Making Her Mine

by Mia Mills

  Willow

  I am enjoying my hour-break on my bath tub; Aaaah, such a relaxation. I hold in my hand a glass of red wine, just to give a kick for acting. The ceiling has been my favorite view today, like a television of my thoughts.

  I don’t understand the feeling I have right now. These twins keep on running in my mind. I think I am in love with both of them, but am I really in love? It is hard to choose; I don’t want to choose.

  Cole is sweet, caring, and responsible, while Evan is funny, comforting, and energetic; but of course they are both equally hot and handsome, with such gorgeous bodies. I can’t even compare the sizes of their package. I sigh; I don’t even know if they have feelings for me.

  I stand on the tub, lifting my hand against the wall as I allow the water to freely drip, while confusion still kills me. I reach for my towel to dry myself, and I slowly step out of the tub. I remove my shower cap, face the mirror and grab my brush to comb my hair.

  As I brush my hair with my eyes closed, everything flashes back. Me and Evan at the wine cellar, Me and Cole at the dressing room. Oh, this feels so dreadful! I open my eyes and look back at the mirror. I toss my brush back.

  I stand in front of the closet, pulling my outfit for the scene; it would be this loose white spaghetti-strapped bohemian crop top, paired with faded jean short shorts. I toss my towel to the chair and get into the clothes. They reminded me that I don’t have to wear my pair of underwear for this scene. I sigh. This should be fun.

  I pull my hair to a messy bun and fold a blue hanky for a bandana headband. Blue flip flops and sling bag complete my attire. I recheck myself in front of the full-body mirror, deciding if I am good to go.

  “Willow,” I feel jumpy as I hear a knock behind the door calling my name. “Get ready for the take! 5 minutes to roll!” the crew informs me.

  “I’ll be out one minute!” I reply as I perfect the messiness of my bun, and then I turn to twist open the knob, keeping up a pace to follow the crew.

  Evan is standing in front of Cole and the director. I can see that they’re both listening to Bruce’s instructions. I approach them to catch up. “Hi guys,” I hail.

  “Ready for the take?” Cole asks with a smile. “Do you need your script?” he asks as he lends me a copy.

  “No thanks, I already memorized my lines last night.” I answer confidently.

  Bruce explains how the shoot will go, “Alright guys I repeat; this is a romantic comedy. Let’s look alive!” He clarifies. “Willow in this scene, you will tease Evan as he tries to dodge your every flirt.” Bruce looks at me. “Evan, you should feel that you are a playboy who wants to change for Willow to make her feel special and different from the others.” he added.

  “The first sequence for today, Brooke is getting ready, Noah will pick her up, take her to a date; the next, you go off to a boutique to buy her a gift. Later on, you’re going to eat at a restaurant; you’ve read your scripts, you know what to do.” Bruce continues as he yells: “Lights! Camera! Action!”

  I slant my body to favor my face to the mirror as I glide a red lipstick on my lips. HONK! I jounce, smearing the lipstick past my lips as I hear Noah honking his car. “Fuck!” I whisper as I grab my sling bag and search for a wet wipe. I wipe the smeared lipstick as I walk towards the door. I toss the soiled wipe in to the bin.

  I shut the door behind me, and I can see Noah’s face light up as he sees me walking out of the door, and strut my way on the pavement. Evan looks down, “Wow! Did she know that I have a foot fetish? I love how she’s showing off her feet?” He mumbles as he opens his car door for me.

  “Excuse me, what?” I cringe asking about what I barely hear him say.

  “Oh no nothing…” he tries to cover it up.

  I go inside his car, bending over intentionally and showing him my ass. As I sit on the passenger’s seat, I see him bite his fist as he shut the door close. He walks around, gets in and drives his car to the boutique.

  At the boutique, I keep on teasing Noah, who’s now crossing his arm slightly as I lean my boobs towards him, pointing at the jewelleries. “What are you doing Brooke?” he asks holding his breath. I look at him and ignore the question, as if no teasing happened.

  “Have you pick something for me?” I ask.

