"Times up!" Hearing Alex yell, banging on the door. Hearing Cameron ask Ethan a question.

"What was it like before she got here?" He asked.

"Honestly, I cannot remember." Ethan replied, while Grayson and I left each other's lips. We just looked into each other's eyes, his brown eyes burning into my blue eyes. "OI! Coming out anytime soon!?" Ethan called out to us.

"Yeah give us a sec!" Grayson yelled to his brother, hearing them walk off. Grayson had a look on his face, a facial expression I felt uncomfortable with.

"What?" I questioned him, my eyes scattering for his.

"That only happened as you're grieving, I-." I then cut him off, ashamed he thought that.

"Grayson." I begun, holding his face to look at me. "You aren't a rebound, that. That was real. Please look at me." I begged, soon his eyes met mine. He placed his big hands on my hips.

"Let's get your mind clear first, ok?" He kissed my head, leaving the cupboard. I stood there, feeling stupid I done that. I know I'm grieving, but Grayson isn't my rebound. Far out! Walking out of the cupboard myself, Ethan met my eyes and got the impression that I wanted to go.

"It's getting late." Ethan faked yawned. "I think it's time we head gray, ready to go D?" I nodded, while pretending to try and keep myself awake. How could things mess up so quickly, Grayson just needs to understand the facts I tried to give him. Saying our goodbyes and leaving the place, following that an awkward car ride home.

Arriving home, while I got out of the car. Closing the big door, I looked to Grayson. Seeing Ethan looking between us both. "Goodnight everyone." Grayson walked off, as I flung my arms in the air having enough. Getting into my pjs, deciding to let my person know of why Grayson is in that mood and what's going on with me.

The pjs I wore was a blue singlet top, the bottoms were short shorts. They were silk and lace, I sighed heavily. Knocking on Ethan's door, as it was closed. Hearing a groan from Ethan, meaning to come in. I slowly opened the door, poking my head in. "Who is it?" Ethan asked, seeing him looking at me due to the light from behind me. He covered his eyes slightly.

"Just me." I explained.

"Hey Deanna, you good?" He questioned.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked, seeing a caring smile grow on his face. He nodded, patting beside him.

"Lay with me." I came in, leaving the door a crack open. Getting under the sheets, facing my best friend. I could never think of laying with Ethan like this is a dirty way, it felt weird. I would easily sleep in this bed with him, I knew where we stood and Ethan knew we were only friends. Each other's person. "Talk to me."

"Hm..." I smiled. "Ok, so you know how I got that phone call? At Alex's?" He nodded. "It was Reggie."

"Is he ok?" He questioned, smiling at how much he worried.

"He's as fit as a bull, he rang to tell me about a very old friend of mine. Derek, he was in the same situation as me. Our uncles were friends." I begun tearing up. "He was missing for a couple of days, soon finding his body wash up on a river bank. Not far from where I use to love with my ex. He had several stab and gun wounds, his.. a part of his heart was missing." I begun to cry, I held it back for a while. Ethan pulled me into a hug, shushing me in a comfort way.

"Shh, I'm sorry for your lose." Ethan made me look to him, rubbing my tears away. "Reggie, or your friends uncle will Revenge him. Isn't it how those shows work?" That made me smile, slightly laughing. I love it when Ethan compares my life to Revenge shows or shows with murder. "There's that smile. Ok, tell me what happened with you and Grayson." I sighed heavily, explaining all that happened in that god damn closet.

"To be straight, he isn't being my rebound." I stated.

"So, you actually like him?" He smiled.

"I think so, I dunno. Everything has been crazy the past couple of weeks."

"Trust me, he's got a big soft spot for you."

"Does he now?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh you have no idea." I closed my eyes nodding. "Deanna?" Hearing Ethan ask, as I became to tired to respond. Think of this one sentence. I've been running with the wolves to get to you. That song has a special place in my heart for the twins, that song means something personal from me about them. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.