Disclaimer/Warning: This is an Overgron story, as in Chord Overstreet and Dianna Agron. Obviously none of this is true, and don't waste your time if you don't like it. I'm talking to you, trolls.
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He had invited her up to visit him in late July and there was no way she could've said no even if she had wanted to. Chord spent most of that phone conversation describing what they would do when she got there, including a family party he may or may not have purposely planned for a day she would be there. With all of the talking he did about her, he desperately wanted his family to meet the girl behind all of the stories he had told. They were curious too, of course. Never had they seen his eyes shine the way they did when he told them about the time she initiated a dance party on the bus, or when they went to dinner just the two of them during one of their days off in London. His isters thought it was cute, his brother just smiled and ruffled his hair, telling him this wasn't the only time he'd feel like this for a girl. He wrote off what his brother said, though. Dianna was different, he knew it.
Although they knew word of Dianna being in Tennessee would get out eventually, a driver picked her up from the airport the day she arrived. They wanted her visit to be as peaceful and press-free as possible. She took pictures from the plane, gawking at the flat plains of what she assumed were just fields and farmland. There were few buildings, and the few there were had been scattered across the land so that there were fields between them. This was much different from her home in California, where her neighbors were just a flight of stairs away from her.
The flight was long, and she did her best to entertain herself. By the time the attendant said they were about to touch down her first memory card was already half of the way full with random pictures of scenery and the plane itself, the battery of her iPhone drained dangerously close to red. Having flown in first class she was one of the first off of the plane, and as she stepped through the jet way she tugged her hat farther over her head, hoping she wouldn't get noticed. She found her luggage without much difficulty and met her driver at the gate. He was wearing a suit like most, but his sign read Fuller instead of Agron, another little detail she would've overlooked if Chord hadn't reminded her.
She was giddy as she watched the scenery breeze by her, simple fields of wheat and beautifully natural green pastures full of grazing animals. The driver laughed to himself as he heard the shuttering of her camera. He had been told about Dianna's obsession with photography. He let her know when they were five minutes away from the house and that's when the knots began to form in the pit of her stomach. She gave herself a once over, wondering if the simple outfit she had chosen would be enough to suit its purpose; impressing his family yet not being too flashy or too underdressed. She pondered this with every bit of clothing she was wearing right from her shoes to her hat, wondering afterwards why it mattered so much to her. We're friends, she thought, smoothing the wrinkles from her shirt. He invited me here as a friend.
She continued her internal pep talk until they pulled up the driveway to a beautiful house. The front yard was covered in perfectly mowed grass, and when she got out of the car she walked up a stone pathway, passing a large willow tree whose branches cascaded from it lazily, depicting the perfect mood of summer. She almost stopped to take a picture, but was weary and worried she might be watched. Instead, she continued up the path to the farmers porch, driver following close behind her with her second bag. A swing hung from the porch, Dianna only noticing it when a cool breeze made it sway back and forth idly, creaking a bit as it did so. It was the perfect Southern home.
She rang the doorbell cautiously, listening as light, quick footsteps approached the door. Through its glass she could just barely make out a pair of long, skinny legs poking out from a pair of ripped denim shorts. The pair of legs belonged to a girl, who opened the door quickly and greeted her warmly, taking the bag Dianna held in her hand and inviting her in.
"She's here!" The girl shouted up the staircase, which was near the door Dianna had just come in. She adjusted Dianna's bag on her shoulder and looked at her for the first time, Dianna doing the same to her. She had blonde hair like her brother's that was pulled into a messy bun at the top of her head. She was wearing a light purple t-shirt and going barefoot, her nails painted a pretty pastel lilac to match her shirt.
"You must be…Harmony?" Dianna took her best guess and the girl's face lit up.
"Yeah, you must've done your homework."
"Only a little, I wanted to make sure I had some idea of which one of you was which. Chord told me all about the size of your family." Harmony laughed, rolling her eyes in a way Dianna took as making fun of her brother.
"Yeah, there's a lot of us. You'll meet some at the party Saturday, but it probably will be less than half of us. We have too much extended family to fit in here."
"I wish that was my case, I've got one brother and a few cousins we don't really talk to. They all live in Georgia, so we never got to see much of them anyway. We moved when I was really little because of my dad's job. They were kind of upset and didn't really talk to us after that. I just wish they had, I love big families." Harmony smiled to herself at this and Dianna assumed she had remembered some sort of joke. Soon she heard a pair of footsteps descending the stairs, followed by a group of other steps. The first person to appear was another girl, followed by a taller boy and two younger girls. She shook their hands in order, the boy taking her other bag from its place near the door before grabbing the light blue one Harmony had been holding from her.
"Hi, I'm Summer. That's Nash, and the two coming down the stairs are Skye and Charity." Dianna waved to each of them, trying to match their faces with their names so she wouldn't be embarrassed later. "Chord's coming, he's still getting ready. But since I'm his sister and it's my job to embarrass him-"
"Summer!" She was cut off by a familiar voice and Dianna smiled, craning her neck to look at the person who was now coming down the stairs. He was dressed simply but she still had butterflies from his presence, blushing when she noticed that his muscles weren't hidden in the white v-neck shirt he was wearing. He smiled back at her, wrapping her in a hug when he was finally down the stairs. When Chord pulled away he held her at arms length, allowing himself to fully take her in. "You look great." She smiled even more inside, internally thanking him for his vote of confidence on the outfit she had been so nervous to wear.