  “Yes,” he answers, keeping his composure. “I had it polished before giving it to you.” he waves at an attendant and she hands him a red jewellery box. “Turn around.” I turn as his hands swiftly brush my neck. He wears the necklace around my neck and caresses my shoulder.

  I love it, a gold choker with a golden teddy bear pendant. “Thank you.” I sweetly thank without facing him.

  I maneuver my body to face the display, bending over to check the bags and purses in row; I peek over my shoulder looking at a blushing Noah behind me. He is clearly feeling uneasy. “Brooke!” he clears his throat, “I’ll check their stuff over there.” he walks past me.

  I follow him and glide my hand down his spine, pressing my breasts behind his arm. I glide up as I tiptoe and whisper seductively, “Let’s go somewhere…” I hear him gulp.

  He abruptly moves forward, away from me. “Uhm, where do you want to go?” His voice cracks from nervousness.

  “Relax. I’m just hungry,” I deflect the tension as I continue to tease.

  “Oh yeah?” he seemed so cute when he’s pissed. “Then let’s go.” he loses his stiffness and pulls me by the hand. “I had a table reserved in the next-door restaurant. Let’s go and eat.” he turns his head and looks at me imposing the last word.

  We go inside Casa Italia. The place is filled with silver and wooden designs, the chaise is made with hard wood and tables are covered with gray linen. An attendant approaches us and Noah introduces himself. She leads us to a table near the glass wall and a waiter approaches us with the menu.

  “Bonjour! Do you know what you’re having?” the waiter asks.

  “Yes, I’ll have scallops for appetizer and the 12-ounce steak. For the lady…” Noah turns to me.

  “I’ll have the poulet méditerranée.” I cross my legs and intentionally glide my foot to Noah. “That would be all. Thank you.” I flash a smile to the waiter as he jots our order down.

  I look at Noah like a hawk looking at its prey. He is looking down and away; never wanting to look me straight in the eyes. I pick my knife and wilfully drop it between the wall and the table, “Oops! Sorry…” I try to be cute. “Noah, will you pick up the knife for me?”

  “Oh sure,” he sarcastically muster but innocently bends down, unaware of what he’s about to see. I pull up the table linen on my lap spread my legs wide, recline my back to the chair and start rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I see him jerk back up, “Uhm, I can’t reach it Brooke. I’ll ask for another one.” I can see he is distorted and annoyed so I blurt.

  The waiter gives us another set. He turns to me with serious face, “Here’s your knife, please don’t drop it again.” he looks mad but I can’t deny that he’s cute when he’s a little pissed off.

  “No worries, I won’t.” I assure him.

  “Monsieur, mademoiselle, here are your orders…” the waiter serves our food with a smile and walks away.

  “Sorry, but are you gay?” I ask Noah straightforward.

  “No!” He answers with a shock and I spot the veins in his grip, making him more masculine. “In fact, I have to clarify things and tell you something.” his voice changes to a more serious note. “I like you, I mean, I have not felt this feeling before. I feel that this might be love. I am not like me when I am with you, you are way different from all the girls I slept--I mean dated,” he wants to sound low-key. “I want to change, I respect you, and I want to take things slowly with you, so we can both understand each other.”

  “I like you too,” I interrupted, “I won’t be here with you if I wasn’t.” I move forward and rest my chin on my palm, “So, can we go now to your place so I can have sex with you?”

  “Yes sure…I mean no, no…”


  “I was just joking. I find you cute when you explain yourself, when you’re pissed and mad.” I giggle.

  “I’m serious, I mean everything I say Brooke, don’t you understand?”

  “Of course I do, I was just kidding.” I burst into a laugh. “I appreciate your respect for me. Let’s enjoy our meal.”

  “And CUT!” Bruce shouts. “Well done guys!” I can see Cole clapping his hand.

  I know I slayed the shoot, I gave it my best and my courage, after all. I keep on inspiring myself to keep me going.

  Willow

  Cut such a pleasing word to hear. We are finally done after shooting for approximately 8 hours; it is 25 minutes pass 2. Evan and I stand in place in the restaurant table of our last scene. I do a little stretching and wiggling to cast away my shooting jitters from the take.

