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This had to be one of the longest and painful weekends that Brian endured. Generally, Brian loved it when the weekend came around. He had the chance to get some sleep after waking up early during the weekdays. However, this weekend wasn't the best. Aside from keeping himself busy in his room, he also had to endure his mother's comments about his reckless decisions about getting detention. Was it going to be like this for the next two years before Brian graduated? Why was it that every time his mother looked at him, he could see the look of disgust on her face? As for his father, he barely had the chance to speak with him. At least his sister occasionally poked her head in his room every once in a while to bother him. That was the type of company that he enjoyed.

When John Bender dropped by his house on Sunday for their project, with whatever supplies he had lying around his house, Brian was relieved that he was able to get out for at least some fresh air. He wasn't even going to bother asking John how long they plan on staying at Allison's. He would rather be anywhere else but at home.

John sensed the discouragement coming from Brian. This kid who was able to keep up with his classes and be a stellar student, it was hard to believe that he had parents like that. "How's prison life treating you?" John asked, hoping to at least bring a bit of humor to their walk.

"Only this week left," Brian answered him, "then I'm free."

"It shouldn't be that bad, dude," John told him, "what're they making you do? Keeping you in your room?"

Other than the chores that Brian had to do and keeping up with his schoolwork, there was nothing else. Other than having him try and repair the loss of trust between him and his parents. It also was his decision to keep himself in his room and occasionally come out when he was called for dinner. "Something like that," Brian said, trying to brush it off with a light chuckle.

The rest of the way to Allison's house was in silence. Allison was already outside her home, only wearing one shoe.

John and Brian exchanged a look with one another. "What's the matter with you?" John asked Allison, "lost your glass slippers?" A smirk came upon his lips, considering the public display of affection that he had to suffer through between her and Andrew yesterday.

Allison gave John an annoyed look. When she returned home from the diner date with Andrew, and Claire tagging along, she had hoped that her parents would be home. After Andrew had dropped Allison home, he had decided to go to his own house. At that moment when Allison entered, she hoped that her parents would be back. The only being that greeted her was the cat, which was at least better than coming to an empty house. This morning, Allison thought that she had heard a noise coming inside the house. Immediately, she had jumped out of bed to see if they were back. There was no one inside, which caused her to head outside where she spotted John and Brian. Her mind had been wrapped up on her parents coming back home that she had forgotten about their visit.

"Allison," Brian softly called out to her as she turned her eyes towards him, "you okay?" he asked her.

She was just dandy. How was she supposed to be? "You want to use the garage," she stated and directed John and Brian over to the empty parking garage. A car used to be situated in there and she hadn't seen it since yesterday.

John dropped the materials on the floor and looked around. "We got enough area to use," he said and then motioned to Brian to drop the rest of the tools next to him. "You got any power saws that we can use?" he asked Allison.

"Everything should be in here," Allison said. She walked up to a shelf where a selection of unused tools remained. Half of these tools she didn't know what they were, yet it was intriguing to see how John and Brian were going to use them.

John walked up to the shelf. He eyed the various tools that seemed to have more usage for cobwebs as opposed to ever being used. Before he and Brian got to work with it, they needed to have a design in mind, other than the bookshelf that they agreed from the textbook. "Do we have a design in mind other than adding a cupboard?" John asked Brian.

It had taken Brian a couple of attempts to figure out the right dimensions of the bookshelf with the addition of a cupboard. After many attempts of drawing, erasing, crumpling up the paper, and starting over Brian felt that he had managed to finally get it right. He took out his design and handed it over to John.

John studied the design and then looked up at Brian. "Don't tell me you drew this thing?" John chuckled. It wasn't perfect, but it was clear enough for him to see that it was a bookshelf with a cupboard.

"I didn't," Brian told him, "I just traced it from the textbook, both the bookshelf and the cupboard."

There went John's attempt at teasing Brian about going to Susan and asking her to make a quick sketch. He squinted at the dimensions that Brian had measured, "you can't even read this. Why'd you write it so small, man?" he asked Brian.

After several attempts at tracing, Brian had grown tired and hadn't planned on expanding certain sections of the bookshelf where he could write in the reasonable measurements. He looked over at Allison, who peeked over at the drawing.

