"I'm in the business of misery, lets take it from the top!"

Oliver sat on his old tan beaten up couch, watching one of his all time favorite movies. The couch was stained with memories of spilled soda and various types of food. Oliver's legs were brought up to his chest, a blanket covering them and he had a bowl of sweet caramel popcorn on his lap. He hummed and bobbed his head to the beat of the Time Warp. He new this movie word for word, same with the dance moves, like mentioned before he loved this movie. It was a cool October evening in the Kirkland household, not much was going on this said Friday night for dear old Oliver. His eyes never left the screen when he heard the clanging and thudding of leather boots hitting the stairs. He knew who it was anyways. The walking stopped behind Oliver and where he was sitting on the couch. Oliver looked over his shoulder to see his twin brother, Arthur, standing there, squinting at the screen.

"What is this? Rocky Horror Picture Show?" Arthur asked, his English accent ringing through the empty room. He had his emerald green eyes glued to the screen.
Oliver nodded. "Yeah, it is… Hey? You going out?" the strawberry blonde asked his brother.

"Yeah, I am. Alfred is picking me up soon," Arthur sounded zoned out. Oliver, on the other hand perked up hearing Alfred's name fall out of the others mouth.

Oliver turned to face him more. "Oh... where are you guys going?" he asked, placing the bowl on the coffee table before Arthur could steal any of his popcorn.

"What do you care? You sound like mum," Arthur made a face and rolled his eyes. He shifted and walked over by the front door.

Oliver looked a bit more at his brother. Arthur was wearing his almost skin tight red, skinny jeans. Those pants always found away to be baggy on him, it amazed Oliver sometimes, Arthur had to wear two belts with them anyways but they don't help. Arthur seemed to be also wearing his Sex Pistols shirt, which hung loosely around his chest. Oliver eyed the belts and black leather boots. How could Alfred, the star football play of their school, be so in love with … that? Oliver was shot out of his thoughts when he noticed Arthur staring at him, giving him an angry look.
"Why the hell are you staring at me like that?" He grimaced, Oliver jumped in response.

"No reason-," His words were cut off by the sound of a car horn, honking.

Arthur grinned and left the house with out a single word, not even saying goodbye or when he was to get back home. Oliver shook his head and rose from his warm spot on the couch going over to look out the window. He watched his brother run into the strong arms of Alfred, kissing him and hugging him. This scene before him made his stomach turn and groan. He felt sick, as he glanced away from it. His baby blue eyes glanced at the red pick up truck. He could make out a few more bodies in the car. He could see Gilbert, Francis, Antonio, and maybe Kiku? Oliver sighed and chewed on his bottom lip. His eyes adverted back to Alfred's figure; he had his back to the house now and was walking back to the car. Oliver marveled over how sculpted he looked, his broad shoulders, all the way down to his lovely toned skin on his muscular legs, which was peaking out from the bottom of his jean shorts. Oliver looked away and crawled back to his spot on the couch. He laid his head down on the seat and pulled the blanked more up on him. Why was Arthur so lucky? Alfred was such a sweet boy! He still is but Arthur was such a… such a… such a asshole! Oliver punched his fist down on the seat and groaned, letting the thought pass through his mind. He needed to call someone. As that crossed his mind, his eyes darted to his cell phone.

"She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock."

"Are you sure it's okay with Arthur that I'm over?" Allen said, sitting down next to the Brit on the couch. "Ya know he fucking hates me right?"

Oliver rolled his eyes and sighed, letting the cuss word slip this time. "Yes I know he hates you and I'm sure you hate him but you are my friend not his…" He fiddled with the edge of the blanket.

The eighteen year old watched the blonde. "Is there something on your mind? I mean you normally don't hang out with people on Friday nights. That's your 'me time'," He said mimicking Oliver.

Oliver nodded. "I don't want to really talk about it but I needed someone in the house who isn't my brother, who is out with your little brother as we speak…" Allen nodded at Oliver's words, understanding completely.

Out of feeling slightly bad for Oliver, Allen wrapped his arm over Oliver shoulder. Normally Oliver would push him off but not only was he enjoying the warmth but the comfort as well. Allen could be mean and uncaring on the outside but really inside he was a softy, especially with Oliver.

