I stare at the boxed iPhone on the coffee table, dreading the time I have to turn it on. Bridgerton plays in the background- my sisters decided it was time we all watched it together. Robbie was still asleep, and Charles nor Nicole were back yet.

"Either hurry and do it or stop thinking about it," Brooks says, not looking away from the television. "Shut up," I whisper, chewing on my lip. "The articles are going to be there whether you do it now or next week. Plus, Mom will call to chew you out anyway. Do you want me to go look?"

"No, no, no, no!" I groan, slamming my head into a pillow. "Here," Ashton nudges me. I pull the pillow away from my face to see her holding out her phone, an article already pulled up. I look to Brooks and Nash for their opinion. "Just get it over with," Brook urges. I sigh, taking the phone from the older girl's hand.

Drama Unfolds as Juliette Copelan Throws Drink at Morgan Wallen

"Influencer Juliette Copelan and country singer Morgan Wallen are making headlines once again with their fiery night out. The pair, seen together at a Nashville bar Aldean's, initially looked cozy, cuddling over drinks on the rooftop. However, things quickly turned sour as an argument erupted, ending with Copelan throwing her drink into Wallen's face before storming off.

This isn't Juliette's first rodeo in the dating scene. She's previously been linked to 5 Seconds of Summer drummer Ashton Irwin and singer Charlie Puth, making Wallen her latest musical conquest. Paparazzi and partygoers alike were quick to capture the heated moment, showing Juliette visibly upset and Morgan looking stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

Speculation is rife about what caused the blow-up, with rumors swirling about a misunderstanding or a heated exchange. Juliette, known for her outspoken nature, has kept mum about the incident, leaving fans and gossipmongers eager to know more.

As the drama unfolds, all eyes are on whether this latest romance will fizzle out like the others or if the pair have more surprises in store- as they say, the third time's a charm."

"Okay. It isn't as bad as the last," I say, secretly hoping they'll agree. "It might not be as bad, but they're trying to make it into something it isn't," Nash points out. "Cozy? Cuddling? Latest musical conquest?" Brooks says, shouting each thing louder than the last. "Hush," Ashton urges, her eyes glued to the screen. "I want to see what's about to happen between Simon and Daphne."

I sigh, reaching for my new phone in the box. "I guess I'll set this up." I quickly set up the phone and log into my iCloud. "What happened last night anyway?"

I look up from the device, all three of my sisters looking at me. "Well...." I start, trying to find a way out of the conversation. "Oh no," Brooks begins, pointing her finger at me accusingly. "No getting out of this one."

I throw my head back dramatically, groaning. Stupid twin telekinesis.

I place the sparkling, new phone down on the table, diving straight into the explanation. Their faces all contort into the same expressions: disgusted, then shocked, then annoyed.

"Questions?" I ask, pulling my knees up to my chest as all their hands shoot into the air. "Nash, go."

"Why were you flirting with him?" she asks, a grossed-out look across her face. "I was drunk," I answer, turning to Ashton. I raise my eyebrows, signaling her to ask her question. "So, he bought you a new phone and then told you you're annoying?" I press my lips together, nodding. "Pretty much."

Brooks finally asks her question. "Are you okay?"

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Why wouldn't I be?" She gives me one of those looks. One of the looks that lets me know that she knows better and so do I. "I'm fine," I press, looking Brooks in the eye, "really." She crosses her arms, slowly rolling her eyes. "If you say so."

I sigh, grabbing my new phone. "I'm going make some content. I haven't uploaded in days."

I hide away in the confinement of my room, opening my laptop. The notifications instantly pour in, with different sounds from each app clinking through the speakers. I scroll through them, ignoring the majority, searching for anything urgent- such as emails. My eyes fall on an email from Taylor Haze- my assistant manager- informing me about a meeting.

While my mom is my manager, she is also my sisters', and then more clients. She tends to cater towards those who aren't her daughters, so she assigned 'assistant' managers to us four.

I open the app, clicking on the message. Ms. Copelan, it began. I am writing to you to inform you of a crucial meeting on September 27, 3:00 p.m. at my office in regard to analytics, brand deals, and more. I've also heard back from Atmosphere Press. Your ticket is enclosed in this email. This is not optional. See you soon.

September 27? That's tomorrow.

I slam my laptop shut, pressing my face into my hands. I scream into my palms. So much for enjoying my trip.

