Put Me in a Movie

Nine

They say that time flies when you're having fun and that's true. Months pass by and suddenly it's the last day of filming. The movie isn't done yet. It still has to go through the post-production phase of editing and promoting and the premier. Post-production was always your favorite part of being an actress. That meant that there were no more lines that needed to be memorized.

It was your last day of getting to explore the character of Polina, who by now has revealed her spy status to James. He doesn't care about that though because he is infatuated with her. In the end, love wins.

Everyone was celebrating when Miguel said 'cut' for the final time. Hugs and kisses were thrown around liberally. People that you've never seen before came up to you to congratulate you on a job well done.

Peter and Jessica were some of the last two people you hugged. Peter's hug was warm and soft, just like him. Jessica's was long and filled with many emotions. She cried into your shoulder and thanked you for being like a sister to her during these last few months of filming. She broke the hug and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Then, out of nowhere, Miguel comes up to you and hugs you. This action was surprising not only to you but also to everyone around you. They all stared but said nothing, too scared to upset Miguel on their last day.

With his arms wrapped around you and his head hovering around by your ear, he leaned in and whispered, "Meet me outside." He let go of you and walked out of the sound stage.

"He didn't even hug me and I'm the mother of his child," Jessica scoffed. She was the first one to break the awkward silence that followed after Miguel's exit.

You laughed awkwardly at her comment but didn't say anything. Truth be told, you didn't know what to say. Miguel just hugged you and only you in a room filled to the brim with people in the industry. They could go to the press and start a rumor about you and Miguel if they wanted.

You did what Miguel told you to do. Meet him outside. When you walked outside of the sound stage and into the warm California night, you expected him to be there, but he wasn't. You checked all three of the entrances of the sound stage and he was nowhere to be seen. You walked a bit further in your kitten heels around the lot and found him leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette.

"Smoking kills," you say, trying to get his attention.

Miguel looks over at you and chuckles. He then offers the cigarette to you. You accept it and take a hit. Then it hits you, your lips have just touched the place where Miguel's lips once were. You cough. Not because of that cough, but because you've never smoked before.

"Still a virgin?"

"What?"

"A smoking virgin. I can tell that that was your first time smoking." Miguel smirked. A smoking Virgin? Never heard that one before.

You narrow your eyes at him but he doesn't see. The lights are dim around this area. If he wanted to, he could kidnap you and no one would know. He likes the idea of having you all to himself. Miguel offers you the cigarette again, but this time you decline. "Smart decision," he says.

"Why did you ask me to meet you out here?" Your feet were now killing you. Your kitten heels were a size too small and all you wanted to do was go home, take your shoes off, and lounge on your couch while you watched Bridget Jones's Diary with Fern.

"Because I wanted to see if you would come." Miguel puts the cigarette out.

"So I didn't have to come?" You sigh. You could have been halfway home by now. Not that you didn't like the fact that Miguel thought about you. You're just tired and couldn't wait to watch one of your all-time favorite movies.

"I always make girls come."

Is your brain playing mind games with you or are you hearing him correctly, "What?"

"I said, I'll see you tomorrow at the wrap party." Miguel bid you farewell, got in his car, and drove off.

The wrap party was going to be held at your home. It's been a while since a party was hosted at your home. There would be some cleaning that needs to be done, some decorating, and some making sure that no one goes upstairs. It's not that you didn't trust the people you worked with, it's just that you didn't want strangers snooping through your personal belongings. Everyone from the cast and crew was invited to the wrap party plus a few extra celebrities and friends that wanted to come. Meaning people that didn't need to be looking at your stuff were going to be there.

On the drive home, you thought about today. A chapter in your life was closing, but you were excited for the next. Press tours, red carpets, movie premieres, parties, and hopefully some romance.