:35 a.m.

"Freda stared out her window, frowning at the sight. Lucas was speaking with Margery, his hands wrapped around her waist. Margery smiled, then laughed and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Freda let out a cry of frustration, and slammed her hands against the glass. This was not how it was supposed to go. Lucas was supposed to be with her. Not Margery. Freda was furious, anger boiled in her blood."

Jimin stopped momentarily to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, and flip the page.

"Freda tore her gaze away from the window and stomped out of the room. She made her way down the darkened hall, grabbing one of the lanterns off the wall. The floorboards creaked beneath each violent step she took. 'Miss?' Freda's menacing eyes flickered in the direction of the voice. Her eyes came to rest upon the gardener. 'Are you alright?'

'I'm fine Carlton. Go back to bed.' He nodded and shrunk back into his room. Freda made her way down the grand staircase, and through the kitchen to the back door. As she made her way through, she paused. Her gaze went to the far back corner of the kitchen. A malicious smile crept onto her features-"

"She kills him." Yoongi interrupted. He passed Jimin, holding a box that was filled with books.

"What?" Jimin asked, furrowing his brows. "You don't know that."

"Yes I do. Freda is probably looking at a weapon of some sorts."

"That doesn't mean she kills him." Jimin argued. "She could kill Margery. Or maybe she's planning on killing herself and framing them for it."

"She kills him. Trust me." Jimin shook his head.

"You're wrong."

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure. Loser buys lunch."

"Deal."

Jimin went back to reading aloud. "Freda pushed open the back door of the kitchen, and set the lantern down on the ground by the wood pile. She could see Lucas and Margery by the oak tree. She began moving across the yard at a relatively slow pace. She didn't want them to hear her approached. As she neared, she could finally hear them talking. 'Lucas, what if your family finds out? They'll never allow it!'

'Margery stop. You're being ridiculous. My family could care less!'

'But I'm not like the other girls, Lucas, I'm nothing like Freda.' Freda stopped, leaning against the tree quietly. She held her breath and listened.

'So?' He stated, angrily. 'I don't want you to be like Freda. She doesn't care about me, she's only into me because of my money.' He spat." Jimin snorted.

"Freda is a gold digger." Yoongi said.

"Most definitely." Jimin agreed. "Freda growled under her breath. 'She's a stuck up brat who gets whatever she wants. Not this time. She doesn't get me.'

'Lucas, I don't know about this.'

'Do you love me?"

'Yes, but-'

'Then trust me, Margery. All this will soon be over. Go now. I'll meet you there.'

Freda watched Margery take off into the woods. She stepped out from behind the tree. 'You really think you can run away from me?' She sneered. Lucas jumped, turning around. He stumbled back, away from Freda.

'What the hell!' He yelled. 'Stay away from me!' Freda shook her head.

'You're supposed to be with me, Lucas, not her. You're supposed to fall in love with me not her, we're supposed to be married.'

'That's too bad. I don't love you. Our engagement is off, Freda. Go find someone else to be your puppet.'

'You poor thing. That's not how it works. You and I are tied together, Lucas. It's such a shame too. You and I would have made a lovely couple. But you threw it all away. You threw your future away for some peasant girl!' She hissed.

'No, I threw away my future to rid myself of you. A monster.'

'You have one last chance Lucas. Me, or her.'

'I pick Margery.' Freda growled.

'Say goodbye, Lucas.'

'Good-'

He never finished his sentence. Lucas's mouth hung upon as he head rolled off his shoulders and both his body and head feel to the dirt with a thud. Freda gripped the handle of the ax in her hands tightly. She huffed. 'Such a shame.' She lifted her head and stared into the woods, wondering if she should go after Margery. She decided against it. The grief of her lover's death would be enough to kill her. Freda dragged the ax backed to the house, and cleaned it before leaning up against the wall, precisely where she had found it. She then returned to her room, crawled under the covers and fell asleep. From under the covers, she smiled to herself."

Jimin sighed. "Okay, you win again. She killed him." He placed the book back in the shelf.

"Is something wrong?"

"Why are classic romance novels like this? Either they die in the end of someone kills them in revenge. It's so boring and overdone." Jimin complained. "For once, why can't they just not die or nobody gets together in the end and they part ways, never to speak or see each other again."

"Why don't you write one then?" Yoongi suggested, breaking up a couple of cardboard boxes and stacking the flag cardboard in a corner.

"Maybe after I finish my story." Jimin said to nobody but himself.

"You're writing a story?"

"Uh," Jimin scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah."

"What's it about?"

"Can't the you. It's not done yet." Yoongi pouted at him and Jimin laughed. "Once it's done, you can be one of the first people to read it."

"When do you think you'll finish?"

"When I stop having writer's block."

"Maybe I can help? With an idea or something."

"I don't know Yoongi."

"Let me try."

"Fine. Um... I left off with... Jesus, I can't even remember what happens in the story to he honest." Jimin said, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to think about where he left off. He wasn't having much luck and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. Yoongi chuckled.

"It's okay, Jiminie."

"This year is going by pretty quickly." Jimin looked out the window, changing the subject. "We're already done February, and spring is right around the corner."

"I know. My professor probably has a lot of assignments to assign." Yoongi told him. "Which means hours upon hours of endless painting. I'm excited."

"I wish my course was as easy as yours. Writing is much tougher than painting."

"No, they're equal. With writing you need to know sentence structure, punctuation and knowing how to make your words flow together to captivate your reading. When you paint you need to know colour schemes, pattern, texture. Is it abstract that you're aiming for or contemporary? Small details like that." Jimin laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I never thought of it like that before."

"You never had a reason to."

"Yoongi," Jimin began. He took the box that was in his hands and broke it, tossing it onto the pile. "Can I see some of your artwork sometime?" Yoongi bit his lip. Most of his painting had him in it. Yoongi searched his brain for what painting and sketches that did not have him in them. He nodded.

"One day." Jimin smiled.

"I look forward to it."