Ethan and I got out of the car, as we arrived inside the warehouse. Ethan and I laughing, as he was judging me cause of what happened with the girls. I mean his fans and how I reacted. Seeing Grayson walk around the corner from the kitchen.

"What's so funny?" Grayson questioned us, seeing his eyes widen from the amount of bags in Ethan and my hands.

"When we were shopping, a group of young fans. Came running at us, screaming. Oh Deanna here freaked, thinking she was going to get attacked or there was a murder." I rolled my eyes, as I took the bags to the boys cupboard. Which they've allowed me to change into my closet, as Grayson laughed. His face becoming a tomato, I came back and shoved Grayson playfully.

"Come on! Growing up, if someone is screaming. They saw a dead body, or running from something or someone." I stated, protecting my unfortunate childhood. Grayson just smiled softly at me, looking at me in a way which gave me mixed emotions. It confused me. I looked to Ethan, who looked at Grayson a confused way aswell. He looked to me and coughed, breaking the silence.

"I'll just put this with your things, come and help me." Ethan gestured for me to follow.

"Coming." I told him, as I followed. When we reached the closet, Ethan dropped the bags in a corner. As he spun around to me, whispering.

"What was that look that Grayson gave you!? He's never had that look and I don't know what look is!" As soon it became a whispering argument.

"You're asking me? Ethan I haven't had the best experience with this, if I'm thinking what you're thinking. I don't know! He's your twin!" I stated, as I folded my arms and leant against one hip. Ethan sighed heavily, as he ran his hand through his hair. Thinking.

"Let me talk to Grayson, alone. Go and get some parts for your car or something, work on your car. Something, so I can talk to him privately. He won't open up with you near if I think it is what I think it is." He explained, as I nodded.

"We'll wait a while, so he doesn't get suspicious." I explained.

"Good idea, come on." Ethan said as I followed him out of the closet, through the kitchen and back to where Grayson was. Grayson was looking on his phone, as he looked worried. Ethan looked to his brother sitting on the couch I slept on last night, Ethan looked to me. Seeing he picked up on the feeling Grayson was worried.

"Grayson?" I questioned him, as he looked up and his facial expression changed as fast as it is to turn on a light. "You ok?" He put on a fake smile, he was hiding something.

"I'm fine." Grayson said as Ethan shook his head.

"No you're not, what's up?" Ethan asked his brother, Grayson stood up. As the wait was making my heart beat so fast that it could start up an engine. He was hiding something, bad. 

"Nothing is wrong with me-." Ethan cut him off as Ethan snatched his phone. "Hey!" Grayson yelled, as Ethan's eyes widen.

"Ethan?" I said to him, hoping he'll show me what's wrong. He looked to me slowly, scarred of my reaction. He slowly passed me Graysons phone, I took it off of him. My eyes widen as I started breathing heavily, I gulped hard. As I saw it was a photo of Ethan and I at the shopping centre, my face exposed. With the headline Ethan Dolans New Girlfriend!? I looked at the comments, seeing the familiar faces of the girls that asked for a photo. Saying I was just his friend, but then. The reality came in of the true situation, I was exposed and I could be easily found. I dropped Graysons phone, as the world went into slow mo.

All I saw was memories of the guys who have the dead rose bullets, of them trying to kill me. The only reason I'm not dead is uncle reggie, he's killed some of them using Lucille. "Deanna!?" I heard the boys voices echo, I looked to them as I saw them coming to me. I broke off into a sprint to the door opener of the garage, the boys running over to me. Standing in front of my car, as I started the engine. "Deanna! We'll fix this!" They yelled, knowing how much they were going to try and fix this. Doesn't mean they haven't seen it and coming to get me, it could take minutes, hours, days, months. For them to get here. I didn't care, I wanted to get away from Grayson and Ethan to keep them safe.

I spun the car around, as the boys ran for my car. Hearing them yelling, as my heart ached. I looked in the review mirror, seeing Graysons hands behind his head. Then Ethan's hands on his hips. I hated this, but it's just reality. The cold, dark, son of a bitch reality.