R.E.M

nine

GREYSON'S POV

Dylan made being in a PR sound much better than it actually was. Last night, we went on our first-ever public "date" and while it was fine, I woke up to news outlets having our names and faces plastered all over articles. I couldn't even breathe without another rumor or story going around if we hung with friends, we cheated, if we weren't seen together often, we broke up, if we
didn't comment or like each other's pictures enough, we hated each other. The shit was exhausting and it wasn't even real, Dylan was starting to feel the same way as much as he tried not to.

My morning was okay so far though, since Logan, Jack, and I met up for breakfast. I was in town for my movie's premiere, Jack was always here if not working on a movie, and Logan had a couple weeks off due to an injury. It was rare we were all in town together, so we took advantage when we could.

"So what do we think about moving in with Liam?" Logan asked, taking a bite of her toast, while my eyes were pointed down, looking at a text from my phone. Jack was distracted in trying to get a waiter so that she could order food since she finally decided what she wanted.

I raised my eyebrow, looking up at my younger sister for a minute. "Liam asked you to move in?"

"Mhm." The woman smiled.

Jack shook her head in disbelief. "Pretty boy moves quick." She said. "But, do you want to? I mean how do you feel?"

"I feel... nervous, I mean I like my space, I'm used to doing things independently. Liam's messy and he lives so differently than I do, so I'm not sure how living with him would work. I know three years together is a long time, but we've been so much better this way."

"Maybe you're just scared to take the next step." I shrugged, drawing my sisters' attention's to me. "He's a great guy and he loves you, so it's worth a shot at least. If you don't like it, just take a step back and try again later, but if you do, great."

"You say that so easily, like what if Dylan asked you to move in?" Logan prompted.

"Lo, they're obviously a PR." Jack chuckled, which Logan wasn't too fond of. I simply smirked, watching the two sisters have their argument.

Logan brushed Jack off, figuring our sister was wrong. "It has to mean something if Greyson agreed to even be in this PR. Maybe they'll evolve into something."

"I only agreed to it to stop the Ariana rumors and he agreed so that his team would get off his ass," I said. "It's strictly business."

"So about Ariana, do you like her?" Jack smirked this time, nudging me. "Because if so, I wouldn't blame you."

"No, I do not like Ariana," I answered quickly, while both of my sisters laughed. "What?"

"Nothing it's just... you say you don't like her, but you seem happier, a lot happier."

"She's right,"

"Because she's a great friend and is good at her job, that's all."

"Be fucking honest, you've never looked at that goddess of a woman and thought, 'I wonder what she tastes like'...never?"

"We've been strictly business, but we did kiss on her birthday. It was a moment of weakness, though." I said, nonchalantly.

Jack stood up quickly so that her chair scraped against the floor and caused others to look at us, "I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!" She smiled, looking at Logan.

"Our bet was if they fucked, not kissed, Jack-Jack." Logan chuckled, earning an eye roll from both of her older sisters. "Technically, I'm still winning—unless there's something you want to tell us, G."