^ that is noah melton, you'll meet him later.

once again, it was like the devil was staring straight through me. grayson looking up from bella to his brother as he walked into grayson's room.

"what the fuck is going on?" ethan asked, looking down at grayson's bed where bella was laying, already dead asleep.

grayson pressed his hand against ethan's chest and tried his absolute best to push him out of his room. yikes.

"why is she here?" he asked another question, his hand raising to point directly at me. i scrunched my face up a little, in a the fuck you think you are kind of way.

grayson groaned loudly, like he was growling? i sat back on grayson's bed because whatever was going on between the two of them was none of my business.

ethan stepped to the left, taking a long hard look at bella. what was he thinking about?

"i can help." ethan offered, his eyes moving from bella to me.

grayson's head fell back a little, "fine, go get some ice from the freezer." he said in a demanding tone, ok daddy.

ethan's eyes moved again from me to grayson, until he turned around and went downstairs.

"grayson what was that even about?"

"he thinks i was trying to rape you guys or something like that." he explains.

"i don't understand, why would he think you would you do that.." i start but my mind jumps to conclusions before i can finish my sentence.

has he raped girls before?

"no! no no no no no i haven't raped anyone but you can't blame him for thinking that." he says pointing to my unconscious bestfriend on his bed.

grayson looked around, before walking over to his closet, grabbing something from the ground.

a sleeping bag?

he layed it out on the floor and looked at me, "you're sleeping here tonight." he said as if i didn't have a choice in the matter.

"my mom will quite literally murder me grayson." emphasizing on the word murder.

"say you're staying with bella." he suggested, grabbing an extra blanket from his closet and putting it on top of the sleeping bag.

"i think i'd rather sleep in my comfy bed." i say, not having any interest on sleeping on the ground.

he laughed, "well you can sleep in my comfy bed." grayson sat down on the floor, opening up his sleeping bag.

"oh."

ethan walked in with a bucket of ice, the ice shaking around loudly. thankfully not loud enough for bella to wake up.

i don't think a gun shot could wake her up.

"so kendall wanna sleep with me?" ethan asked, raising his eyebrow. i fake made myself gag, walking over to the other side of grayson's bed and getting in.

i hear grayson's chuckle from the ground, ethan putting the bucket on the nightstand next to bella's head.

"goodnight." ethan said, but only to me?

his smile, there's something so off about it.

-

i woke up forgetting where i was for a second before i remembered last night and looked to my right. bella still sleeping. i looked down to my left, grayson asleep on the ground, not even in his sleeping bag.

he looked, adorable in a way.

i got up, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake either of them up. they looked so peaceful.

i walked down the stairs, i obviously didn't know my way around the house since i'd never been here before but as soon as i got to the final step, there was the kitchen.

with a man standing in front of the fridge, grabbing something.

ethan.

i tried my best to get back up the stairs quietly without him noticing me but he did. "hey it's my bottom!" he said loud enough for me to hear him across the huge kitchen.

"say that again and i swear-" i start but he cuts me off.

"you swear what? are you gonna kick my ass?" god why does he have to be so.. intimidating?

he walked over to where i was, the bottom of the steps. but with an apple in his hand, eating it as he got closer to me.

"so what're you still doing here?" he asked, as if i should've already been long gone.

"my bestfriend is up there, sleeping her alcohol coma off." i say, with the same amount of attitude he gave me.

he gave me a stern look, crossing his arms.

"you're hot. it's a shame you're such a bore." ethan said before walking up the stairs, brushing my shoulder.

wait what the fuck was that? a compliment or diss??

i looked around, envious of the life they life. this open floor plan has more square feet than my whole entire house.

i gave the place one last look at turned around, heading back to grayson's room.

i sat on his bed, i didn't want to wake them up so i just decide to past the time by going on instagram.

i got a notification from ethan dolan.

i forgot about that.

i laughed at the message.

but at the same time, something inside of me wanted to.. i don't know, tease him?

it took everything inside of me to build up the confidence to send it. but i did.

it's been five minutes and he still hasn't even opened my snap. so i press the home button and start playing a random game on my phone.

grayson got up a little later, yawning and turning his head to see if i were still here.

"hey sunshine." i say, followed up by a big smile.

grayson smiled, looking to bella and sighing. "she's still out?" i nod, grayson standing up.

well i didn't need to know he was only wearing boxers has pants.

he saw my eyes and looked down, realizing he wasn't wearing pants.

"shit sorry." he said, covering his junk with his hands.

i laughed at him, my phone dinging.

he walked into his bathroom.

must be nice to have your own bathroom.

i looked at the notification i got, it was from ethan.

my cheeks felt hot, why was i affected by something this asshole said?

i pressed send a turned my phone off, watching grayson walk out of his bathroom and into his closet, grabbing a pair of shorts awkwardly.

"it's nothing i haven't seen before." i say, well not grayson's but.. you know.

he laughed, "right."