Paul and Emma stared at each other awkwardly. Maria, Cassie, and Charlotte exchanged uncomfortable glances, trying to decide whether they should stay in the kitchen, or make an escape.

"What did she say to you?" Emma crossed her arms, "can you tell us why she's not here yet? I still think its really sketchy."

"I wish I could tell you why she's not here. But she doesn't want me to."

"So you do know why she left?"

He squinted his eyes, "yeah, I do, but like I said, I'm not allowed to tell you anything. She wants to deal with you guys herself."

"How about you just fucking tell me, and Olivia can find out later," she leaned over him, putting her palm down on the table, making an attempt at intimidating him, "I'll even pretend to act surprised when she comes home and tells us."

He hung his head and let out a small chuckle, "how about you can just chill the fuck out and wait for your aunt to come home, then you can find out what's going on," he stood up and pushed his chair in, "that intimidation thing you tried to do there, nice try."

She tried to think of something sarcastic to say back, but she was drawing blanks. After a few seconds clenched her fists and stomped off to her room, her face a shade of red no one had ever seen before. She couldn't get over the fact that he had embarrassed her right in front of her friends.

"I'm sorry you had to witness all that," he sighed, "how many pizzas would it take to feed all of us?"

"Like six," Maria laughed, "the majority here is teenagers."

"There's six people in the house, do we really need six pizzas?" He looked at her, thinking she was joking, but from the serious expression on her face, he knew she wasn't, "alright, six pizzas it is. What kind does everyone want?"

After Maria, Charlotte and Cassie gave them their orders, they all looked at each other awkwardly again, "who's gonna go ask Emma and Olivia?" Maria placed her index finger on her nose, "not me."

Cassie and Charlotte simultaneously did the same with their fingers to their nose, leaving Paul confused, "what does that mean?"

Charlotte giggled, "no nose goes, you're the last to put their finger on their nose, therefore, you lose, and you have to go talk to Emma and Olivia."

He rolled his eyes, "fine," he huffed, "I'll do it," he turned and ran up the stairs, going for the easiest first. He knocked on Olivia's door, hoping she could hear him over the 'Friends' theme song that seemed to be quite loud. She opened the door and pouted, "hi Olivia."

"Hi Paul," she looked down at her feet, "what do you want?"

"If you could have your own pizza with however many toppings you want, what kind would you get?" He then pulled out a single sticky note and a pen, waiting for her answer.

That wasn't anything she had expected him to say, instead of feeling uneasy, she smiled, which then turned into a full-blown laughing fit. After a few seconds, she was still grinning, but blankly staring at him, "I don't even know. I've never been asked that before, Emma and Stephanie always fight over what they want so I just keep to myself and eat what they get."

"Well its all on you now, you can have anything you want. What kind of pizza have you always wanted to try?" He was relieved to see that at least one of the twins wasn't angry.

"This is so much pressure," she thought, "okay, pepperoni and sausage. But it has to be Italian sausage, the big round pieces."

"Pepperoni and Italian sausage, got it," he wrote it on the little paper in his hand, "now to your sister, who's mad at me for returning her ugly attitude." He smiled at her nervously and went to the next bedroom, exhaling loudly, then knocking.

Emma stood up, hoping it was one of the girls, or even her sister. She turned the handle, sighed, and pulled the door towards her, grunting irately seeing it was Paul, "what do you want?"

"Does the attitude ever go away?" He let his arms drop to his sides, "excuse me, but as far as I know, I didn't do anything to deserve you being like this. I'm just following your aunt's orders, if you have a problem, take it up with her, I'm just trying to be nice, okay?"

"I'm sorry," she nodded, "you're right, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just mad at my aunt and I'm taking it out on you because you're the only one here. Its just that she's ignored almost all of the texts I've sent her."

"I just came up here to ask what kind of pizza you wanted. You get one pizza all to yourself," he held up the paper to write her order down."

"Bacon. I want a pizza covered in bacon. Like, double-bacon."

He pushed the pen into the paper, about to write down what she had asked for. He glanced up at the top of the paper, his own order, double-bacon, "apparently great minds think alike."

She cocked her eyebrow, "what does that mean?"

"That's what I'm getting too, double-bacon," he wrote a two at the top of the paper and walked towards the stairs, "I'm gonna go pick them up, I hope that the five of you can handle yourselves for the twenty minutes I will be gone."

"I think we can do that," she smiled, "just make sure you don't take too long, we might start to get a little crazy."

He laughed as he started down the stairs, "okay, I'll be sure not to take too long."