"You look gorgeous!" Baggie leans in and kisses her knuckles. She sneers at his gentleness as she takes his arm and move towards their reserved table.

Baggie sips his drink and drops a gentle smirk. He glares at her and reaches for her hand.

"You look beautiful today, baby." He squeezes her soothing hand. She bites her lips and gazes him.

"And you look smoking today, ketchup," she says, with a slight moan at the end of the sentence. They giggle, continuing the stare-game. 

Baggie recollects the day he met Jenny.

He was trying on his new trends in the photoshoot when he realized the stain on the shirt. Baggie had called the designer immediately and started scolding her. But the more they fought, the more closer they seemed to inch. 

That night they both spent in Baggie's house, making out.

"I'm damn glad that I scolded you!" Baggie laughs. He feels a slender leg mingling with his jeans. He inhales deeply.

Jenny licks her lips, "That wasn't a stain, baby." She leans on the table, almost exposing her fluffed up boobs, "That was my lipstick. You've no idea how many times you've worn my kisses over this sexy body."

Baggie sinks back in his seat, "And you've no idea how aroused I am right now. After supper, we're going at my place."

***

The waiter greets them before taking the orders. His lazy eyes suddenly widen with the picture of Jenny, enjoying with Baggie. The eyes gleam with confusion as he shakes his head to stay focused and uninvolved. 

Baggie frowns, staring at the waiter.

"Um...you alright?"

"Y-yeah. I think so..." the waiter eyes Jenny one last time before turning to his notepad and scribbling it with orders. 

He smiles and rushes to the kitchen, still draped with confusion. What the heck?!!

***

"Jesus, you-" Cello presses his lips over hers. She wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. 

Cello hungrily pulls apart and looks down at her figure. "Jesus, Gizella, how many times will you steal my heart? I just have one!" He chuckles, caressing her waist.

"You know your heart is all mine, Cel." Gizella smiles, panting. "And so is your-"

"Which you'll get after dinner, baby." Cello winks before taking her by the waist and walking towards their table. They both settle down, pleasurably.

Cello snaps his fingers and a waiter hurries to them. He looks at Gizella. "Say your items, honey."

"Well, nothing's as delicious as you, but since I need to order food, I'd prefer a steak for now."

The couple exchange a flaring gaze while the waiter's face drowns in sweat as he observes Gizella. Damn, Mark was right. This women is crazy!

The waiter writes down the items with shaky hands and leaves with an anxious smile. He infiltrates in the pantry and wipes off his face as he glares Mark.

"You were right. That woman's a witch!" he jerkily says.

"Witch? I'd call her a bitch. Poor guys..." Mark flashes with sadness, getting back to work.

***

After a great deal of arousing chatting, Gizella feels the urge. Cello could already imagine her in the bed...

"Cello-jello, I've to go to the washroom. Be right back, alright?" Gizella smiles adorably and stands up from the seat, revealing  her short dress that almost exposes her well-maintained ass. Cello sinks in his chair, watching her figure as she slowly walks towards the restroom.

"I love her..." he mutters. The phone rings with notifications, catching his notice. He picks it up and reads the texts in the Group Chat.

Kyle- You guys reached?

Ryan- Not me. Yet. I don't feel like meeting her "friend".

Nick- If you love her, then shut up and visit her.

Kyle- Did she DM you back that day? In Instagram?

Ryan- She messaged me back but...

Kyle- Send me the screenshots.

Ryan- Fine. Wait a sec-

Baggie- Guys, am with my baby right now!

Zen- You are a dad?!

Baggie- Fuck off

Cello- Reached. With bae. She's in the washroom but I can already feel her body in my hands.

Zen- you don't need a baby right now. He'll just throw you off your bed.

...

Cello puts down his phone and sighs. She hasn't been back yet. He decides to get some fresh air before the supper.

He stands up and walks out, unnoticed by the two waiters with pity eyes.

***

"Who's that?" Jenny asks him, observing the smile as he texts on his phone.

"Remember that idiot, Zen? He's telling me foolish things about us."

Jenny stands up and stretches, revealing her curves intently. Baggie's jaw drops and he smirks slightly.

Jenny leans forward and kisses his earlobe. "I'm going to take a phone call in the nature."

She walks out, biting her lips as she turns at Baggie seductively. Baggie arouses and follows her quickly.

"Nature, huh?" Baggie groans quietly.

***

Cello breathes in the fresh air. But he soon realises that it's not as fresh as he expected it to be.

He decides to listen to some music as he pulls out a pair of earplugs from his pocket.

A soothing music starts in his ears. He inhales, feeling the sexiness of the song as he reminds himself of Gizella. He recalls the day he met her.

She was their secretary. Cello was dressing himself up for a performance when the door locked itself behind him.

He turned and a seductive Gizella appeared before him. He watched her silently as she walked towards him. "There's a problem with the song, sir."

Cello gazed her from the mirror as he tried to knot his tie. "My song? What's the problem?"

She leaned against the wall, unbuttoning her shirt. "You seemed to add 'Love is beautiful.'"

Cello smirked at her figure as she threw off her shirt on the table. He started wrapping his tie around her waist. "So? what's the problem with it?"

