This weekend you were at your father's place, and you also happened to have the two kids of your father's house's owners to babysit tonight. You father was out at a dinner with friends, and you were left with the two kids.

The oldest, Simeo, 9 years old, happens to love things such as rocks, archeology and sports, while Joy, his 7 years old younger sister, happened to like handmade activities, gym and crafting bracelets. The two liked you quite well, and you often ended up babysitting them when their mother, Julie, had something to do, or just needed to rest.

Right now, 2:20pm, the two had been tucked in bed upstair in the mezzanine for nap time, both of them sound asleep as you'd be surprised with Owen comming up at your door, a few flowers he picked from his mother's garden before comming as he stood there.

So, as you two were alone, you two decided to lay down in the couch and watch a movie, casually cuddling as you two picked into a bowl of pop-corn sometimes.

"God... I missed chill afternoons with you like that..." Owen mumbled out as his arms were around your waist, eating a pop-corn from the bowl as he scratched his forearm lightly, his eyes darting back to the screen.