By the time Will and Bree were even halfway through the movie, Jasmine had already chosen her room, unpacked her stuff and was laying on her bed considering having a shower. There was a thought that lingered on her brain, "Where was Will?". It was a Sunday, and Will was never the one to be the religious type. Which meant that in at least Jasmine's eyes, he should be home with her right now. And like always Jasmine wanted what she wanted.<br/><br/>Calling her brother as she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, the phone rang, and Will felt it vibrating but he sure as hell was not going to answer it. This was his time with Bree. The girl he loved and wanted. The one he currently had his arm draped around while his hand slightly moved up and down her back. This pleasant feeling was something that he did not want to lose. He only wanted it to intensify and blossom.<br/><br/>As the credits rolled, Will looked over to the ever beautiful Bree. "I thought it was fine. What did you think?" his words were typical of every movie going experience, but it was she who had chosen it so her opinion mattered more than his own. Also there was something he wanted to add to his words. "Want to come back to my place? This time I will make you a home cooked meal." Will told her not knowing that at this very moment, Jasmine was getting flustered, stripping off her clothes and heading to a shower, a very long shower.