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"Good night, son," said his dad.
"Good night, dad," said Greg.
And then the light turned off and the door closed.
The moment that happened, his phone lit up and just one glance revealed it was a text from Rodrick of all people.
Apparently, he saw him hanging out at the race track and getting in a dangerous car and was wondering if he could talk to his dad about it.
His former Uncle who scammed him by making him buy a typo t-shirt was suddenly texting him about a business opportunity.
His former mom was texting him about how the vehicle he got into was dangerous and he needs to wear something warmer.
This is why he couldn't have good things.
His phone was blowing up by his former family.
He needed a new phone, he needed to talk to his dad about it.
A small smile spread on his face.
He didn't have to reply back to these people.
There was no blood relation to force him to reply back.
He was with his real family, in a real bed.
No Manny rule.
No pig rule.
No forced terrible healthy food.
No Rodrick to ruin his day.
No embarrassment.
And no awful relative showing and staying longer than they should.
But most importantly, no Heffley madness.
Things were so much better here.
He honestly couldn't believe his luck.
He turned his phone off and had a peaceful sleep.
When morning came, his dad had a surprise for him.
The man put a laptop in front of him while he was eating and on it was a beautiful woman who had the most beautiful pair of eyes he has ever seen.
"Crash, meet your mother Sophina," said the man.
He was stunned of course.
She looked at him with the most loving expression as she said. "You're just as handsome as your father. How have you been? Have you been eating enough? Did the others hurt you? Were you given good clothes? Did you get hugs on a regular basis?"
"Sophina, please don't spoil him," said the man. "He might go from 13 to a baby if he's too cuddled"
"I haven't seen my child in 13 years, I need some cuddling time with him." She said.
"Are the boys asleep?" Said the man.
"Yes, it's about 3 in the morning here," she said. "I've just finished stitching my third outfit. I just had to see my baby before I go to bed." She turned to Greg and said. "When your brothers get home, can you tell them not to break into my materials collection? They might listen to you if your father isn't home"
He nodded but then he said. "Ah, can I have my friend Rowley over? I was going to ask Dad about it"
"Rowley?" Said the man. "Well, I'll have to meet his parents. I don't know a thing about this kid"
And Greg started to sweat but nodded.
When he arrived at school, the impact of the rumours of what had happened yesterday was seen immediately as he walked through the halls.
Bullies who were in the middle of it parted ways when they saw him coming, guys whispered about how absurdly strong he was.
Stories about how he had been doing Karate and other stuff on the side, ran rampant, some even believed that he had been hiding it until now, to get people to lower their guard around him.
He could tell the girls were looking at him more, it was a fact of life that a lot of girls are attracted to those who have money to buy them expensive gifts and could fight off anybody who came at them.
The whole day was incredibly smooth, and he could tell his teacher had read his homework because she looked at him differently.
When the day had finished, he had already told Rowley that his new dad was coming around to speak to his parents about coming over to his.
His dad picked him up and he was made to do homework before heading to Rowleys house.
Greg had to navigate for his dad, to get to the house which meant they were a bit late and both of them walked up to the front door.
Greg rang the doorbell and took a step back.
The door soon opened to reveal Rowley father, Robert Jefferson who understandably never like him.
The man had that same look of distaste when he saw him, but his new father stepped in, wearing a tucked in a smart shirt, suit pants and shoes.
"Hello, you must be Mr Jefferson," he said, getting the man's attention. "My name is Robby Leblanc, I am Crash's father. I believe your son has told you about the whole situation with the Heffley family and my own"
He spoke poshly, it was like looking at a completely different man.
Both Greg and Rowley father stared in shock but for two different reasons.
"May I come in, Mr Jefferson?" Said the man.
The man slowly allowed them inside and Rowley was revealed to be in the doorway, his mouth opens when his father tightly fitted and yet very smartly dressed form walked into the house.
Greg guided his dad to the living room.
When Linda Jefferson saw him, the one parent who didn't want to chuck something at the sight of him, her mouth joined her son's.
Greg felt a smug satisfaction as they both sat down, and this time the man wasn't meeting his father because he had to apologise for something.
"Hello, you must be Rowley mother. What a beautiful woman and you both produced a beautiful boy" said the man, his words sweet like honey.
Both Mrs Jefferson and Rowley's cheeks flamed red.
"Would you like some coffee?" Said Mr Jefferson.
"I would love to but I love sticking with a healthy and fresh diet," said the man as Greg looked at him awe. "And my son Crash has been on a healthy and fresh diet ever since he came back to the family. I make sure he has at least one fruit every day so that he has plenty of energy. Coffee is only good for short hours while the natural stuff is both good for the body and increases brain activity in a natural way"
And Greg had never seen both Rowley parents faces change to surprise before today.
"Well, then we won't have one either," said Mrs Jefferson. "Why don't the boys go and play and we can talk?"
"That would be delightful," said the man and Crash went with Rowley to his room but in reality, they planted themselves outside the door and cracking it open for both of them to hear.
Both the Jefferson parents sat down.
"So Mr..." Said Mrs Jefferson.
"Leblanc," he said. "Born and raised in France and that's where I met my wife"
"Wife?" Said Mr Jefferson.
