L I V E and L A U G H

  Beth smiled. “Yeah you’re getting the hang of it. I told you it wasn’t that bad.” The afternoon sun bounced off the blue water, making the lake glitter. “It’s kinda relaxing isn’t it?”

Ben hummed his agreement, the picturesque scene around them relaxing him in a way he wouldn't have been able to achieve back home. He noticed Beth get more comfortable after letting the boat drift, and stretched out as well. 

I hereby give you my expressed permission to submit any information you have over my identity, whether it may or may not be a cover for a possible superhero alter ego. Aw dude, I knew you cared. 

  "I love to laugh, especially when there’s a humor filled friend beside you cracking jokes." Jacelynn was pointing towards him in the saying, flirting.

Ben grinned before tackling her under the water, cackling. He was taken under for a moment as well, and came up with a shake of his head to get the water off. "Payback is a bitch, Jace." He laughed, running a hand through his hair to fix it.

  Beth laghed. “Get in.” she motioned to the wooden boat. She started to push the boat into the water before hopping in. The water was calm, perfect for canoeing. Beth laughed at Ben. “Have you never been canoeing before?” she asked, laughing lightly. She could tell by the way he looked he wasn’t too familiar with this type of thing. Beth wasn’t much of a pro with it either, but she didn’t think it was too hard. 

Ben hurried to get in the boat as Beth pushed it into the water, nearly missing it as he haphazardly threw his legs over the side. "Ah, no, no I haven't. That obvious? I thought I was pulling off the suave first timer pretty well." Ben told her, balancing himself before sitting.

  I’m not sick yet, but I will be if my diet of candy and pizza continues.

I don't know, maybe you just haven't built up enough of a tolerance. Maybe you just have to eat more. I'm a good influence,  you should listen to me.

  "The adrenaline you get from going to the hot tub after the pool is amazing." Jacelynn laughed thinking about how she did that with her mom at a hotel in Georgia. "Has anyone ever told you, you have a cute laugh? It’s the first time I have heard it." 

"I know, it totally is!" Ben scratched the back of his head, chuckling. "Ah, no, not really, But thanks." He said, smiling. "I think you can tell a lot about a person from what they laugh at. Humor is part of the soul." He said over dramatically, ending with a toothy grin.

  Normally I’d embrace it, but I’d rather not throw up right now. Plus, emptying my stomach will just give me another reason to eat some more.

Aw, man, you sick? That's got to suck.

I can't stop eating.

Canoeing Lesson // Ben and Beth

Canoeing. Ben was going to learn canoeing. It was something he had never done, and had never really given much thought to doing, and so it was perfect. Nothing about it reminded him of home or his friends or anything other than new experiences in somewhere fresh. Somewhere with no memories attached. Camp would give him new memories, ones he never had to associate with anyone but himself. It would be great. And it was going to start with canoeing. 

  Jacelynn made a defeated face jutting out her bottom lip a little. “Well if you are going to sit at the edge, then why be in the swimming pool?” She teasingly said as she put her arms behind her head.

"I like to get super hot and then jump in. It's like that hot tub effect; when you sit in a hot tub for a while then jump in a cold pool and it's an amazing rush." Ben laughed, swirling his feet in the water. "Have you ever done that?"

  Wow! I promise to keep your secret identity and not sell you out to the papers. Did you just admit that you are a serial killer? I mean it sounds like you know the tools of the trade.

Man, I bet you could make a killing from the Daily Bugle. Did I? I could have been trying to throw you off. Or I could just be trying to advise you on how to stay away from serial killers. The world may never know.

  Ew. That’s disgusting. You’d have to eat an extremely large amount of food to eat yourself into a coma. And then dying. Yeah, that sounds like the ideal death, I think.

Hey, don't knock it. Either way it's death, so I might as well die full.

  I think I’ve heard of some people eating themselves into actual comas. That doesn’t sound extremely pleasant.

Oh my, God. I don't know if that's horrifying or the way I want to die. I am so torn.

  Jacelynn chuckled turning away from the splash. “It is fair to dunk someone in a pool.” She kept the smile plastered on her face, trying to stay happy for as long as she could. 

"It is not proper pool etiquette to dunk while someone is obviously comfortable. Against concrete. Yeah." Ben chuckled, pulling himself up to sit on the edge of the pool. The concrete was warm from the sun, and he probably wouldn't be able to sit on it for too long before wanting to get back in the water.

  Are you a superhero? If you are I promise not to tell. You never know these days. That is how you probably lure your victims. They expect a old man with greasy hair and crooked teeth.

I am. I totally am, man. You caught me. Yeah but if you expect a serial killer to look a certain way won't you be less suspicious of them because it would be too obvious for them to be a serial killer?

  Oh, come on! That cannot be true. I bet you’d be good at some sport. 

If eating and sleeping were sports, I'd go pro in under a day. Well, I guess there's competitive eating. But that sounds potentially dangerous. 

Ben held his breath when he felt himself being pushed under, laughing a bit when he came back up. He splashed Jacelynn halfheartedly, "No fair, jerk." He chuckled, but he understood what she was trying to do. He could appreciate the effort, so he tried to let himself unwind from the unwelcome reminder of his twin.