  Bruce stands from his chair and applauds, “Good take!” he smiles as he walks towards the table. “Good work everyone! We’ll be having a short break.” he yells as he went out the studio after picking up a snack.

  Evan pecks a kiss on my face as Cole approaches us. “You two are both good!” Cole shouts as he claps his hand. “We should celebrate; in fact, I have already arranged a perfect trip, you know, as a simple reward for the long day of hard work, especially you, Willow.” Cole gives me a wink.

  “Whaaaat?” I open my arms in shock and slightly push Evan who is laughing. I am so excited! This would be my first time traveling.

  “I know…it is a surprise, we all need this and we deserve some time out to unwind.”

  “Do you know about this Evan?” I ask him, still surprised.

  “Obviously, I did not know about this. Cole is good with surprises.”

  “Willow, we’ll drop you off at your house so you can prepare, pack your things, bring stuff you want to bring. We’ll just pick you up with the limo.” Cole advises as we are going out to the parking lot.

  “We will definitely be back by 3:30; I hope you’re ready by then. We will drive through San Bernardo freeway,” he continues to orient as we head home. “…the Mitchell’s private aviation, would at least be 20 miles east from here.”

  “That would be roughly an hour and thirty minute-s’ drive via limo,” Evan resumes as he glance at me from the front seat. “Once we get there, we’ll fly for about 5 hours and 30 minutes.” Cole adds impressively with detailed information.

  “Wow, I bet you two have been out there a couple of times…” I whack my hands in slow motion.

  We arrive at my house moments later. “See you!” I tell the boys as I go out of the car and I wave goodbye. I jog towards the door; I am so excited to prepare the things I need. The ride up to my place is swift, maybe because I’m just too excited for the trip Cole prepared! I swing open my door and drop my bag and hurry to my room.

  I pull my biggest luggage out. I don’t care how short we are staying but I’m still using this one. I remember this scene, it’s like going back to the first time I pack my bag and run away from home. This time I’m running towards fun, excitement, and relaxation.

  I don’t even know where we are going but I continue to prepare 4 pairs of two-piece; I can mix and match these if I ran out of style. Three set of one piece swimsuit, which accentuates my curves; summer dress, fish net dress, Maxi dress, kimono, flip flop and sandals, shades, etc. What else? Should I bring winter clothes too?

  I feel like I am bringing my entire wardrobe, but who cares? Better be prepared than sorry. Thirty minutes before the boys will arrive, I dress up myself. I wear this very sexy sporty two piece underwear, with my loose v – neck tattered gray shirt paired with elephant-print summer shorts with cute a tussle.

  While waiting for the boys to arrive, I roll my luggage to my living room, picking up my floppy straw hat along the way. I push my luggage out with me to the elevator and proceed to go down to the lobby. I sit in the lounge, waiting for the boys.

  Beep beep! I can hear the limo from the inside. The doorman smiles and approaches me, “Miss, I think your ride’s here.” He moves to my side and carries my bag. “Let me help you with that.”

  I walk out the building, aiming for the limo. Evan swings the door from the inside, inviting me in. The doorman carefully tows my bag to the car as he places it inside. He gives us a warm smile before closing the door. He’s such a sweet old man.

  “Welcome aboard,” I know it’s not a ship but the twins welcome me inside. They hand me a glass of champagne. Finger foods are available too—am I in a hotel? The music is so loud but I dance to the beat.

  We drink a different kind of liquor after the other, and this is my sixth shot. I think. I am a little tipsy though. We drive smoothly through the freeway and we are almost there. We all keep dancing to this upbeat music, it seemed like we were in a bar.

  Finally, we reach the Mitchell’s private aviation. The ground is so wide, like what I see in beach horizon, different types of planes in their own hangar. I am supposed to fetch my bag but an assistant has carried it for us, dope.

  I trip, that’s embarrassing. But the boys are there to handle me with care, a fragile thing.

  “Be careful.” Cole reminds me as he held my arm while I hang from Evan’s wrist. It was a little trip but they’re too vigilant. I release myself from them and stand my ground. I can handle this, I tell myself as I take a step up to the plane.

  More buckets of champagne welcome us inside. We all sit comfortably in these semi-bed chairs thingy. Glasses of champagne rest on each of our arm chair.

