Seventh period rolls around and it is now home economics. The first unit for this class is sewing; the lesson of the day is hands-on learning with how to work a sewing machine.

On each table, there is a sewing machine. To the left of the classroom, lining the wall, is a row of boxes. In front of the classroom is Ashton Irwin, who is sitting next to the desk on his swivel chair. Once all the students in the class is in the classroom and the late bell rings, Ashton starts his class.

"So, today we are going to SEW. Get it?" A smile begins to grow on his face. "'So'? 'Sew'? Yeah? Yeah?"

The students stare at him in silence.

Ashton sighs as he shakes his head. "Aiy, I've been hanging around Harry for too much." He pushes himself toward the desk and attempts to put his feet up on it, but misses. He fumbles with his legs as he tries again, then finally manages to. "Partner up and we're gonna those jerseys for your...curling game."

From the middle of the classroom, Evelyna raises her hand. "I think it's hockey, not curling."

"Oh! I think you're right!" Ashton slides his feet off from the desk. "Alright, partner up! We got some jerseys to make! Or sew! You will be making your partner's jersey and your partner will be making your jersey. Everything are in those boxes. So make sure you know how to spell each other's last name!" He chuckles. "Names and numbers will be on the board anyway, just in case." He gets up from his swivel chair and starts writing up the roster on the whiteboard.

Everyone gets up and starts pairing with each other.

Brendan of course swaggers over to Evelyna with that smirk of his. "Hey, Evelyna—"

Before he could continue talking, Evelyna hastily pulls the closest student to her. "Sorry Gally, I'm pairing up with—" She turns to who she grabbed. "—Beau."

"Yeah!" Beau exclaims goofily, not minding that he just got pulled into a pair. "'Cause I'm gonna be the president of California!"

"Yeah, so scat!" With her free hand, Evelyna whips out a spray can and starts squirting liquid at Brendan.

Brendan covers himself from the liquid with his hands. Once Evelyna stops her spraying, he lowers down his hands with a sorry look. "Aw, you don't need to worry about putting cologne on me— I already got that covered. But it's sweet to know that you care." With a smirk, he walks off.

Evelyna growls at him as he pairs up with Ryan Faragher.

Beau then gets up with Evelyna and walks over to the boxes, which are filled with blank jerseys and patches of numbers and letters and the team's logo. They each grab a jersey and a logo patch and the correct patches for their numbers and last name; they then return to their desks.

Beau spreads out the patches on the desk and begins matching them with what is written on the board. "Two sets of small numbers for the sleeves..." He slides four "4"s to aside. "Check! One set of big numbers for the back..." He plops two, large "4"s on the desk. "Check! One logo patch..." He plops the big logo of Niall as a leprechaun on top of the two "4"s. "Check! And letter patches for last name..." He spells out "Starikova" with the letter patches, then nods his head. "Is that right, Evelyna?" He turns to her.

Evelyna peers at the patches. "That's right: Starikova! It's Russian." She beams.

"Okay, got it!" He turns on the sewing machine, slips the jersey underneath the needle along with the patch, and begins drilling the patch into it.

Evelyna spreads the front of the jersey nicely underneath the needle of her sewing machine. She then places the logo patch on top of the front of the jersey, perfectly positioned. She turns on the sewing machine and begins to skillfully and gently sew the patch into the jersey.

While the class is silently working on each other's jerseys with the sympathy of needles clicking up and down, Beau shouts, "DUI!!!"

Everyone freezes in their sewing.

Ashton perks up from his phone with raised eyebrows. "DUI?"

"Yup!" Beau beams brightly. "Made it myself! DUI!"

Evelyna eyes Beau with lowered eyebrows. "I think you mean 'DIY.'"

He turns to Evelyna with a confused look. "DIY? No, it's DUI!"

"No, DIY: Do It Yourself."

"DUI: Driving Under the Influence," Ashton adds in.

Beau pauses in a moment of realization. "OHHHHH!!! Okay!" He raises his patched-up jersey in the air. "DIY!" He shakes it as everyone gets back to work.

Evelyna peers up at the jersey in Beau's hand. "Already? That quick? I hadn't even finished the first patch!"

Beau smirks goofily at Evelyna as he lowers down the finished jersey. "I'm just that quick."

Excitement is seen in Evelyna's blue eyes. "Can I see my jersey? Can I? Can I?"

"Sure, sure!" He tries to unravel the jersey, but it won't let go of his left thumb. "Holy shinikes! I think I sewed my thumb into your jersey!"

Evelyna cringes as she grimaces. "Show me when you get your thumb out..." She turns back to continue sewing.

Beau yanks at the jersey; with that, his thumb is set free...along with a small "4" patch. "Oh, I must sew this back on."

He turns back to the sewing machine and drills the patch back in. "There!" He then unfolds the jersey and peers down at it. "This is actually really nice! If I'm done, I can make some more!" He balls up the jersey, puts it aside, and raises his hand. "Mr. Irwin!"

Ashton perks up from his phone. "Yeah?"

"I finished my jersey! Can I make another one?"

"Oh, sure! You're a night quick tailor! Make many more! Here, let me give you the roster of those who aren't in this class." He put his phone down, snatches a piece of paper from his desk, and walks up to Beau. He hands it over to him. "Have fun!"

"Sweet!" He takes it with a smile. "Thanks!" Then he goes off to collect more material to make more jerseys.