.

"i have to go. tell hannah i said she can come to my apartment if she's tired of you guys." i laughed, trying to lighten the obvious sad mood in the room.

"you can't drive." grayson said. bitch why the fuck not 😎

"well no shit my car is in the shop, i just called an uber."

"you can't leave." he said, like he was my fucking father, it took me everything not to laugh in his face.

ethan remained silent, his eyes were puffy and red, like he just lit up for a real one!

"someone's waiting for me, i have to go." i say, closing their door until i get stopped by grayson, pulling me by my shoulder back into the room.

"you can't go, we have to watch over you, doctor's orders."

"who's waiting for you?" ethan asked softly, he sounded like he had just been crying.

"adam."

suddenly all sadness was lost from ethan, it was just pure anger. he stood up and pulled me past grayson and looked at me like i was completely out of my own mind.

"are you kidding?"

"ethan what're you doing?" i was genuinely confused. why did he kiss me earlier? why was he acting like this?

"he fucking abused you emma!"

my eyebrows furrowed.

i couldn't remember that.

at all. i just remembered every happy moment with him, still confused on how we broke up.

was i still in love with him?

grayson punched a wall, making me turn around, jumping slightly in fright.

"emma sit down." grayson demanded, pointing to ethan's bed.

i sat down, it felt familiar.

"i'm not who you think i am." he said, ethan scoffing.

"you wish you were me." ethan said, grayson rolled his eyes.

"you aren't in love with me, you're in love with ethan."

"are you fucking serious? i'm not in love with your brother! i know what i feel! i didn't kiss him, he kissed me!"

was he ending things with me? did ethan like me? was grayson doing this to make ethan happy? what was going on?

"you do know your memory is fucked up right?" grayson asked, seeming genuinely concerned for me.

i don't know why this reminded me of something, but out of nowhere i just had a flashback.

i woke up to loud ass snoring and in ethan's bed. i looked to the side and saw his head resting on my shoulder, how does he look so good asleep?

but that's besides the point, how do i get up. he's basically on top of me and his arms are wrapped so tightly around me.

but did i even want to get up? no, not really. it honestly felt really safe.

i creeped my arm up a little from under ethan's and got more comfortable, feeling ethan's legs tangled with mine. my fucking ass was pressed up against his lap.

we're fucking spooning!

i grabbed my phone and opened instagram and thought of ways to hint to the fans i was with ethan.

i took a picture of myself and made sure a strand of ethans hair was in it, because i knew fans would detect that shit so fast.

i shared it and put my phone back on his nightstand, turning to him fully which woke him up.

he opened his eyes widely and rubbed them, looking at me in his bed he raised an eyebrow but then remembered.

"good morning em."

em? is that a new nickname or something?

"good morning e." he smiled, looking into my eyes, then at my lips, then at my eyes. shit, they felt dusty as fuck.

i felt his hand on my upper thigh, rubbing up and down nonchalantly.

"ethan what're you doing?" he choked up before removing his hand, "sorry."

everything just stopped, my mind felt blank suddenly, grayson snapping in my face, i was out of it.

"you think i'm ethan! you feel what you think you feel for me for ethan!"

i raised an eyebrow.

well that would explain me in ethan's bed, spooning him.

but i couldn't remember him.

i don't remember ever being in love with him.

the way i am with grayson.

or at least the way i feel about him.

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