𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠: Gracie Joyce has always dreamed of being a actress when she grows up. She knew that it would be almost impossible they way her life was going at the moment. When an opportunity for a new movie production find...
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It had been a week since I had been on set to film with Gracie. I enjoyed days off, yes, but I would rather have more days off to distract my mind from running all over the place like it has been the past couple weeks.
It was getting closer to Thanksgiving week and I was dreading the break that we would get. Normally, we would only get that day off, but working with Tanner, who is one hundred percent a family guy, has decided that we can take the whole week off.
I like the guy, but he doesn't exactly have my best interest when he gives us a lot of time off.
A lot of people need it though. Deserve it, and want it. I understand how much the crew and cast has been working and I know they look forward to this break.
But me, all I had to look forward to was sitting on my couch alone, and dreading a terrible Thanksgiving dinner with my dad. I know I had Blake there to back me up always, it didn't mean anything though, dad was going to do his best to make me uncomfortable.
I roll out of bed and put on a plain white shirt and some sweats. It was the weekend, so I decided I was going to hit the gym because I haven't been able to in a while. I texted Blake and asked if he wanted to come with me, I was going to meet him there.
I grab my keys and lock my door. I head down to the lobby of the penthouse and wave at the keeper who sits behind the desk.
Once I get in my car and start driving over to the gym, music blasts in my speakers and keeps my mind distracted for the time being.
Once I pull up I see Blake leaning against his car and sipping on his water bottle. I step out and make my way to him.
"Why the gym today... out of all days?" I knew Saturdays were Blakes lazy days. He had tons of work this week and he told me he was going to rest this whole weekend.
But what's the fun in letting your little brother do that when you can make him work up a sweat.
We both head inside and rent some lockers for our things. Me and Blake head over to weights first and start to work out individually.
I keep my eyes on myself in the mirror as I lift weights. I watch as sweat builds up on my forehead and chest. I part my mouth to control my breathing before I almost drop my weight when I catch something in the mirror.
I stop midway to watch Gracie wrap her hands in gauze, slipping on boxing gloves.
I look over and see Blake is in his own world as he sits on the floor and does his own things. My gaze turns back to the mirror and I catch her dark silky hair being pulled up.
The way that she can make a normal outfit look amazing is a nightmare for me. Already seeing her in nicer clothes for the set and a pair of jeans and a t-shirt already do too much for me.
But right now she is in a sports bra and leggings that fit around her perfectly. She starts hitting the bag, slowly at first, then she picks up speed. Just by looking at her you can tell she knows what she is going through.
