1 week later
~ "how does it feel that your daughter is taking the modelling world by storm?"
"good for her."
"is there anything else you want to add?"
"no." ~
I sighed and closed the computer.
"they're animals..." Grayson said to me, "complete animals."
"I know... I can't believe they just jumped on her like that... she was at the airport as well. Do people not know what privacy is?." I pouted,
"she can handle them." He laughed,
"she's got no trouble there." I said quietly,
"how is the work coming along there?" he asked me,
"are you trying to take my mind off of the way my mum was paparazzi-ed?" I asked him,
"it's not working then."
"their question isn't even true!" I exclaimed... "I'm not taking the modelling world by storm."
"the last campaign you did was for Abercrombie," Grayson shrugged,
"exactly! You know who is taking the modelling world by storm?" I asked him, to which he shook his head, "Meredith Mickelson."
Grayson made a weird noise which sounded like a cough, "shhh." He said and then grabbed his phone and started typing.
Grayson: we don't talk about her. Ethan's ex. He's sitting next to me.
"oh." I said and then cringed and gritted my teeth, "really though?"
"yeah." He nodded crazily,
"I guess I should have looked more into that." I laughed. "I've been dating you for over a year and I didn't even know that..." I said as I furrowed my eyebrows,
"well, it was a secret thing but you know... the internet is a bunch of snoops."
"yeah."
"it's been less than a year." he corrected me,
"when did we get together?" I asked him,
"your birthday."
"but then we broke up..."
"and? I sort of ruled that out." He laughed to me,
"but we've known each other for about a year," I said,
"we met on the 6th March at about mid-day." He said with a smug grin on his face.
"why do you know that?" I laughed,
"because..." he said and then got up and went to jump into the foam pit, "I remember checking my phone before starting to speak to you so I could see how long I had until the others wanted to leave. We had a set time."
"so, you checked your phone and..."
"I checked my phone, saw the time and then debated for a while whether to talk to you."
"then you said hi."
"I did indeed."
"thanks for getting over your social awkwardness to talk to me." I laughed to him,
"you're welcome... I'm pretty glad I did."
I opened up the laptop as we continued chatting to see what work I had left over from last year about my history A-Level.
"Grayson!" I exclaimed,
"what?" he asked in the same excited tone,
"the essay!"
"what essay?"
"my world war 1 essay which I was writing at the time we met." I said and then pouted,
"aww... I didn't even know you were doing that." He laughed,
"memories."
"cute."
"what's cute?" I heard Ethan say in the background before Ethan told him. Ethan then decided to make gagging noises and fall into the foam pit pretending to die.
"he's such a drama queen."
"who's making dinner tonight?" Ethan asked him as he arose from the bed or purple cubes,
"me." Grayson said I listened in to his conversation,
"ew." I muttered,
"sorry?" he asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
"I said ew."
"I agree!" Ethan exclaimed as he fit pumped the air which made me laugh, "your cooking sucks, Grayson."
"poor Gray." I said faking sympathy,
"why are you guys so mean to me?" he said as he looked between the phone and Ethan,
"because you can't cook for shit." Ethan laughed, "if only mom, Cameron or Ava was here right now."
"well they're not." Grayson said loudly,
"ava." Ethan took the phone and Grayson let out a 'hey!'
"will you come back to make us food?" Ethan asked me,
"no... but I'll help you cook later if you want." I shrugged,
"what're you making?" Ethan asked sceptically,
"buttered chicken with couscous." I said to him,
"sounds gross." Ethan said and then handed the phone back to Grayson,
"I'll just order pizza." Grayson shrugged and then Ethan cheered in the background, "for myself!"
"Ass clown!" Ethan exclaimed as he climbed out of the pit,
"is it even safe to leave you two alone?" I laughed,
"honestly... no, not at all."
Then Oscar barked,
"what was that?" Grayson asked,
"my dog Oscar..." I said and then showed him the massive dog which was sitting on the futon near the window-sill."
"you have a dog!" Ethan exclaimed as I saw his tiny self in the top corner standing on a ledge, "can we get a dog?"
"no... I'm very allergic." Grayson said to him and then Ethan muttered something but I couldn't hear him,
"I'm bringing him back." I said as I lied to him,
"yes!" Ethan said,
"you can move out then..." Grayson laughed and Ethan said something about living with the dog,
"I'm joking," I laughed, "but look at his pretty little face." I pouted and panned the camera to him,
"he is really cute but I feel my throat closing as we speak." He said and then stuck his tongue out,
"drama queen." I said smugly,
"Ethan's the drama queen... not me." Grayson said as he stuck his nose out,
"yeah... he's a prima-donna drama queen." I said nodding,
"no, I'm not!" Ethan said in the background."
"you're allergic to everything!" Grayson said as he turned his head to look at him,
"well... I am."
I laughed at the two of them as they continued to argue about nonsense,
"guys!" I interrupted, "I have to go and get on with my work now." I said to him,
"bye babe," Grayson said,
"cringy! But bye." Ethan laughed then I hung up the phone.
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possibly marking the half way point in my book but i guess you guys will have to find out and wait (same tbh) to see when the actual end it.
buttttt.... this is my ideal end point.
or should it be a 55 chapter one again?
idk... i hope you like this chapter. i feel as though it shines a light onto the relationship which the twins have. another issue of paparazzi is expressed in this chapter which i like.
I NEED MYSELF AN OSCAR! (the dog) but Ethan should get himself an oscar award for being a major drama queen in general.
until the next chapter! see ya