  I can’t quite understand what the pilot and his co-pilot announces from overhead speakers, but I guess we are taking of now. I hear the engine is starting, I can see the trees are running. We are ascending, we are up; I can almost see the clouds. See you later, LA.

  I marvel at how big the plane is. A flight attendant leads us to another room, with similar setting as of the limo. “So, where’s the big surprise?” I ask curiously.

  “I don’t want to spoil it.” Cole grins at me, looking at Evan to check if he’s catching up.

  “Don’t look at me, I know nothing.”

  My impatience and excitement grows by each minute that pass. “Please tell meeee…” I beg Cole, clutching his arm. I make a pouty face, trying to win him over to spilling the beans.

  “Fine,” he gives up. “I hope I don’t spoil the surprise by saying it though.” He explains. “It’s a tropical place, a beach, an island.”

  Yes! I packed the right outfits! “Uhm, we’re not going to Malibu right?” I ask.

  Cole bursts out to a laugh. “No, silly. We’re going to the Bahamas.”

  BA HA MAS! My eyes grow wide as soon as Cole utters them. I feel like a child on Christmas morning!

  We get closer and closer, pushing each other as we laugh at our jokes and stories. I have lazy tongue, I have slurred speech and the boys are laughing about, I cringe because I know I am just tipsy.

  Evan embraces me and holds both my shoulder as he gently shakes me “Willoooow, wake up…” I am awake.

  On the other hand Cole is rubbing my legs up and down “Wake up, sleepy head…” I am awake.

  “I am not drunk guys…” I stand up and show off that I am all good. “Just a little tipsy.” I gesture little. I fall to the floor and laugh. Just a little tipsy.

  Willow

  As the plane takes off from the runway, we settle in for the long flight for the Bahamas. I never thought another one of my dreams would come true as fast as it is after meeting the twins. Going to the Bahamas in a private plane was always on my bucket list, and I am finally going together with the twins. I’m so excited.

  Cole asks me if I’m okay. I tell him that I’ve never been more happy and excited in my life. A flight attendant comes in from the crew cabin and begins to serve us drinks from her service cart that she pushes. Evan asks for a Corona and lemon, Bourbon for Cole and a bubbly champagne for me.

  As we have our drinks, the stewardess leaves us alone and goes back to the crew cabin. Evan looks uneasy and more weary
than usual, and I try to ask him if he is okay.

  “I’m a bit stressed but I’m okay.” Evan then keeps silent and I immediately stand up and go to the back of his chair to comfort him with a massage.

  As I start to massage Evan, his tight shoulders begin to loosen up.

  "That's right, Evan. Just loosen up and relax. Your stress will be long gone before we arrive in the Bahamas. Evan puts his hands on my hand while I massage him and I notice Cole is a bit jealous of his twin brother getting a massage from me.

  He puts on his headphones and begins to lip sync to a song. While Cole is listening to his jam, I am planning to get his attention. I try to talk to Cole but he simply responds with a cold shoulder and turn his back at me.

  Evan looks at the two of us and just shakes his head and smiles. I frown while looking at Cole. I have an idea to get his attention that I know he won't be able to resist. I rest my chin on Cole's shoulders; he doesn’t move or disapprove.

  I think he falls into my trap, so I begin to blow warm breaths down on Cole's neck. At first he doesn’t respond but after a couple of times of trying, Cole looks back at me and smiles. I take out my phone and move closer to Cole, taking a selfie with him while I kiss his cheeks.

  I browse on my phone to see some of the photos I took earlier on our way to the airport when my chin is slowly dragged to face Cole. As we stare at each other with our eyes glistening brightly, we slowly kiss.

  I know Evan sees us because he chuckles from his seat. He grabs the cordless intercom phone and he dials in the crew cabin. A female attendant answers and Evan instructs the flight crew not to bother us at any time and that she needs to call in first from the intercom if the captain or she need to speak to him or his brother.

  Evan ends the conversation and we get busy kissing, already taking each other’s top clothes off. Evan approaches us and sits down, sandwiching me in the middle. I kiss Evan immediately as Cole gets rid of my sports bra.