Hey babes! Back again with a new chapter for ya! Things get a little...interesting in this chapter. Read on to find out what I mean.

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Skye laughs heartily as she walks into her apartment, her cell phone pressed up against her ear with her shoulder, allowing her to unlock the door with a little more ease. "I can't believe you actually said that. You are such an idiot."

"Hey, it's not my fault that she took it so seriously," Grant says on the other end, a small laugh in his voice.

"Maybe not entirely." She closes the door behind her and locks it. "But you're still an idiot for saying it."

"Yeah, yeah, what else is new? I'm going to go now, okay?"

"Ooh, got a hot date?" she teases, setting her keys down on her counter and toeing off her shoes. She drops her bag just inside the door.

"Kind of."

She leans back against the wall, crossing one arm casually across her chest. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"I'm uh, I'm having dinner with Jemma Simmons tonight."

Skye's eyes go wide. "Wait. Jemma Simmons the model? Didn't the two of you used to date?"

"Yeah, we did."

"I remember seeing pictures of you two in the magazines and online all the time. How come you guys broke up?" she asks him as she pushes off the wall and steps into the kitchen for a drink. "I don't think the story that was printed was ever very clear. There was a lot of implying of stuff but nothing super concrete."

"We kept things vague for a reason," Grant tells her. "She's actually the one who broke up with me. Her mom got really sick and she wanted to go back home to be there for her family and help out since it was just her dad taking care of her mom. She didn't know how long she'd be gone, so she took a break from modeling and ended things between us so we wouldn't have to try and deal with the whole long-distance thing. But we stayed friends, kept in touch here and there while she's been away."

"Well, that's good, I guess. And are you guys going to get back together now that she's back in the States?" She takes a sip from her cup of juice. She'd rather have coffee but doesn't want to take the time to wait for it to brew.

He takes a deep breath. "Honestly? I don't know. She just got back to LA this weekend and she's been taking her time settling back in, talking to some of her contacts to see if she can start working again with some of the companies she used to model for. But she wants to meet with me so we can catch up in person. If something happens, then great."

Skye smiles into her phone. "Well, good for you."

"Thanks. I do really have to go now so I can get ready."

"Right. Of course. See you tomorrow?"

"We have work, so obviously."

"Duh. See you then."

"Yeah, see ya."

Hanging up her phone, Skye sets it down on the counter and then makes her way into the living room to see Miles sitting on her couch watching TV, the remote held in one hand as he surfs through the channels. His feet are resting up on the coffee table and he looks so at ease and comfortable she can't help but smile.

"Hey." She walks over and leans down over the back of the couch to plant a kiss to his lips.

He smiles up at her. "Hey. Who was on the phone?"

"Just Grant," she tells him as she falls down next to him on the couch. "How long have you been here?"

Miles shrugs, shifting a little on the couch cushion. "A couple of hours. I got done early with some work stuff and I wanted to talk. I wasn't sure when you'd be home, so I just came straight over. I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is, you know that. So what do you want to talk about?" she asks, shifting on the couch to get more comfortable.

He lifts the remote and shuts the TV off, sitting up fully and turning to face her. "Do you love me?"

"What?" She furrows her brows tightly. "What the hell kind of a question is that?"

"A simple one, Skye. It's a yes or no question. Do you love me?"

"Of course I do," she assures him, placing her hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze, her heart starting to race at the implications of his question and the look on his face. "What would make you think that I don't?"

He looks down at the carpet, not saying a word and her confusion just deepens, her heart beating quicker. He never gets like this. In all the time she's known him, he's never been like this. Not once.

"Miles, seriously. Why on earth would you think that I don't love you?"

"Grant," he says, his jaw hard as he looks up at her.

She's a bit taken aback by his answer. "What?"

"Grant Ward," he repeats.

Her heart skips involuntarily but she does her best to ignore it. "What does Grant have anything to do with this?"

"I know you have feelings for him," he accuses, standing up quickly from the couch and taking a few steps away from her. Her heart sinks a little at the indication of it.

"I do not have feelings for him," she says back, turning so she can face him, remaining in her spot on the couch. "Wherever you heard that you heard wrong."

"Maybe I didn't," he continues. "You're always with him—"

"Because we work together."

"—and he's always making you laugh and smile—"

"Because he's funny."

"—you're always on the phone with him or texting him—"

"Because we're friends."

"—and I see the way you look at each other."

She shakes her head. "I don't know what you mean by that."

He spins around quickly to face her. "The way you two look at each other, Skye. That's how I've always looked at you, since the first time I saw you."

"Miles—"

"Skye, please. Let me say this."

She nods her head silently, a few tears already starting to build in her eyes at the thought of where this conversation is going to end. She doesn't want it to, but she has a feeling that nothing she does will change the outcome, that his mind is already made up.

He takes a deep, shaky breath in, looking right at her. "I love you, Skye. And I know you say that you love me too, but in all honesty, can you really see us having any kind of a future together? I know that I can, but I don't want to be the only one that's invested in this relationship. We've been together for a while and it's been really great, I won't lie about that. We've definitely had a lot of great times together. But I also don't want to keep you trapped in this relationship if you don't really want to be with me. I know that you're not as invested in this relationship as I am. I thought that we had something special here. But obviously, we don't. Not anymore."

"Is this you breaking up with me?" she asks him somewhat quietly.

He nods his head. "Yeah, it is. I know you aren't happy with us anymore. I tried to ignore everything I saw for as long as I could, but I just can't do it anymore, Skye. I can't."

"Miles, please. Don't do this. I love you."

