ethan's eyes widened. "you've got to be fucking kidding me, grayson. is there any way that we can get this taken down?"
i continued to shave ethan's face, dipped the razor in the water. "it won't make a difference, sadly. you don't know how many people have screenshotted it, or reposted it. do you guys have a manager? a pr team?"
grayson dropped his phone, and closed his eyes. "yeah, i'll get in touch with them right now."
not only was this entire situation bad, but the timing was even worse. ethan literally just posted about us getting engaged, then here comes tammy... pretending that she's back with grayson and having his baby.
i didn't want to freak either of the boys out, but there wasn't too much good publicity that could come out of this.
ethan was extremely concerned, but he couldn't do too much, since i was finishing up with his face. "fuck, i knew that something was wrong with tammi. i can't even imagine how gray's feeling."
i hopped off of the counter, and opened up one of the cabinets under the sink. "this is so bad, i don't even get why she's taking her anger out on you guys." i swiped a hand towel from the cabinet, and closed it. "unplug the sink, please."
ethan reached over, and unplugged the sink. when it was completely drained, he turned the sink back on to get rid of the leftover cream.
i made sure that the water was warm before i placed the hand towel under it. "now you need to sit."
he smiled, and took a seat on the counter. i got on my tiptoes, and used the towel to wipe his face.
before i could say anything, gray came back into the bathroom. "i called our pr people, and they said the best thing for us to do is to... just tell the truth. they want us to sit down and make a video, addressing all of the rumors. i know it's short notice, but are you ready?"
**
tammi
hey, are you busy?
i raised my brows.
why the hell was tammi texting me?
i had a feeling that somebody was behind me, so i decided to step back. like an idiot.
"fuck, mase," ethan groaned. "you stepped on my foot."
i cringed, and turned to face him. "baby, i'm so sorry..."
he kissed my forehead, and stroked my face with his cheek. "baby, you're acting super jumpy. is something going on?"
without even thinking, i handed my phone to ethan.
his smile disappeared, he started to clench his jaw. "fuck, grayson. we can't post the video yet. tammi's still contacting masen," he called out.
grayson made his way downstairs, and groaned. "we'll post the video first thing tomorrow. ask her what she wants."
he passed my phone back to me, and sighed.
masen
what the hell do you
want, tommi?
tammi
it's tammi. you
know this.
masen
like i give a fuck.
proceed.
ethan and grayson peered over my shoulder, and stifled their laughs.
"leave me alone," i groaned. "this is the nicest that i can possibly be, to her."
tammi
we all need to
have a talk. can
i come over?
masen
hell no.
ethan kissed my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around me. "i never thought that i'd be saying this... but what if tammi has something important to say?"
grayson shrugged. "i mean, it could be possible. she isn't coming over here, though. tell her that we'll be at her place in ten minutes."
**
a/n: hmmmmm.... i wonder what tammi has to say...
