AN: heyyoo. so guys, here is a new memo, emily don't always call them dad or daddy or pa or papa, most of the time, she use their names. sorry for the late notice :(
Emily's POV
We returned home a.k.a what-they-call-a-house-but-it's-actually-an-XXL-mansion after shopping for stuffs to be put in my room and a lot - I seriously mean that, it's like each of us have 10 shopping bags on each hands full of pieces of clothing and accessories.
They bought -and chose- a couple dresses and its length. I mean, the shorts they picked out is like two quarters of my thighs. "We don't like guys staring at our daughter's thighs and cleveage," says Daddy - uh, that's Luke- grinning. Who would stare at a poopface like me, anyways. So while they were walking around, I made myself a positive and negative list about myself in my head;
Positives:
» Hair that changes colour
» Long legs -that will look great in summer and when I'm slightly tan
» Electric blue eyes with a black tint around it which is extremely rare
» My dimples - probably the best feature?
» My smile - With Dad's smile, it is seriously what I think my second best feature. (why am I complimenting myself pfft)
» Friendly personality
» Will laugh at anything
Negatives;
» My laugh - people usually laugh at my laugh instead of the joke.
» My height - people said I'm tall for my age and underweight. Don't blame me, blame my father for being big ass tall (I just cursed. Okay I seriously hate it when people make fun of my height)
» My nerdiness - I can't fight that.
» My photogenic memories - I like it because I can use it to memorize facts and stuffs but I hate it cause every time I saw a razor, I will be seeing myself in a scene where I cut myself. But luckily Chris saved me.
» Almost flat chested - I obviously explained to them how no guy is going to stare at my cleveage, cause I seriously don't have big 'pillows', but the insisted and said "It's going to grow somehow," and laugh and apologized after that.
» I blush a lot - The fact this is the one I hate the most, is seriously true. It's like the more I blush because of something, and then the people tell me I'm blushing, it get redder than a tomato and Taylor Swift's lipstick. It's really quick too.
People, especially Pa (Ashton) keep on saying how I really look like Luke, I mean seriously, I inherited my facial features from a good looking guy like that? That is as ridiculous as fake tan boys in February. Or probably more.
They bought a lot of stuffs, like the whole car ride home is all of us squishing each other. Their choice though, the clothes. Many clothes. They - through the transaction I almost put half of it back, but Ashton didn't want me too. He said "It was just a swipe of a card." - spent almost two thousand today.
It is crazy, you know. Knowing that these people that you just known for less than a week actually care for you and you can trust them. If you ask me, it feels good to have father figures protecting you and loving you. I don't only have one dad, but I was blessed with four dorky ones. It is good to know that those nights you have nightmares, their strong arms will be wrapped around you, tell you you're going to be safe and sound with them (in which case, it didn't happen to me and Luke before, because his daughter couldn't turn out as 'beautiful' as me. Pfft whatever.). It is good to have four people care for you, just like your old ones did. Everything is better right now and I couldn't ask for anything better.
