I hope you fall in love,

It's not easy yet not hard,

I hope you fall in love,

And not in a way people would leave scars

To your body against your skin,

To your soul against your will—as

Their words caressing your lips

Their hands swaying your hips,

I hope you fall in love,

Like you're intertwining,

Like you're deserving,

Like that is the last resort

When you want to cry and abort,

I hope you fall in love,

For better or for worse,

Through breaks and aches,

Make this your new story,

A book filled with trial and error,

Love can always find you,

Love is with you,

So I hope you fall with love

And love will eventually come back

//charlie

//

They say I should confront Quinn and straight up confess to him

They said I should control my emotions and never beam

Keep it cool, they say, and choose my words carefully,

Or the next thing I knew, I'm blabbering words endlessly

But I don't want to tell Quinn, never in a million years

Confessing is not really my thing

But they say it's helpful I should face my fears

And take the opportunity that we could be a fling

But I'm still afraid that I may be

Close to saying these feelings are only temporary

//

There must have been something wrong to Benjamin.

He was soaked wet when he came home late at night with crystal eyes and flustered cheeks from the harsh, cold weather. His mother was deeply worried of his boy that she hurriedly searched for a dry towel and covered him with it to warm him up. His father stood up from his seat, shutting the television off — something about a murder and car-napping were all over news — and looked at his son with a disappointed look.

"Where have you been, Benjamin?"

And when he looked up to meet his father's gaze, he said, "I was out for a walk when the rain came." but there was something wrong in how he tell those words. Barbara noticed this and how the words came out of his mouth sounded so monotone however, their parents never took noticed of it since they were concerned. The only thing that's running through the adults' heads is that Benjamin would never be going home late. Not ever.

"Are you busy with school projects?" their father pressed on.

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Oh, Benjamin," his mother briefly embraced him and looked at him with a smile on her face. "We're just glad you're home but please, don't be late at Thanksgiving tomorrow." and he promised before he walked upstairs.

There must have been something wrong to Benjamin.

Fortunately, the morning after, Benjamin stayed in his room with no plans of leaving for his said projects. Oliver also came home from his sleepover with his friends and immediately helped his mother to plan for tonight's event. But Barbara almost walked past Benjamin's room, assuming he's fine, yet saw her brother staring intensely into his bedroom window. Knowing him, he's an outgoing person and would never settle himself onto a chair, immensely drawing his attention in one place.

"You see something interesting?" Barbara dared to jest, leaning against his doorway and waiting for his usual sarcastic remark.

He turned his head towards her with a plain, dull look on his face. He expressed no visible signs of emotions or the plan to say something witty which dawn Barbara that he may not be the brother she used to know. Although his eyes, Barbara observed, looked like they're clouded. She could've asked him so easily what was wrong yet their mother shouted her name from the kitchen for her assistance. She couldn't neglect her mother's request so she hurried down and tried not to get bothered by, perhaps, her brother's antics.

There must have been something wrong to Benjamin.

A lot of invited guests arrived at their house and complemented their decorative place. Everyone knew one another as if all are related by blood and everyone was getting along with everyone that Barbara hardly couldn't tell if her brother's already doing well. When the dinner was being served, one came uninvited through the front door.

"Troy?" Barbara knew Troy as they used to date each other in the past. They ended it on a bad note since Troy was badmouthing her twin and it felt offensive for Barbara since she and Benjamin are ought the same. Their mother knew this from Troy's mother so when he came bursting through the dining room, she was fuming in anger but her husband stopped her before she could make any scene.

Troy was undeniably different that night. His silky blonde hair was hindered as well as his clothes were torn and rugged. He was an ultra hygienic man -- one of the many reasons why they broke up -- and to come up to the public with such attire, he'd probably gone mad. He probably smelled terrible, bathe in dirt and also Barbara saw he had red stains on his jeans, as if he was in a huge accident. He looked at Barbara in horror, "I was right all along!" and in an attempt to embrace Barbara from his personal success of his uncanny discovery, Oliver came in between and pushed him away.

"Don't come near my sister." he threatened his senior.

Troy dared to laugh at the kid, mocking him saying, "What are you talking about? You can't defend yourself with your puny physique especially against him." everyone murmured onto one another, commenting about Troy's statement. "If there's anyone that should be away from you and your sister is that bastard, Benjamin!" he then pointed at their brother who was leaning against the dining hall doorway with his arms crossed against his chest, quietly observing the situation.

"Are you here to mock my son in my own house, boy?" their father intervened, veins visible on his neck as a sign that he's mustering up his anger.

"It was worth to mock Benjamin since everyone should know the truth! I'm in a terrible mess and he's the one to blame. He got me tied up in his own mistake and actually enjoying every single of it like a freak!" he exclaimed, confusing a lot of people of what he's trying to say.

"You're going nuts, Troy. Benjamin's not a freak." Barbara told him.

"He killed someone in the Titanium Park, Barb. He killed Richard Thompson in the most senseless way he could ever do! I'm the witness of how he skinned him alive and tortured him! You have to believe me, Barbara! Stay away from—" just then, a knife on Troy's neck flashed before everyone's eyes, making the ladies screamed in horror and the gentlemen to panic at their feet yet no one dared to get out of the house. They were frozen at their feet by sudden rush of being afraid.

Everyone turned to Benjamin but was surprised when they saw him shivering in fright, his eyes widened from the fast paced turn of events. He's pale as white and his body was shook along with everyone else's. His frightened stare lingered across the room and when everyone followed his gaze, they saw Oliver heaved in frustration and ran his hand through his hair.

"I never thought I'll say this out loud in Thanksgiving but that was wonderful," he looked at Barbara who almost jumped from her feet. "Don't you think, Barbara?"

"W-Why?"

"Everything Troy had said — and probably the next words he wanted to have said — are all true. Benjamin, our adorable brother, killed poor Richard and I, Oliver, killed poor, rugged Troy." he smiled as if he was impressed and at the same time, proud. It was absurd.

"My sons would never do something—!"

"But we did, didn't we, dad? Isn't this what you wanted? You kept telling your trusted friends how of a wimp we are and kept a facade as you compliment us in the public. You won't ever hide from us again."

"A man isn't defined of how many he has to kill!" his father raged.

"But don't you understand? We're doing this for you, dad. We'll kill everyone in this house just to prove our point." everyone was shook in horror. "And if you all leave the house, you'll die in an instant." no one dared to move nor tried the theory that there's a possibility that there are no booby traps outside.

Oliver walked towards Benjamin who shrunk where he stood, regretting every ounce of his sin he had to keep to himself. Oliver smiled at his older brother who was in the verge of tears. Benjamin wanted to escape and wished nothing of this ever happened so he cried. Oliver took his crying as a joyful celebration of what they had accomplished.

There was something wrong to Benjamin and Oliver.

"We did it, brother."