"But you're not in love with me," he states, a frown on his face. "It's fine. Or, it will be. Eventually."

"I don't have feelings for Grant," she tells him earnestly, though very deep down she knows she's not being completely honest with herself.

"Stop lying to yourself, Skye. I know that you do."

"So we're really over?" she asks instead of trying to deny it again, knowing it won't do any good at this point.

Miles nods his head. "Yeah, we are. And now you're free to pursue the man you really want to be with."

She shrugs. "Maybe so. But it's not like it'd make much of a difference."

"Why's that?"

"Because he might be getting back together with his ex-girlfriend tonight."

"What?"

Skye sighs. "He's having dinner with her tonight because she just got back into town after being away for a few years. He said that if things go well, then maybe they'll get back together. So it's probably pointless for me to go after him at this point."

"I'm sorry," Miles says and she knows he's being sincere. "Even if you can't be with Grant, I'm sure there's someone else out there who will feel as lucky to have you as I have been."

Skye smiles softly at him. "That person can't be you?"

He smiles sadly. "I think we both know we're a lost cause now. There's no going back to what we used to be. We kind of fizzled out. I just…I hope we can still be friends down the line."

"Yeah, sure. And hey, you know if you ever need someone for one of your indie films, you can always count on me. Whether we're together or not."

He smiles. "Thanks. I'll come by a bit later to get whatever of my things I have here." He steps toward the door.

"Okay." She follows him to the door and waves to him as he makes his way down the hallway.

Once the door is closed, Skye grabs her phone off the counter, immediately unlocking it and dialing a familiar number as she makes her way back to the couch. She swallows thickly as she waits for the call to connect. It's times like these when she really wishes that she were back in Chicago or Bobbi was with her in LA. Conversations like this are much better in person rather than over the phone.

"Hey, pretty lady."

"Hi, Bobbi." She falls down onto the couch with a sigh, pulling her legs up underneath her and sinking as far down into the couch as she can get.

"Whoa. I know that voice. What's going on?"

"Miles and I just broke up."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Wow."

She nods, absentmindedly playing with the hem of her t-shirt. "I know. I mean, technically he's the one that broke up with me, but I think we left things on okay-ish terms."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Neither of us yelled at each other. I mean, he kind of raised his voice a few times. But he also seemed pretty hurt by the idea that I don't love him like he loves me. I've been with him for so long that it's just kind of weird to think about not being with him anymore."

"That makes sense. Did he say why he broke up with you, though? Or did it just come out of nowhere?"

She shifts a little, biting her lip between her teeth. "Um, he accused me of having feelings for Grant."

"And do you?"

"Bobbi!"

"What? Is it wrong of me to ask you that?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"No, it isn't. So do you have feelings for him or not?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"Well, you should probably figure it out before it ends up being too late."

She sighs. "Yeah, believe me, I know."

"Today is a great day."

Skye glances up from her phone to see Grant standing just inside the makeup trailer, Max dutifully at his side as always, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face.

"Oh really," she replies with a small smile, looking up at him as she takes a slow sip from her coffee. "And why would that be?"

"Because Jemma and I got back together last night," he tells her with a wide smile.

Her smile falters but she manages to keep it in place, though it no longer reaches up to her eyes. She hopes he didn't notice. "That's awesome," she tells him, trying her best to sound as sincere as possible.

"Yeah." He sighs happily as he falls down into his makeup chair. Max immediately curls up in front of Grant's chair by his feet. "We were at dinner last night and we were talking about the most random stuff. It was like we hadn't even been apart for very long at all. After a while, I asked her if she had started seeing anyone while she was away. She said no and then asked me pretty much the same thing. I said no and we both decided to give us another try."

"Wow. That's really great, Grant. Congratulations."

He smiles. "Thanks. And hey, maybe we can go on a double date sometime; you and Miles, and me and Jemma."

"Yeah, that uh, that sounds like a great idea."

"What's wrong?" he asks her.

She shakes her head. "Nothing's wrong. Why would you think something's wrong?"

"I know you better than you think I do after being friends for this long, Skye. I know something's wrong. So out with it."

"Miles and I broke up," she tells him, feeling the tears springing up to her eyes despite how hard she fights against them.

"What? I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," she says, wiping quickly at her eyes. "We uh, we...discussed things and figured out we'll be better off with other people. He uh, he said he loves me, but he could tell that I wasn't completely invested in our relationship anymore."

"Were you?"

"I was when we were first together. But I guess things just started to uh, fizzle out, as time went by. We kind of started drifting apart little by little."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry the two of you ended things. You always looked so happy with him."

She gives him a small smile. "Thanks, Grant."

He smiles back. "You're welcome. But you shouldn't be too down about this for too long, I'm sure you'll find someone just as wonderful as you are who loves you and won't ever let you go." He smiles at her before turning around in his chair to face the mirror.

Skye just looks at him sadly and then speaks quietly under her breath, "Yeah, maybe."

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kathrinaelisabeth posted

Guuuuuuys! They unfollowed each other on Twitter and Instagram! Did they break up? Is she free to pursue other options? I need to know! Now!

#Skye #what the hell is going on?

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nikka001 posted

Pretty sure I saw something someone else posted about Grant Ward holding hands with Jemma Simmons the other day. The last anyone knew they broke up when she left for the UK a few years ago. Does this mean that Skyeward isn't happening?

Tumblr sleuths, it's time for you to get to work. Find out what's going on. We're all counting on you.

#Grant Ward #Jemma Simmons #Skye #what's happening?

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