Oliver turned to rest his head on Allen's shoulder and let out a long sigh. Allen chuckled and watched the movie that seemed to be on repeat.

"You old timer, you really do love this movie huh?" Allen asked and gnawed on his bottom lip.

"How does this make me an old timer? The movie only came out in 1975, not that long ago!" He turned a bit to look up at Allen.

"Yes but you are sixteen years old and its 2013, I hate to break it to you but you were born in the wrong time era," Oliver pushed Allen's arm off of him after Allen said that.

"Oh shut it, you big oaf," He smiled at him and scooted to the other end of the couch. "Um Allen… Can I ask you something…?" He asks, quietly.
Allen looked away from the TV now, looking at Oliver with confused eyes. "What is it, pops?"
Oliver glared. "Really pops?" Allen laughed in response and Oliver just sighed. "Does your brother really like Arthur?"

Allen blinked a few times and scratched his cheek. "Honestly I don't know what's up with pork chop anymore these days but," Oliver sat up and looked at Allen when he said that, he was egging him on. Allen looked at him and patted his leg. "Look Ollie, I know you like Alfred, I mean who doesn't know but the big lug himself but don't try to ruin this for your brother. They look happy, let them be happy.."

Oliver frowned and looked away. "What about me, Allen? Were can I find happiness with all this when the man I have liked since we were kids is with some one else, my own brother for that matter?"

Allen thought for a moment. "Well you know… I hate your brother and I know you aren't fond of mine either but… Lets make them jealous," He smiled at his own words.

"Jealous, as in how? Like us together?" He laughed a bit and sighed. "Allen, darling they would be expecting as much as mad at us for it," Oliver patted his cheek. "It wouldn't work," he gave him a week smile.

Allen stood up and looked out the window. "Fine, then I got another plan," He smirked as he looked around for cars. "Lets throw a party, my place. We can get the four of us. You, Me, Alfred, and Arthur, to play seven minutes in heaven." Allen looked back at Oliver, who was now smirking as well and sitting at the edge of his seat.

"I like where this is going…" Oliver added. "I will be the one in charge of the whole hat thing, ya know where you pull an object out and it would be a sign for the other person." Oliver still looked confuse but Allen went on. "Say you pull out something that isn't Alfred's but they wont know that because I wont tell anyone."

Oliver sighed. "So what you are trying to say even if I pull out something of yours, you will still push me and Alfred in to the closet?" Allen nodded slowly, the grin-spreading ear from ear. "Lovely, so when will this said party be?"

Allen though for a moment, rubbing his chin in thought. "My house, Friday at 10, during the following week, I want you to drop a lot of hints to Alfred," He said leaning against the wall, he was getting ready to leave.

Oliver gasped and shook his head blushing. "You want me to flirt with him?! I can't do that Allen, I wouldn't be able to get the words out," He groaned and Allen shook his head.

"Try Oliver, try. The kid is not as smart but he can pick up on things the more you try," He walked over the door hearing a car pull up. "I'll see you next Friday," With that he left.

Oliver huddled himself more into the couch and watched the door, waiting for Arthur or even Alfred to come in. Outside Allen received stares and glares from Arthur.

Arthur walked inside, Alfred following behind.

"What the bloody hell was he doing here?" Oliver half smiled at the both of them.

"I invited him over," He answered Arthur's question with a smile, his eyes going to Alfred. He shot him a sweet smile.

Alfred was standing behind Arthur and when he saw that smile he blushed a bit. Not that Arthur noticed.

"Well, tell me so I can lock my stuff up… come on Alfred, lets get to sleep," He said taking a hold of Alfred's wrist, dragging him up the stairs.

Oliver chuckled and lent forward a bit. "Hey there's a party at Allen's house next Friday night!" He called out. "I'm not-," "There will be free booze!" Oliver interrupted. "We'll see," Arthur huffed before slamming his bedroom door shut.

Oliver could only smirk and lay his head down on the pillow, seeing how he did not want to hear if his crush and brother were doing anything up there. Oliver fell asleep watching the ending song to The Rocky Horror Picture show.

This week will be interesting.