"You know," Allison suddenly spoke up, "I can make a quick sketch of the design."

"You draw?" John asked her. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know if he had ever seen Allison drawing anything.

"Susan isn't the only artist in the group, you know," Allison said as she took the design from John's grip and looked at it. It was a good attempt from Brian when he tried to trace the figure, but it was going to be a pain in the neck trying to determine the measurements. Allison headed back inside the house and came back with a medium sized sketchpad. She placed it on the floor and started on the sketch.

Brian and John watched in silence. The moment that she picked up her pencil, she immediately blocked out her surroundings and focused. It was amazing how immersed she became in a sketch that she wasn't responsible for.

"While she does that," John said to Brian, "I'm gonna go and see the tools that we need." He walked to the back of the garage and started his search for the tools.

Brian thought about searching for paint if the Reynolds had any of that lying around. However, they weren't even close to that step yet. Instead, he looked over at Allison's sketch. It was intriguing how quick she was able to fill in the details of the bookshelf just by looking at Brian's drawing. She even took the liberty and wrote in the measurements. "Here," Allison suddenly spoke up as she tore off the paper from the sketchpad and handed it to him. "That should be readable enough."

Brian looked at the sketch. "This is great," he said to her, "thanks Allison." He turned around and headed over to John to show him the improved drawing.

Allison took a deep breath Brian's acknowledgement. She couldn't remember when that last time was that anyone had sounded so sincere, especially when she offered her help to them. She looked over at John's reaction, which was a simple nod of approval.

Now that they had what they needed, it was time to get their hands dirty with this bookshelf. "Ever used a power saw before?" John asked and looked over at Brian.

The projects that they had done prior, it didn't require any use of this type of machinery. "Can't say that I have, but I've seen other people use it."

"How 'bout you?" John looked over at Allison. Just from the gaze, he could tell that she couldn't wait to see how this was going to work. "Then you two better brace yourselves, it's gonna get really loud," he warned and revved up the machine.

Allison gasped at the noise that echoed throughout the garage. Why did it sound so dangerous, yet intriguing? And the fact that it was able to cut through that wood was amazing!

"Shouldn't we be wearing protective eyewear?" Brian tried to yell above the noise.

"Screw that!" John yelled back, "a couple of splinters never hurt anybody!"

Aside from John, Brian was glad that he had bought protective eyewear for his eyes and woodworking gloves. The last thing he needed was to go to a hospital and a reason for his parents to tell him that he was being reckless again.

As Brian and John got to work with the sawing the wood, Allison sat by the steps of the garage and watched them. This was another way of artwork and she wondered why this class was restricted only for the male students. Home Ec class did serve its purpose but Allison didn't find it to be as useful. Then again, she didn't find anything that she learned in that class to be useful at all. What was the point of learning it when all she wanted to do was travel?

Travel. Just that word she had equated it 'running away.' Now that she was in a different position, would her parents have felt the same way as she was feeling now? Would they be as worried as she was? Allison didn't think so. They'd just be happy to be free of the burden they ignored. Perhaps they'd be happy that they didn't have anyone taking anything from the refrigerator, or to find any of their items missing. The joke was on them. Allison was keeping those items until they noticed that they were gone!

And they'd know that it was me who did it! Allison thought. The power saw suddenly stopped and her ears fell in peace at the temporary silent atmosphere. She watched as John and Brian approached the tools and looked around for the materials that they needed.

"Don't tell me you forgot the damn nails and screws!" John snapped at Brian.

"I didn't!" Brian defended himself, "I bought everything here."

"We need those freaking things to put this together," John said.

With a smirk, Allison reached into her pockets and pulled out the small boxes of nails and screws. "Looking for something?" she asked and extended her arm towards them.

"Damn it!" John sighed as he got up from the ground and snatched the boxes from Allison. "Quit screwing around, Ally. We've got work to do."

Brian let out a sigh of relief. At first, he thought that he had forgotten those materials at home and would have to go back and get them. "Hopefully you didn't take anything else," Brian said to her, yet a smile lingered upon his lips at the situation, especially of how John had reacted.

"Just trying to keep everyone on their toes," Allison simply said and leaned back on the wall. For once, it was nice to have people over at her house. Especially ones that wouldn't think of ignoring her.