"You don't look too bad yourself. Your hair's wet though." Dianna's hands trailed to his hair and she ran her fingers through the front of it, teasing him. "Your sister was right, you must've been getting ready for a while." She noticed Nash make his way up the stairs while Chord's sisters dispersed from the hallway, leaving the two by themselves to catch up.
"Yeah, remind me to talk to all of them later. I'd like you to leave here with at least some sort of positive opinion of me." She laughed and looped his arm through his, him leading her through the house on a little tour.
"I don't know, Chord. I won't make any promises. Actually, I was kind of hoping I'd get to see some embarrassing home videos, maybe some baby pictures…" She used her hip to bump him and he chuckled, shaking his head so that his sandy blonde hair moved along with it. He lightly bumped her back, not wanting to knock her over with too much force, and she giggled, latching on tighter to his arm.
"Not on my watch." At that moment he realized how much he had missed her, and exactly how much he was looking forward to spending the week with her in his hometown.
After meeting all of Chord's siblings, Dianna was led to Harmony's room, which she'd be sharing with her during her stay. There was an extra bed that had belonged to Summer, but Summer had moved out it had remained unoccupied since the spring. Dianna knew immediately that she and Harmony would get along. They were both dancers, although Harmony was still in lessons while Dianna had quit at seventeen as acting took over most of her time. They liked similar TV shows, and Harmony shared Dianna's current obsession with Adele. They hit it off instantly.
Their parents, who had been shopping for things to prepare for dinner, came home an hour after Dianna arrived. She had been shown around, and now she was playing board games with a hilariously reluctant Chord and his sisters. It was Disney scene it, though, and the competition had become fierce. She and Chord proved to be a fabulous team, their silver Goofy piece the farthest ahead on the board. Julie and Paul arrived home to a quiet house and Julie became anxious, wondering what was causing the quiet. Soon, their youngest son's shouting directed them to the great room, where five of their kids were huddled around a game board along with their son's guest. The girl jubilantly high-fived Chord and they turned to the four other girls, sticking their tongues out. The girls laughed and Skye picked up the dice up from the middle of the board, shooting her brother and his companion a determined glare.
"It's not over yet, guys. Charity and I are right behind you." She motioned to the Daisy piece, which stood triumphantly a mere three spaces behind theirs.
"Well you don't have to worry about us." Harmony joked. Their piece, Minnie Mouse, trailed ten spaces from Skye and Charity's, and they had lain it on its back in mock defeat.
"You," Dianna pointed to the second place team, light heartedly trying to intimidate them. She was trying to glare at them, but her smile kept breaking through her tough façade. "are going to need some luck to pass us. We're pulling out all of the stops now." She was teasing the two younger sisters and they playfully protested, Skye rolling her eyes as she threw the dice onto the board.
"You guys are going down." The dice had landed on what looked like a record over a red background and she and Charity smiled. This was a my play, another little video clip with a question only they could answer. If they got it right, they would steal the dice completely until they either got a question wrong or someone else answered quicker during a free-for-all question. This was their chance to pull ahead.
Paul and Julie smiled as they watched the scene unfold, the group completely unaware of their arrival. Charity was the first to notice them and she greeted them brightly. This turned the rest of the group's attention toward them, and Chord helped Dianna from her place on the floor.
"Mom, dad, this is Dianna." Her smile was warm and she held out their hand, greeting them sweetly.
"Hi, it's so nice to meet you." His father shook her hand but his mother hugged her, leaving her smiling. Chord's sisters watched the scene unfold with interest, occasionally nudging each other or whispering. While his father held a conversation with Dianna, his mother looked her over. Like Harmony she was wearing denim shorts, hers somewhere between Bermudas and short shorts in length. The sleeves of her aqua blue shirt were short, and they were larger so they flowed, her small arms seeming skinnier compared to the width of its fabric. Julie guessed that the floppy sun hat she had seen hanging on the hook by the front door was hers, the color of the ribbon wrapped around it matching her shirt almost perfectly. She had seen pictures, but she had to admit that the girl was much prettier in person. Smaller too, especially compared to their family's advantage in height. Julie also noticed her son's hand, wrapped carefully around Dianna's waist. She was leaning into him, nodding and laughing at something his father had just said. Chord looked down at her and Julie couldn't help but take notice of his eyes, which were filled with admiration. A small smile made its way to his face and Julie subconsciously mimicked his action. There was something about this girl that made him insanely happy, and she loved seeing her son this way. Feeling like she was intruding on something, she turned her attention back to her husband.
"Well, we won't interrupt your game much longer. Dinner will probably be ready in an hour or so, we'll call you." The group nodded and Chord and Dianna rejoined them, Skye pressing a button on the TV remote, playing the next video clip. Silence wrapped around the room, the only real noise coming from the clip playing on the TV. Skye and Charity paid close attention, realizing the stakes of their game were running high with this clip.
His parent's estimation was right, and about an hour later all nine of them were sitting around a large, glass-top table in the Overstreet's thee season porch. Food was being passed around, and multiple conversations flew over each other in a sort of chaos that made Chord truly feel at home. This is how it always was; his big family had always been tight knit, and there was always someone for him to play with as a child. Dianna sat to his left, wrapped in an in-depth conversation with Skye and Harmony. She was fitting right in, and his family seemed to be taking to her as well. The prospect of the conversation he'd been waiting to have with his parents seemed less frightening now, and after seeing Dianna's open-armed welcome, Chord had confidence that their reaction would be a positive one.
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