Chapter 4: Acting Like Love

Mason was so proud, he even had custom family wristbands made…

He handed them out like party favors. I think mine’s still buried in my sock drawer.

Grant must have seen these stories and messaged me: “So Mason made those hideous shirts just to wear couple outfits with you? That’s some next-level scheming!”

He added a gif of Sherlock Holmes peering through a magnifying glass. I nearly spat out my coffee.

I was baffled.

Honestly, sometimes I think Grant is a little too invested in our drama. But hey, that’s Hollywood.

No.

I shot back, “No way. Mason just likes making things weird.”

It’s one thing if the fans don’t know, but now even Grant’s shipping us?

I sent a facepalm emoji. If even Grant was buying in, there was no hope for the internet.

As I was thinking how to reply, Mason strolled over and butted in: “Don’t slander me. You’re the one who tried to break up our friendship back then!”

He sounded like a kid defending his favorite toy. I had to stifle a laugh.

Then he added, “And you secretly got married and had a baby without telling us—that’s betrayal number two. Unforgivable!”

Mason’s tone was mock-serious, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. He lived for this kind of banter.

Me: “….”

I just looked at them, wondering if we’d ever actually grow up.

How could this be?

I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. Maybe we were all stuck in a perpetual state of emotional adolescence.

Ten years have passed, and he’s still this childish?

Some things never change. Maybe that’s why we all fit together so well.

Even more ridiculous, Grant, now a married dad, seemed to be holding a grudge against Mason too: “You two got married without telling me—neither of you can say anything!”

He sounded genuinely put out, which only made Mason smirk wider.

They both hung up in a huff.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help grinning. Some dramas never end.

Then Grant posted on Instagram, demanding a wedding gift from Mason.

He tagged us, adding a string of dollar sign emojis. The comments section blew up.

The buzz around Grant’s secret marriage and Mason’s flash wedding hadn’t even faded when this new post shot up the trending charts.

Every entertainment reporter in LA was probably canceling their Pilates class to cover the story.

#GrantCallahanWhere’sMyWeddingGift#

#TenYearsStillGoingStrong#

Fans started posting memes of us as the Avengers, rescuing each other from being single.

Onlookers got sentimental.

People reminisced about the old show. Someone unearthed a fan-made video montage of our best scenes.

“It’s been ten years—my relationship with my husband isn’t even this strong.”

One woman posted a photo of her and her husband binge-watching our show in matching pajamas.

“Feels like I’m reliving my college days!”

Someone else posted a yearbook photo, saying we were the soundtrack to their youth.

“If there’s a reunion project, I’ll ugly cry!”

The hashtags overflowed with fans begging for a reboot, promising to binge every episode again.

Maybe the fans’ enthusiasm was just too much, because a few days later, a network reached out to us.

My agent called me at 7 a.m., her voice trembling with excitement: “They want the whole Steel Triangle for a reality show. Big money, Chloe.”

They dangled a generous fee, hoping we’d sign on as regulars for a rural life reality show.

I pictured us in overalls, trying to milk cows. The idea was so ridiculous, I almost said yes just for the memes.

The other guests, naturally, were Grant and Marissa Lin—the second female lead from our drama.

Marissa had always been the wild card—hilarious, unpredictable, and a total scene-stealer.

I agreed right away.

I was already picturing the memes. Plus, I’d always wanted to try one of those cozy, small-town farm shows.

It wasn’t just nostalgia—I genuinely love these kinds of shows and always dreamed of gathering eggs at sunrise.