Angel — "Birdy" (the long haired one)
Carter — "Shawn Mendes" (bc why tf not man)
Brianna — "Maia Mitchell" (the short haired one)
Hope that's okay.
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Josilyn POV
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The table was filled. A pot full of corn, mixed vegetables, rice, and baked chicken. I slid the last plate in front of Angel and then sat in my seat between her and Brianna.
There was no 'my seat' at the dinner table. We all switched up our placements every single day and there were no seats at the head of the table. It was just another one of those ways we could be closer to our children.
"Brianna, phone away. We're at dinner," I sigh and she locks it, sliding it into her lap.
"How was school? Who's first?" Louis asked as he sunk his spoon into his pile of corn.
Carter opened his mouth first, ready to rant about his day, when Brianna cleared her throat and beat him to it, "Um.. my day was good."
Everyone stared at her in shock for a few seconds. She never went first and when she did speak it was a simple 'Fine. Now pass the biscuits please."
And she was staring straight at her dad, waiting for his response.
Louis snapped out of his trance, "That's.. That's great honey. Anything you want to tell us about?"
"No. School was boring." She went back to eating after that, showing that she was done speaking.
It was something and I could tell it meant something to Louis as I gave a small nudge at his leg under the table. He showed a small smile. "Angel?"
"Horrible! I got an 89 on my History test, again!" She exclaimed with frustration.
I chucked lightly, but then abruptly stopped when she looked up at me. Angel and her 89's was not something you laugh about. But, it was just so cute how much she got worked up over such a good grade, "Sweetie that's not–"
"Now guess what I have in my history average?" She asked, tapping the table.
"89?" Carter raised his eyebrows with boredom.
"88! A freaking eighty-eigh–"
"Excuse me Angel. Brianna Tomlinson phone away. Do we need to suspend it from you again?" Louis asks with irritation in his tone.
Brianna exhales a dramatic breath and I set my fork down, taking a deep breath and stopping myself from lashing out as Brianna opened her mouth to argue.
"Listen to your father. Don't talk back. Just do it," I speak calmly and she must've caught onto my unhappy tone because she set her phone on the table, scowling to herself as she began picking at her food.
I turned back to Angel, "I'll help you study for your next test on the next one in there, sweetie you'll be fine. I'm still proud of you," I reassured her. "What's the next chapter on?"
"French Revolution," she scrunched her face up, picking at her vegetables.
My face matched hers but Carter then spoke up, "Well I got a 94 on that history test. And I got a B on my biology test."
"That's my boy!" Louis high fives his son, Carter grinning widely.
Angel frowned, looking down at her plate.
"Dad what the heck, you didn't high five Angel. Yet she got a good grade too." Brianna points to her sister.
"I didn't m—"