I run a hand through my hair. Might as well start packing. I gather up the things I'll need- laptop, medical bag, toiletries. A knock at the door pulls my attention away. The door creaks open to reveal Robbie, shirtless and sleep-tousled hair. "You leaving?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe. "I have a meeting tomorrow that I just found out about," I say, tucking my charger into the suitcase. "You can come in," I smile, nodding to the bed.

He steps into the room, sitting down on the made bed. He grabs the iPhone box, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's this?" he asks, holding it up. "Oh," I sigh, sitting on my knees, "Morgan gave me that at the bar."

"Wow," Robbie mumbles, turning the phone over in his hands. "Plugging it in for you."

"Thanks," I reply, zipping my suitcase up. "So... What time are you leaving?" Robbie asks, breaking the silence. I glance at the clock on the nightstand. 10:02. "Now," I answer, standing up and dusting off my legs. "Can I drive you?" he asks, leaning back on his hand. "Sure."

I turn off the lights in my room before leaving. I close the door behind us, walking into the living room. Robbie wheels my luggage in behind me. "Emergency meeting. I'll be back tomorrow," I say to my sisters, glancing down at my phone that I've just turned on. "I'm coming!" Nash squeals, jumping up from her spot on the couch. Ashton and Brooks bid me a goodbye and we exit the house.

Robbie jogs out behind us, tugging a shirt on over his slim frame. We climb into the car, Nash in the passenger and I in the back. I buckle my seatbelt and tap on Nash's shoulder. "Can you give me the charger?"

She hands me the cord and I plug the device up. I tap the screen. It lights up with a generic background, displaying the time and date. I stare at it confused. The phone is already set up. I furrow my brows- Morgan did this.

I scroll through the phone. Nothing is necessarily different from a brand-new phone. No additional apps, no pictures. One thing stood out to me- his contact.

"Morgan," it said, with his phone number attached, and a goofy selfie of him smiling widely. My finger hovers over the screen as my mind races. I should just ignore it and log into my own iCloud. Why would I want his number anyway, especially after what he said? It's obvious that I know where he stands. He thinks I'm annoying, why would I bother him? Why would he even bother leaving me his number?

I chew on my lip, debating. Before I can stop myself, I blurt, "Does anyone have a pen?"

"Um," Nash hums, digging through the glove box. "Ah, here," she offers, holding up a blue pen. I grab it and quickly scribble his number on the inside of my wrist. I exit the app and go to the settings, logging into my own actual iCloud. I log into all my apps, completing the finishing touches on my phone. "Got it set up?" Robbie asks over his shoulder. "Yup," I say, checking my Dexcom app. 80. A little low, but, okay for now.

"He... Morgan, he left his number in my phone," I say, putting the device down. Nash whips around, her eyes wide. "Are you serious?" I press my lips together, nodding slowly. "He definitely wants you."

I laugh hardily, gripping my stomach. "You're funny. Last time I checked, he told me how annoying he thought I was." Nash looks at Robbie, her eyebrows raised. He glances at her quickly before ripping his eyes back to the highway. "Don't ask me," he begins. "I have zero experience with the ladies."

Nash dramatically turns back to me, rolling her eyes. "Anyways, you should've seen the way he was looking at you before you slapped him. Like you were his darlin' sunshine," she says, her last words twinged with a dramatic southern flair.

Robbie chuckles quietly, turning into the airport parking lot. "Shut up," I grumble, pulling the charger out of my phone. "Text him," Nash insists, zipping her jacket up.

"No," I reply, unbuckling my seatbelt as the car comes to a stop. "Thank you, guys, for bringing me on such short notice!" I smile, leaning forward through the seats. I wrap my arms around Nash to give her a hug, pressing a kiss on her cheek. "Love you, sissy," she says, leaning into me. I let her go and turn to Robbie, giving him a hug and a friendly cheek kiss as well. I climb out of the back seat, running around the car to the trunk. I take out my luggage and yell a final goodbye to them, blowing them kisses through the window. I watch Nash lean over to honk the horn as Robbie drives away.

I run through the airport to find my gate. I make it through TSA and stand out of breath at my gate, waiting for them to announce boarding. As soon as I begin to sit down, the announcement booms through the area. I groan, rising to my feet and joining the line of people waiting to board the aircraft. The line moves quickly and before I know it, I'm seated in business class with my headphones on, pouring Taylor Swift's Folklore album into my ears as I settle into a deep sleep.

A/N: I hate this chapter :) on my bfs computer so i can feed u guys content