April was finishing getting ready for school as she had her favorite artist, Halsey, playing on her laptop. She quietly sang along to Colors, not being quite as confident with her singing voice as she hoped to be. As she finished tying her hair up she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," she half yelled over her music. Her dad opened the door slightly, peaking his head through it, looking at her. She gave him a confused look until a specific part of the song played and he swung her door open.
"Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams," he sang dramatically. April shook her head, laughing as she walked over to her desk, putting her books into her backpack.
"Why don't I have normal parents?" She joked, closing up her bag before throwing it over her shoulder.
"You don't have normal parents because you have cool parents; look," he told her before dabbing to the last seconds of lyrics of the song - his once perfect hair was now a mess.
April looked at him, horrified, quickly closing her laptop to shut the music off. "Wow, jumping out of my window seems like a great idea right now; please never dab again." She said as she walked past him out of her room, heading down the stairs.
As the smell of waffles filled her nose, a smile spread across her face. Although they didn't have them often, waffles were by far her favorite breakfast food.
"You look like you're ready to eat all the waffles, but also like someone ran over your non-existent cat," was the first thing she heard when she walked into the kitchen.
"Dad dabbed," she said in a defeated tone, underlined with a slight chuckle.
"Tom, we talked about you taking part in online trends."
April sat at the table across from her sister and brother.
"You never let me do anything fun. Max" Tom whined sarcastically. A smile appeared on April's face; she swore sometimes it felt like her dads were actually five year olds trapped in men's bodies.
"Amelia, can I borrow your silver dress later?" April asked while stuffing her face with a waffle.
"You're going to be have to more specific than that, Ap," Amelia responded as she finished off her homework. That's where April and Amelia were different when it came to their personalities: Amelia had a bigger tendency to procrastinate from things and just rely on being able to get them done last minute, while April would rather get everything done first and then just relax without having to stress over all the things she still had to do.
"The one with the lace detailing on the sleeves that you bought for your sixteenth birthday," April replied, pulling her phone out and checking her social media when Amelia nodded her head in approval.
"You shouldn't talk to strangers on the internet," her brother said when he got up to clean away his plate, glancing at April's phone screen to see that she was talking to one of her internet friends.
"And you should chew your food more instead of swallowing it whole," she retorted. April loved her siblings because even though they weren't biologically related, it felt like they had a stronger bond between the three of them than even that of a biological bond. They would tease each other and make dumb remarks, but always in a sarcastic matter that always ended up with them in either a fit of laughter or with smiles plastered on their faces. They were the siblings that everyone was jealous of because of how well they all got on with each other and how they would always put each other first.
"Dil, baby, good morning!" Tom said in a high pitched baby voice, causing the three kids and Max to look in his direction to see him picking up the family Chihuahua, who finally woke up. Squishing his face against Dil in a loving manner, his family just looked at him as if this wasn't a common thing.
"And here all I got this morning was 'you forgot to buy bacon and now I need to come up with a new plan for breakfast,'" Max muttered before taking a sip of his coffee as Tom set the dog down on the floor. Dil, in his usual fashion instantly laid down, continuing to claim his title as the laziest animal the family ever owned.
Amelia smiled to herself as she returned to the last part of her homework; she loved the relationship her dads had- it was so easy to see that they were in love with each other, but you could also tell that they weren't overly sappy and their relationship still held the element of being best friends. It was something Amelia hoped to have in her relationship one day.
"Is everyone still able to make it my recital this weekend? I need to know so I can reserve seats. The organizers get annoyed when you reserve seats for people that don't show up," Rylie said, breaking the few second silence that had fallen in the kitchen. Both Max and Tom responded in an excited tone while Amelia nodded her head, trying to focus on the last math problem and April just hummed in response as she continued to talk to her internet friend.
"Dil, what about you buddy?" Rylie asked, kneeling down on the floor in front of the dog. "I take that as a no," he laughed when Dil instantaneously stood up and walked away from him.
"Alright, just don't come crawling back when you want to go for a walk," he added and the second the word walk was mentioned, Dil ran back to him. "Nice try," he said, standing up and leaving the animal disappointed and confused.
April got up from her chair, cleaning away her now empty plate. Walking past Max, who was deep into reading the newspaper, she whispered, "You know we should've probably left for school like, ten minutes ago." She watched the panic enter Max's eyes when he realized that they were going to be late.
Max shot up from his seat hurriedly, anxiety evident in his voice as he gave out commands. "Get in the car now. Save yourselves; don't try to be heroes and run upstairs for anything you forgot. Go barefoot; there's no time for shoes. Let's go."
The three siblings exchanged looks as they watched their dad nearing a spontaneous combustion, grabbing his keys and practically breaking down the front door when he realized it wasn't unlocked.
When Max finally managed to find the key and unlock the door, he flung himself out faster than he'd ever moved before. The kids took their time following, to Tom's amusement. Shaking his head in disbelief and chuckling, he could only sigh and shout, "Have a good day at school!"
