Ronnie wasn't kidnapped.
It was a long weekend indeed, and the day had been incredibly sluggish, and was just not passing by, until I heard someone knock the door, and he was Ronnie who was one of my best school friends, who came to our place along with his parents. His parents was in close acquaintance with mine, and were quite familiar with each other. I was indeed exicited about the fact that, they might have an overnight stay at our place, since they lived in a far-off neighborhood. They came to our house after a long time indeed, which in turn was easy enough to convince them for weekend stay. Ronnie's parents were a bit hesitant before, but they were later convinced by my parents and in turn they gained an agreement. My boredom vanished at the pace of light, and the moments were joyous to an extent, wherin we wanted to preserve this weekend till eternity, since Ronnie was one of my best pals. My father checked with them quite often, and always wanted them to feel at home, though...