We both laugh whilst we enter the elevator to get to our room downstairs. We aren't the only ones in here. Ben and Jake are both in here too, and they try to make conversation with me and Brooklyn. They are definitely twins.
"Hey guys." I don't know how to address both of them because they are identical. I guess that is my only option. "How's your daily life here?"
One of them pipes up. "Considering we've been here for a day already, it's fine."
And the other, "Oh shut up Ben." I guess this one is Jake. I try to find one difference between them and there is only one. Jake's ear is chipped at the top, just slightly dented. "We all know you love it here."

As we descend down the building, conversation dies down and it's almost silent. A few whispers still fly and linger but that's about it. I look around at the people exchanging quiet thoughts. There's a red-haired woman kissing a man at the corner of the elevator. Her legs are wrapped around his waist and at that thought, I cringe away and look to the next group beside them.
They are all looking at each other at separate times. No one opens their mouth. They are all silent, except from sharing their words through expressions. They mostly aim their eyes at the couple beside them - they both continue to deeply make out.
I look at Brooklyn and he looks at me for a second. There's something there, I can feel it. But it doesn't last. We look at each other until the elevator doors open. "This is our stop." I smile and sigh. We both walk out and leave the kissing couple, who are still in their deep embrace, behind.
Brooklyn stops me with his hands on my shoulders and stands in front of me. As I think the possibilities of what he's going to do, he laughs.
I wonder, "What?" I stare at his straight teeth.
"That was awkward." And then I laugh, finally getting the gist that I wasn't the only one looking at the couple in the corner.
He takes his hands off my shoulders and continues to walk with me as we laugh all the way to our room.
As we arrive, Christian exits the room and barges past me, knocking his shoulder into mine.
"What's his problem?" I say, looking at him walking away with his fists clenched.
"I have no idea." Brooklyn says and opens our door. I walk in and notice clothes are strewn all over the place - the headboard, foot of the bed, floor, wardrobe, wall and even on the picture frame. "What ever it was must have made him angry." He stands behind me and I feel his breaths on my neck, with my hair being tied back.
I look over my shoulder, nod my head once at him and look around the room again. But this time, in fear of the mystery of not know what caused him to become a raging, fist-clenching monster.