"Things don't always work out the way we hope. You just have to pick yourself up and find a new direction to go in."
— Joelle Charbonneau

The whole household were in the living room with Ron. Ron was telling Mike, Fi, and Sam, all his rebellious "fascinating" stories in an SPG way, not caring to filter his use of words. Horrified, Gwendolyn was. She doesn't want her Aunt Julie knowing that her children knew things and some inappropriate words because of her niece. And that is why Gwendolyn Cohen died. She couldn't bear knowing that her...

Okay, back to reality. That wouldn't happen. Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep. really deep down, I know Ron wouldn't do that to me.

"...said something about his dog dying or something."

"What?" I said in confusion. Whose dog died? My eyes suddenly widened, a dog died?!
I blinked twice to alternate reality. God, is this really happening?

"It's okay, Mary. We could just do the filming without Maxon."

And the pieces of the puzzle finally fitted. Maxon's dog died so he couldn't come.

"Send him my condolence." I muttered.

Ron went inside my house without any invitation. Well that's really rude.

I wanted to say, "Yes, Ron. Of course you could come in." But I didn't and I just ignored his "etiquette".

"Do you want a glass of water or a juice?" I asked in reflex. I only have Esme as a visitor and even though she practically lives here, I always offer her a drink whenever she's here.

"No thanks," replied Ron.

"Sorry about the place," I said. "I forgot I'll have company so I didn't polish up." I gestured the books I read and haven't read I left everywhere. My mom kept on asking me to pick them up and hoard them in my room but I tend to forget since I read everywhere.

"It's fine," he shrugged. He observed the living room. He looked at the book on the coffee table titled, 50 Shades of Grey. He grinned. "Getting kinky, huh?"

I blushed. "M-m-my sist-t-ter is the one readi-i-ing it." I stuttered.

He just shook his head chuckled. Okay, what the hell does that mean? I wasn't lying! Charlotte was really the one reading it, not me. I'm not ashamed of what I read. Need a change of topic.

"Okay, so about the filmi—" I paused. "Wait, why filming? What exact topic will we do?!"

"Maxon said we'll do a tourist video showing the Philippines." He began to explain.

"The Philippines?"

"The country Maxon got." He said, making himself comfortable on our couch.

"What? How?"

"Well, Sir Tiberius picked representatives for each group before the class started. He saw Maxon and made him our "leader"."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I don't know if that should make me feel better. I'm not the leader-type but that doesn't mean I don't like taking things in control. Now I don't have any reach of control.

"Okay." I said at last.

"I know what you're thinking," he stated.

You do?

"Maxon shouldn't be the leader if he can't even attend a group meeting," he said in a girly voice. I take it his trying to imitate me. "Well, Mary, Maxon is super smart and has the skills. I'm vouching for him. He knows what's his doing so we better just follow him."

I wasn't thinking that! I don't really know him well so I'm not thinking that.

"Is the pizza here, Gwen?" I heard Mike's voice behind me.

"Bloody hell, Mike, don't do that!" I told him, startled then what he said processed in my mind. "You ordered pizza?!" I stared at Mike horrifiedly. Ron is completely forgotten in my mind. I have no money with me! My Mom gave it to Charlotte and she left us food for tonight so we don't really need money at the moment.

"Don't worry, Mummy gave us exact money for pizzas."

"Is that your Harry, Wen?" Fi's voice boomed from the staircase. She was looking at Ron curiously.

"Fi, I think he's Luke!!" Said Mike to his sister, hinting something. I don't know if he meant Luke by Luke Gillepsi or Luke SkyWalker.

"Luke? No, I'm Ron." Ron clarified beside me.

"I didn't know you want to be Hermoynee, Wen."

"Aw! I thought we're theming Star Wars," Mike was pouting.

I didn't know I was holding my breath. Okay, I was right about Luke SkyWalker. Phew!
I mean, not that I'm keeping Luke as a secret or anything..

"What are you guys talking about?" Asked Ron in confusion.

"They're referencing Star Wars and Harry Potter, ignore them."

"Both in such young age?!" Said Ron, astounded.

"Age does not matter," Mike said defensively. "Everyone could learn stuff early."

"Mike, Fiona, I'll call you two down when the pizza guy is here. Go guard your brother or you-know-who will get him!" They haven't finished reading the last book of the series therefore they still think you-know-who is still alive. They both immediately ran upstairs, leaving Ron and I in peace.

After a couple of minutes, I finally had the courage to say, "I'm sorry Ron but I need to bail today too. I need to babysit my cousins."

That's true. But actually, we could start filming while my cousins were upstairs because they'll understand. However, I don't want any company tonight.

"It's okay," Ron said. Thankfully he understood. My smile in my mind faded away when he continued, "you don't need to shoo me away. I could help you. I'm charming with kids. I mean, I'm good with kids." I stared at him, not blinking.

"I insist!" He unfortunately said. "You will when mother loves children and keeps on babysitting even though she doesn't have time. So I help her in my spare time."

"Alright," I said since I have no choice.

I do have a choice. There are two choices:

1) Refuse his offer and probably suffer the consequences. Like being guilty.
2) Accept his offer and suffer the consequences. Like being crazy because of his presence.

I continued, "If you really insist, I guess I could use extra arms."

"Yes, Hermoynee," he imitated Fi's pronunciation. "I insist."

"Are you going to start calling me Hermoine now?" I said worriedly.

"A Ron isn't really well without a—" he paused. He reached for his phone in his back pocket and read something. A moment after, he was laughing. His laugh is lovely though despite my confusion. It's difficult to explain what it sounds like.

"Why are you laughing?" I frowned.

"My sister." He said, or what he tried to say in between his laughter.

"What about her?"

So this might be Ginny.

He took a deep breath, now he's not laughing. "She told me that she got detention today and a letter home because some boy told her 'girls don't fart' so she sat on him and farted," he laughed more. "I'm dying!"

It took me a moment to understand what he's saying then it finally clicked. I was laughing out loud with him.

"How old is your sister?" I was trying to imagine the situation.

"Same age as me."

I giggled. I don't know if which is more unbelievable. The fact that his seventeen-year-old sister farted on someone or the fact that he has a twin sister. Well, assuming that they're twins.

He partially read my mind. "Yes, I have a twin sister. If you're not into guys, my sister has my good looks so you could hit her." He winked.

"Gross Ron!" Before I could speak further, the doorbell rang.

Mike and Fi were running swiftly and carelessly down the stairs.

"PIZZA! PIZZA!" Both of them chanted happily.

When we paid the delivery guy and got the box of pizza, we were all seated in the living room. Ron and I on the couch while Mike and Fi were seated on the floor across us. Sam was sleeping like sated baby upstairs. Mike was getting his second slice of pizza. Fi was eating her third pizza like a hungry cavewoman. Ron and I were eating our first slice.

"They really like pizza, huh?" Ron elbowed me.

"You guys like pizza?" I asked both of them. When they're eating pizza, they show a different side of them. So whenever someone asks them why they eat pizza that much or why they worship pizza, they have a routine/motto.

"It's a lifestyle," said Mike, grinning, there are bits of cheese in his teeth.

"A religion." said Fiona, smirking.

"You got to be committed." They said in unison.