Insomniacs (#1)

62. emerson's

Aria.

Six Valencia's. All stood right in front of me.

But not exactly because they all looked so drastically different. It was actually quite comical, looking at all the sisters standing together but being able to blatantly see their differences.

I swallowed. Locked eyes with Everest who stood besides me in this diner. Their family diner.

Emerson's Kitchen was quite renowned around town. Predominantly because everybody knew the kind Emersons and their several daughters but also because the food was the right amount of perfect. A 90's diner, blue and pink and retro and homely, a spot for hangouts and memories.

Val had informed me that there was a job opening and as soon as she'd mentioned, I took the opportunity to snag it. It took about five minutes talking to Mrs Emerson as she busied around the kitchen for her decide that she loved me. Literally.

"You're so precious and I love you already. You can start tomorrow bug." Were her exact peppy words.

She's fucking beautiful. Still in shape with the same bright blue eyes and wavy blonde hair as Val. Milf, for sure.

I'd only been around her for a few minutes and I wasn't sure what I did for her to get such a good impression but I was glad nevertheless.

"You're a likeable person, bug." Valencia had said to me, "Just that type." She'd wrapped her arms around my shoulders from behind.

I'd disagree but like Mrs Emerson, Val was pretty set on her views. And I didn't need her trying to convince me by outlining every supporting argument for the next hour, in order to prove I'm 'actually a ball of sunshine on the inside'. Because that's exactly what Val would do.

Everest had walked in, ready to pick me up but Val spun me around just as I was to leave.

And six sisters stood in front of me.

"Avalon and Elena." Valencia pointed to the two youngest twins who looked nothing like each other.

Avalon was the only redhead out of the six, freckles dotted all over her face. She had soft and gentle features.

Elena stood besides her, the two hip to hip. Brunette hair and bright blue eyes.

She was also gaping at Everest besides me. So was Avalon though she couldn't look too long without beginning to blush so kept her gaze pinned to the ground.

"Cerelia."

Cerelia waved at me and smiled, dressed in a pretty yellow sundress. Coiled brunette hair and a more laidback vibe to her.

"Aviva."

The meany, I remember Val had said. She looked the part with an oversized black jacket bunched around her arms, her dark brown hair reaching her lower back. She was stunning and I was intrigued by her. Mainly because she looked at me like she wanted to fuck me. I got the vibe instantly.

When I smiled a little, she didn't hesitate in travelling her eyes down my body, smiling back.

"And Camellia."

The oldest and resembled it. She sent me a smile, a controlled and not too informal one. She just exuded maturity with her short dark hair and the pen she tapped against her thigh.

"It's nice to meet you all." I said and Aviva - meany - leant back against the wall behind her.

"You're British?" She asked. I nodded.

"Hot." She mumbled.

"You-" Elena stepped towards Everest. She looked about eight years old and looked up at him with wide, unashamed eyes, "Are gorgeous."