Kehlani's Pov
The day was slowly coming to an end and while it was pretty long, it was also productive. I finished organizing my closet, Adeya and I baked banana bread, I was able to head to the studio for about an hour, and then we ended the afternoon at the park, only just getting back 30 minutes ago.
The house was empty with just me, Adeya, and Destin since the rest of my friends were at home and Greyson was just flying in after being in Romania, which meant I had our daughter. Destin was upstairs writing, while Dey was out for the night, after such a long day.
Just as I was about to find something to watch, I heard Destin yell from upstairs, "No fucking way," my attention turning in that direction quickly.
"I literally just put Adeya to sleep," I sighed, getting up from my spot on the couch to tell him to be quieter, but he beat me to the end of the stairs, both of us meeting there.
Without saying another word, he showed his phone to me, and it was an article from E! News, with a bolded headline: Stars Jenna Ortega and Greyson Cameron spark dating rumors after being spotted in Romania.
I could see the confusion all over Destin's face since he probably figured I knew what was going on, but I didn't. She had to be someone new though, because Greyson had never mentioned her. But I also figured that the triple date pictures of Greyson, Sebastian, and Mylo, didn't have Ariana or Billie in them, but Jenna.
"Who is she?" I asked curiously, hoping he would know at least, but Destin just shrugged, not sure either.
"Shit, I don't know. The comments say she was in some Netflix show, but Greyson doesn't work for them, so how would they even know each other?"
"It's a small world, I guess," I said, still examining the picture of the two. It didn't really look convincing if I was being honest and I didn't know if that was because I was kinda jealous or it was true. It just looked like friends taking a walk or something, and I couldn't even just ask G, considering we weren't on the best terms either.
"Wait," Destin paused, taking a seat on the stairs. "Actually, I don't think she's the girl from the pictures. They look like they're the same height compared to Greyson, but the hair is different and Jenna doesn't have the same tattoos from what I can see, I know Picture Girl had tattoos."
"Bad angle, maybe?" I reasoned, but he still wasn't buying it, zooming in on the date picture before changing tabs to see the one of Jenna and Greyson.
"Nope, that's not it, I see no finger tattoos, Lani and Greyson's not stupid. She knows how to keep a relationship under wraps and from the public, would she really make it this easy for the paps to catch her if this actually was her girlfriend? The rumors are bullshit,"
"Destin, you sound delusional, there's no way you're inspecting those pictures like that," I pointed out, only laughing as he rolled his eyes.
"You know I'm right, stop being stubborn."
"Because it doesn't matter, I know she's moved on, I moved on, there's nothing I can do right now, so we should just leave it alone."
"Kehlani, I've seen you've been hesitant to text her all week...you miss her."
"Destin, we're both in relationships now, drop it."
"Your relationship is bullshit, you both cheat on each other every other week and you know that. Now, we need a game plan or you could stick with what you're doing, but the next article will end up with those two and a ring on the cover."
I sighed, shaking my head as his smile grew bigger. "What are you thinking?"
"We know now that Jenna isn't Picture Girl, so we have to figure out who is first, did she mention anyone in London?"
"Nah, she was super vague about it, but you said that the girl had tattoos in the picture...Billie doesn't have any visible ones, Ariana does though,"
"Okay, so hypothetically if Ariana is Picture Girl, how does Jenna play into this? What if they're a PR?"
"I doubt it, Greyson doesn't need it and if she really wanted more publicity, she and Ariana would've just confirmed their relationship to the public."
"Maybe the date went bad then..." Destin trailed off, quickly typing on his phone, before turning to me, "No, it couldn't have been, they still follow each other and so does Sebastian and Mylo."
"The only other option is that she cheated on Ariana and Greyson wouldn't do that."
"I have an idea."
"Destin—"
"It isn't bad, I promise," He reassured, standing up excitedly. "Remember like a week ago Greyson told you she was going to the VMA's so she swapped weeks with you and got Adeya early? It was also confirmed that Ariana's going too and obviously Greyson isn't an artist, so why would she go, unless she's going with someone...and if she's there with Ariana, then we'll know for sure that she's dating her but if not, then we'll know that we got something wrong."
"I mean it sounds good, but it's last minute and I also have Dey. I can't pull that off in three hours," I said, checking my phone to see that it was five now, which wasn't ideal at all.
"Oh, we can get this done, don't worry,"
***
Greyson's Pov
Even though I knew she was the only one home, I was still surprised to see Ariana, when she opened the door. We hadn't talked since a few days into my Romania trip and the whole Jenna thing unfolded, so I was nervous, I figured it would be awkward or she'd be angry.
Ariana just welcomed me in, shutting the door behind us, as we both thought it was best to talk in her living room. Sitting across from me, it was silent for a bit, both of us unsure how to approach the conversation. I could see she had a lot on her mind, something weighing down on her, but she didn't know how to form it into words.
"Ariana, I—" I started, getting interrupted by her anyway.
"I'm not mad," She blurted, our eyes meeting while she went on to explain. "You're not my girlfriend, you're feel to kiss and fuck whoever...I can't blame you for that, Greyson—"
"I don't want whatever we had to be over, Ariana. I didn't know if I wanted to settle then, I was okay with our fling being just a fling and us being free to do whatever...and while that was fine for the moment, I don't want that anymore. Jenna just—it happened—"
She didn't say anything right away though, instead moving her seat to be closer to me as she grabbed my hand, the both of us only inches apart, "I don't wanna know, I honestly don't care about that, okay? I fucked up too, Pete got the rest of his things from our apartment in New York and while you were gone, we—"
"It doesn't matter," I said honestly, not even caring about it. "Like you said, we aren't together, so I can't be mad, but I was being serious. I do want to be something more, even if it takes time for us to get there."
Ariana smiled, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she cocked her head to the side, "Are you—are you asking me to be exclusive?"
"Only if you want that too, but if not, it's okay, we can just stay casual and like—"
"Walk with me tonight," She shrugged, in all seriousness. "I have to start getting ready now or I'll be late, but if you really want this, prove it. We can debut tonight on the carpet."
"And what about your team? Your manager?"
"I'll deal with them,"
"Then I'll be there tonight, with you,"
"Good," the singer smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek before getting up. "I'll see you at eight."
