Alexander glanced at his older sister and froze for a moment in his tracks. She had told him about her crush on Don Lothario five years ago, where her hormones started taking over her and she blushed every time she saw the man cross the street. But, it felt like he had only heard this news for the first time, but he'd known about her crush on Don for five whole years now, though he never knew she would go as far as to sneak off to his house by tram. Alexander was glad his sister had told her about this, because he certainly wouldn't dream of being forbidden from seeing Olivia Spencer-Kim-Lewis, the girl he had met in Study Club at elementary school a few weeks ago, that he had a small, innocent little crush on, which was one thing he had told Cassandra, but not his parents. They would probably be fine with it once they had been told about it, though, because he knew his parents would be fine with anyhting, as long as he told them about it beforehand. Cassandra glanced back at her brother, hoping that he would have been told the news before Mortimer had. One thing about Mortimer that Cassandra didn't like was that, because he was their father, he thought he could scream at Cassandra and Alexander as much as he wanted, which was a side of him that only they had seen, and not the twins. It was unfair, but when the twins grew up to be childen, they would learn how ungrateful and mean Mortimer would become over the simplest of things, like grades and the like. He would not tolerate bad grades if it was science related. Cassandra smiled and thanked Alexander, and asked him if he could keep his lips sealed about what he had just been told. He nodded and he headed over to his own room, not before quickly passing by the room that belonged to Violetta and Pandora, or, as he liked to call the two, the Demon Twins, which sounded a suitable nickname. Those twins bickered more than Dina and Nina Caliente had in their entire lifetime, which was a fair call, considering Dina did set a record for how long she had bickered with Nina, which was around five hours, a record that the twins had probably surpassed by now. He heard them bickering yesterday afternoon, and had argued until eleven pm at night, which was when his parents were usually sound asleep by. They had probably lost their voices by the time they had finished. He listened in at the wall, and sure enough, they were arguing their tiny heads off. Those twins were odd ones, the amount of times they argued with eachother each day. They were always arguing, even about who's toys went where and who's side of the room that each toddler was allowed in. They were the first of the Goths to consider a sibling rivalry, but certainly not the last, as far as Alexander could see.

Cassandra sat on her bed, tears prickling at her eyes as she tried to brush them out, but she couldn't, because the flood just kept on coming, coming and coming. She leant over to the nearest pillow, cried on it for a while, heard a knock on the door but didn't bother to let the person in. It was probably her mum, Bella, telling her off for sneaking out of the house to see Don Lothario, as usual. She just didn't trust Cassandra when it came to her love life. Cassandra felt like she always knew what was best for herself in her love life, and didn't need people like her mum messing with it like this, and this frequently. It was one of her pet peeves in life, that her mum never let her do what she wanted anymore. Her mother tried to be her bodyguard, but Cassandra never wanted that sort of restriction in her life, not one single bit. She just wanted her mum to let her love who she wanted, whether she wanted her to love them or not. Can't there ever be a mother in Willow Creek that respects that their daughter has a love life and shouldn't have a mother bossing her around, telling her who to love and who not to love? Is it against the rules to have your heart choose the person you wanted to fall in love with and not your family? Because Cassandra felt as if this was the case in her life.

Cassandra sniffed at looked at the poster of Albert Simenstein on her wall and wondered if she could somehow be like him, in the way that he had the option to take freedom. He was a social outcast, failed school, dropped out of school, pursued science, and was the first to figure out what the relativity theory was. He was a smart man, and she wanted to be like him in the way that he chose freedom, and ran away from the way worlds were set up back in his time. She looked at Albert Simenstien as a role model, and she had looked at him that way since she was a toddler, when her father, Mortimer taught her to love science for the art it was. She loved science for what it had taught her about life—and no, she didn't mean biology. She liked learning that everything was a mixture, and that she was made up of trillions of cells that died and were reborn every single day of her life, and that each cell performed special jobs. She loved how science taught her to love life for what it was, a gift.

Cassandra heard another knock at the bedroom door, and this time, got up and opened it. It was Bella, of course, in all her Bella Goth glory. Cassandra led her mother inside her room and slid on the edge if the bed next to her.

"Cassandra, I'd like to talk to you about what happened this afternoon with Don," Bella began.

"And how you'd love to mock me, ground me and forbid me from seeing him for the rest of my days," Cassandra moaned, looking forlorn.

"I..." Bella paused. "I...I...I would never forbid you from seeing Don, who appears to be the love of your life, but.." She began again. "But I didn't want to sneaking off to see him. You could have just told me you liked him and I would've let you go on the tram."

"Mum...I love him a lot, and I've only been brave enough to tell him my feelings when I'm a young adult, and it's all the more appropriate," Cassandra admitted.

"I know, but you could've told me you were going, and that you liked him. I was worried about you, honey," Bella spoke.

"But, I love him! You can't change that, Mum!" Cassandra repeated. "For Maxis sakes, respect that your daughter is now a young adult and should be able to make her own choices."

Bella hugged Cassandra, Cassandra hugged her back and Bella let what her daughter had just said sink in. She was glad she'd had this chat.