She bites her lips, feeling him kiss her neck. "It should've been– 'Love is sexy'..."

And the day went by in paradise.

He gradually strides around the café. And almost instantly, he notices Gizella.

He rushes over to her, calling her name. But before he could even smile, a wrecked expression covers his face. Gizella is kissing. Baggie. And his dreams seem to shatter.

An emotional music rings in his mind.

He clenches his fist as he marches off towards them. They don't notice him standing with crossed arms.

He looks at poor Gizella, with lips pressed against Baggie's. He hears the quiet moans trailing out of the kiss.

This is it.

Cello pulls Gizella apart from Baggie and starts smashing his lips on hers. Baggie's jaw drops.

He pulls her back. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!!"

Cello frowns. "Wrong with me? After kissing my date, you ask what's wrong with me?!"

"Wait, wait. What?! Bro, she's my  bae. She loves me. Not you."  Baggie pecks her lips, eyeing Cello.

The imaginary music gets sadder.

"Fuck, liar. She's my date! We just came here some time ago. And now she's kissing you? Probably she thought I was you."

Baggie laughs. "You think my Jenny will do that? Never. Now fuck off."

This maddens Cello. He pushes Baggie. "You fuck off. She's mine." He pulls the confused girl towards him and pecks her neck.

She grunts in disgust and runs back to Baggie.

Emotional music starts playing in high volume as Cello stands there, stunned by all this.

"But–"

"Huh, told you she's mine. Now, for the last time, fuck off."

Cello furrows his eyebrows. "How 'bout we let her decide?"

Baggie smirks. "Sure. Go ahead."
He turns to the beautiful girl and gently utters, "Who is your love, baby?"

She smiles, "Of course, my candy– Baggie."

Cello's musicbox, playing the loudest depressing song, bursts out of his chest, along with his crushed heart. He feels his heart drop on the ground as if a bird's poop.

His eyes burns with tears. He reminds himself of all the days he and Gizella enjoyed together. And now, everything was vanishing. She chose Baggie. After all the love he gave her. She fucking chose Baggie.

"No..." He murmurs, watching the love birds kiss again. "NO!"

He pulls the girl apart and pins her to the wall. "See me. See your love, alright? He's not me! You can't choose him over me! You just fucking can't!"

Everything around him dissolves with the maddening, depressed music. Baggie trying to push him. Gizella wailing. Nothing goes to his head. All he thinks about is getting his girl back.

"Cello-Jello–?" The words penetrate through the noisiest music from Cello's head. His hands around the pinned girl softens.

He turns around as Baggie does.

"Gizella?"

"Jenny?"

There stands a girl, a total duplicate of the other one.

***

She rushes towards them. Cello's eyes widden. The music slows down in his head.

"Cello!" This time, the word pierces through his heart. The music stops and his crushed heart operates itself back in his chest. It is Gizella!

He embraces her with a hug. She pulls apart and looks at Baggie with firey eyes. "Don't touch him. Ever again."

After the messed-up situation, the two boys watch each other, eyes moving around the two copies of the same girl.

"Jenny?"

"Gizella?"

The two copies chuckle, "Yes?"

Fuck, it is a screwing love story.

***

"Wait. I'm confused." Baggie scratches his head. Cello stands by him. "So am I."

The girls gaze at the boys for a moment before falling into a loud laughter.

The boys tilt their heads at each other. "Aliens?"

"No, baby. We're..." The girls glare at each other, "Twins!"

The guys' eyes widen so much, it almost looks like it'll ditch on the ground.

"Twins?!!"

"Yup, we're twins."

The world seems to revolve so swift that it feels like they aren't on the ground, but swaying with the air.

"Whaaaaaat??"

One of the girls come forward and clears her throat. "See, I'm Gizella." She looks at Cello, "His girlfriend."

Cello gives her a flying kiss.

"And this is my sister, Jenny." She turns at the duplicate version of herself and points at Baggie, "Your girlfriend."

Jenny leans over Baggie, holding his hand. Baggie smiles.

"And we're twins!"

Silence follows. Breaking with an earthquake of laughter.

"How about we talk it over in a double date?" Cello offers. They all agree.

***

"Wow. I never believed my bae would have a copy of her." Baggie grins, wiping off his fun tears.

"Me too! I seriously thought she left me." Cello retorts, gazing at his Gizella.

"I won't dare do it, Cello-Jello."

"Yo, sister, I think we might've been a little unplanned while declaring our date location." Jenny smirks.

"Very true!" Her sister replies.

"Next time, I'll hold my baby with clarified hands." Cello laughs.

"So will I. Or who knows, if we end up proposing someone else!"

The girls eye their lovers with astonished faces, "proposing?!"

And the boys fall on their lips to grant a deepening kiss. "Why not? I want to marry you someday."

Jenny blushes and stuffs her face against Baggie's chest. "I love you so much."

Cello looks at Gizella and gives her a "We're soon gonna have a baby" expression.

As the food comes, Baggie suddenly recollects something.

"I wonder how Ryan is doing." And he ends it up with a mouthful of pancake, relinquished by Jenny.

***