you were babysitting a little boy, carl—gillian's, your enemy's, brother—around 6-7 years old. it was already 10pm, and he was still awake, full of energy.

"can we watch a movie?" carl asks, and you couldn't say no to him with those puppy eyes of his.

you turn on the movie and soon enough he starts falling asleep, his head falling against your arm. you carry him to his bedroom, lay him down and tuck him in.

suddenly he says, "my brother always talks about you and how pretty you are." his tone was quiet and slightly giggly as a smile grew on his lips.

your eyes widen a bit, "i think youre confusing me with someone.." you respond.

you then hear voice from behind. "hes not." it was gillian. his brother.