"My wife is a fashion designer," he said, stunning them both. "She's in Paris right now however she does come back occasional or the family goes out to see her. I actually have two older boys. They went with their mother for work experience and should be back by Sunday. When they're not studying, they are working in their music company, making money on the side. While I myself, am a professional race car driver."
And both of them looked like fishes as they learned of the extremely impressive family backing the worst child they had ever met.
"Let's get to the point," he said. "I want your son to come over to my house. I do not allow Crash to play video games until his homework is finished. There are guards around the home and servants to make sure they will always be supervised by an adult. I do not allow my son junk food like chocolate unless its a special treat so your son will be having fruit and vegetables. If something were to happen like your son gets seriously hurt, I will pay for his trip to the ER. If my son comes over and breaks something in the house, I will make sure he pays you back his own way. I believe building character comes before wealth, don't you agree?"
He said all the right things with the kind of tone that promised he wouldn't put up with Greg's nonsense.
Unlike Frank, Robby did not have to be pushed to his absolute limits to show his shiny spine regarding the family.
Greg could actually straighten out under this man.
"Well, we have no problems with him going to your house," said Mr Jefferson. "Please write your address and contact number and we will too. We will pick up our son from your house."
"It's fine," said the man. "There's a bus stop near the house but I understand he's in an unknown neighbourhood. I wouldn't trust him going home by himself or with a stranger even if it was my driver. Let's see how this goes"
And then they shook on it.
Greg and him drove away under the watch of Rowley shocked family.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Said Greg.
"If I teach you. Something terrifying will be born." said the man.
He didn't want Greg to learn how to smooth talk his way into people hearts.
Greg frowned but didn't say anything beyond that.
The next day, the school was shocked when Rowley went up to the car with Greg and was allowed in.
"Hello, Mr Leblanc," said Rowley, as Greg sat beside the driver seat.
"Make sure you don't dirty my seating. Your not my son" he said.
"Yes, sir," said Rowley as Greg felt special.
They drove off and Rowley was the envy of the school.
With music blaring they drove to the house and the gate opened to let them in, Greg enjoyed the look on Rowley's face as they walked out.
"Do you have homework?" The man turned to Greg.
"No, not this time," said Greg.
The man turned to Rowley with a pointed stare but Rowley had no reason to crack because they really weren't assigned homework today.
They entered the house and there was a gasp from Rowley who was shocked.
"I told Rowley to bring trunks because I want to swim with him, is that okay?" Said Greg.
"I don't see why not," said the man. "Have a fun time with your friend. Your father needs to contact some important people."
"Okay, bye dad," said Greg and the man left.
Greg turned to Rowley and said. "Let's go to the pool and then we can play video games."
"Okay," said Rowley.
And Greg lead him to the outdoor pool so that they could take pictures and chill at the pool.
Unfortunately for them it began to rain 20 minutes later so they had to go inside, inside they played video games on the biggest screen Rowley had ever seen.
They were offered fruit and vegetable snacks.
Rowley parents came for him at 5:30, the master of the house was informed of this and the whole house watched Rowley walk out of the gate and join his stunned parents.
They had never stopped outside of such a nice house before.
It was too big of a shock to them, they went from the Heffley household to this.
Rowley got in and his parents got a whiff of the soap he used to clean himself after running inside from the pool.
They had allowed him to shower and then gave back his clothes.
Greg could already see Rowley telling his parents about the amazing time he had at the house.
It was the first time, Greg felt pride that somebody has been around his home before.
He went with his dad to go and eat and both of them enjoyed a meal together before his dad taught him how to make a proper fist and punch a sandbag.
Greg was really smiling.
"Dad," he said while punching.
"Yes," said the man.
"Can I have a new phone?" He said.
The man rose an eyebrow and said. "I thought you might ask that. I have a lot of emergency phones."
And by emergency phones, Greg quickly discovered it wasn't those brick square phones with a measly amount of credit that couldn't even connect to the internet.
They were shiny new smartphones.
"Each one has Unlimited calls and Texts," the man said. "I have one to call my Manager and friends. I don't give out my true number unless I absolutely trust them. It's amazing how easily a fan can track you down if they have the right phone number. I've never been to race with my real phone. You can have one"
And Greg did, he got a shiny gold plated phone.
And the man watched him transfer all his important contacts over and then abandon the old phone.
The following day, the man sent Greg off in a limousine because he had to leave before Greg was awake.
Robby decided to open a letter that came for him yesterday, as he waited for the traffic light to change.
He read.
'Dear Mr LeBlanc.
We would like to invite you to the neighbourhood meeting regarding ways to improve the school. It is not mandatory but we are open to a new way to improve education for our children'.
The school?
From what he read, the school was pretty awful itself and Crash life had been difficult because of the school listening to his mother and her awful ideas.
Thank god, the boy was no longer related to that woman.
As Robby LeBlanc, he might be able to do something the students may actually enjoy but why did he feel a huge headache coming on?
However, if it means, he had a say in that awful school than he would go.
He just prayed that awful Heffley woman wasn't there and the family went on another awful family outing instead.
And scene!