We're Fake

He Needs You

Ethan P.O.V

"Grayson! Dinner's ready!" I yell from downstairs. He didn't answer. I run upstairs and burst into our room. "Grayson. Come and eat." I tell him. He's playing some video game, with his headphones in. "I'm not hungry." He says. I roll my eyes. "Well, do you want some chips or something?" I ask. I'm pretty sure he's starving. He haven't ate all day. "No." He tells me getting impatient. "Could you at least spend some quality time with your twin brother? Maybe we can play football outside." I offer.

"Look Ethan, I just wanna be alone. Okay." He says pausing his game. I throw my hands up in surrender. "Alright. I'm just trying to help."

I walk out the room and automatically begin to text Isabella.

Isabella P.O.V

"Hey! Mom! I'm going to Ethan and Grayson's place for a minute!" I yell walking downstairs. "Okay! If you do anything make sure to use protection!" She shouts back.

"Mom!"

"What! I don't want you pregnant at 16!"

I roll my eyes, as I walk outside and hop in her car. Ethan texted me about Grayson needing me, or some shit. I quickly drive to their house and knock on the door. It's opened by Ethan. "Glad you came." He smiles letting me in. "Are you home alone?" I ask. "Yeah. It's just me and Gray. My mom is at work." He tells me. "Oh. Where is he?" I question. "Upstairs... Playing video games. Call of duty I believe." He says. "Since when does Grayson play video games?"

"Since now." He answer. I sigh as he points upstairs. Do you guys have any chips or something?" I ask walking into the kitchen. "Yeah. In the pantry." He tells me. I grab some chips out of the pantry and quickly go upstairs. "Hey." I say walking in the twins room. Grayson slightly jumps when he notice me. "Isabella? What are you doing here?" He ask throwing his headphones off. His eyes were puffy and red. He was shirtless, and wearing sweat pants.

Really hot.

Just as a friend though. "Ethan told me you were acting weird, so I came to check on you." He gets up, and start to look for his shirt. "You don't have to get uncomfortable just because I'm here." I tell him. He sits down on his bed. I sit besides him as I open the bag of Cheetos. He holds out a hand and I gave him the whole bag. "I already ate. You should eat to." I tell him. "I'm not hungry." I can tell he was lying. "Then give me back my chips."

"Okay. Fine. I'm hungry. I just don't want my mom asking what's wrong and stuff." He explain.

"Than, what is wrong. You can tell me, I'm not your mom. I won't go gossiping to your Grandma and Auntie." I laugh. "Is it about Cara?" I ask. He sighs, "Yeah. She broke up with me."

"And your crying about her?"

"I was not crying." He smiles. "Whatever you say, but their are way better girls then her in." I tell him. "That's what I told her." He starts. "That's great. You know, the faster you move on - "

"I told her that me and you were dating." He quickly say.

"Grayson! You can't just tell people that. Were not dating." I yell at him. "Everyone is gonna think I'm a lonely, loser" He explains. "Well, now I'm everyone is gonna think I steal people's boyfriend, and a whore."

"Please Isabella?" He begs. "Please what?" I ask. "Would you be my fake girlfriend?"