Family is like fudge. Mostly sweet with a few nuts.
- Unknown
Shapiro Household
"MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY! LOOK AT ME! I CAN FLY!"
"No, Avery. C'mon down from the table sweetie..."
"BUT MOMMY LOOK!"
Five year old Avery Shapiro bent her knees and spread out her arms, ready to jump before a set of strong arms caught her around her waist.
"To be honest kiddo, I think we should leave flying to the birds." Robbie Shapiro said with a grin before lifting his daughter into the air and throwing her up and down, causing the little girl to squeal in delight. He ruffled her curly, brown hair before setting her down on the ground and tapping her nose.
Avery giggled.
"You're so silly Daddy." she exclaimed with a wide smile before dashing off screaming something about unicorns and pink.
Robbie Shapiro turned to face his wife, a grin on his face.
"I wonder who she takes after?" he mused softly and received a light smack round the back of his head.
"Oh, come on Robbie. I wasn't that bad!" Caterina Shapiro whined, a pout on her pink lips.
"No, you didn't used to go around screaming random things about Bibble and Unicorns, did you?" Robbie joked.
"True, true, but at least I didn't carry a puppet around." Cat retaliated back, a smile stretching on her face.
Before Robbie even had the chance to reply a loud smash echoed through the house and everything was still for a few seconds before the Shapiro's eldest daughter appeared at the foot of the stairs, dressed in a bright pink, puffy princess dress complete with matching tiara, holding a jittery Avery.
"Uh, Mom. Me and Avery might have just murdered your favourite vase and possibly all of the flowers in it while playing dress up." Alexa Valentine mumbled, not looking her parents in the eye.
"And how might that have happened?" Cat said, sternly.
"I might have fed her one too many candy bars." Alexa squeaked and looked at her father, her cinnamon coloured hair falling into her eyes.
"And what have we told you about giving Avery candy?"
Alexa looked at the jittery Avery in her arms and back at her parents. She set Avery on the ground, stood back up, put her arms behind her back, cleared her throat and yelled "RUN AVERY! RUN LIKE THE FUDGING WIND!"
With that both girls ran screaming to the back garden. Robbie and Cat stared at their children before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"What...even..." Cat spluttered in hysterics. Robbie pulled himself back up, having collapsed onto the floor at his daughters antics, his cheeks red and his eyes bright.
"What did you say about them not taking after you?" he managed to choke out before dissolving into a fit of giggles again.
Oliver Household
"HARLEY! I SAID NOT TO GO IN MY ROOM!"
The tiny brunette sat at the dining table giggling, tossing her brothers brown, leather football in the air. It made a slight 'whup' every time she caught it. She giggled again, listening to her brother stomp about the house, in a pitiful attempt to look for her.
She sighed and closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, her slim fingers wound round the ball. A few moments peace and quiet.
It didn't last long.
David Oliver stormed into the dining room, his usually perfect black hair a mess from running his hands through it, his tan cheeks bright red. His green eyes narrowed when he saw his little sister sat in a chair, holding his football.
"Give me my football." David hissed.
Harley cracked open one of her dark blue eyes and took in the appearance of her brother in his football jersey and shorts. She snickered and lazily tossed him the ball before returning to an upright position.
"You know, you really should install a better lock on your room. It's just far too easy to break into." She said, stretching her arms out and standing up.
David glared at her.
"Well, at least Dad loves me." He spat back, causing Harley to stiffen. Getting no response from his sister he turned and jogged to the door. "I'll be back late. I've got practice today so don't wait up for me. And this time actually tell Mom I've got practise." David turned back to face his sister and realised she was still in the same position he had left her in. His face softened as he realised what he had said.
"Harley?" He said softly.
"Huh?" She glanced up, her dark blue eyes confused and slightly glazed over.
"I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."
"It's fine..you wouldn't say it unless it was true, right?" She said quietly and walked out of the room. A moment later he heard her Converse squeaking up the white, marble stairs.
David sighed and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from the countertop and quickly scrawled a note and left it on the table before running out to the car where his dad was waiting.
"You okay, son?" Beck Oliver asked, frowning, taking note of his sons lateness.
"Yeah dad. Just dealing with Harley."
Beck frowned at the mention of his tearaway daughter, the mere thought of her made him want to tear his hair out.
"What did she do this time?" He sighed.
"She just took my ball, that's all. I've dealt with it."
With that the Oliver men drove off to football practice. Harley stood at her bedroom window, watching them hiding behind her curtains, clutching a can of spraypaint and twirling the coloured ends of her pigtails between her fingers. Her eyes never leaving the car until it drove out of sight.
Another car pulled up in the driveway and out walked Jade Oliver. She walked to the back of the car, opened the door and began fiddling with something. Moments later she re-emerged, holding a mini version of her. With her dark hair, pale skin and green eyes, Shiloh Oliver was the spitting image of her mother. Jade walked up the driveway briskly, holding the youngest member of the Oliver family on her hip and clutching a phone to her ear.
A slam made Harley snap out of her reverie. Her head jolted up and she dropped the can of spraypaint she had been holding.
"You son of a-" she began, kicking the can underneath her bed. She glared at the spot it had landed for a few seconds before sighing and muttering something about dealing with it later before slipping out of her room.
"But Beck, they're really worried about Shiloh not mixing in with others!"
...
"Hm...okay... I'll try."
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"Harley? What did she do this time?"
Harley winced from her place on the stairs and began to slowly make her way back up, in an attempt to escape trouble.
"JESTER! YOUR DAD WANTS TO SPEAK WITH YOU!" Jade yelled.
"MY NAME IS NOT JESTER!" Harley yelled back, her temper getting the better of her and she began to descend the stairs.
"Well, your dad still wants to talk to you." Jade sing songed and passed her daughter the phone. She took the phone and placed it gingerly next to her ear and even Jade had to admit, the yelling that took place from Beck, was loud. Harley pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it wordlessly and proceeded to disconnect the call.
"Good God..kid. What did you do?" Jade stared at her daughter in amazement and placed Shiloh down on the floor who immediately ran to her sisters side and clung to her skinny jean clad legs.
Harley shrugged, muttered something unintelligible and pushed Shiloh off of her leg before running up the stairs again, her black Converse making that irritating squeak noise against the marble.
"Momma?"
Jade looked down at her youngest daughter, who was now pulling on her shirt. Shiloh stretched her arms up, clamouring to be picked up. Jade obliged and Shiloh quickly nuzzled her face into her mothers shoulder.
"Yeah, baby girl?"
"Why does Daddy not like Jester?"
Jade shrugged.
"It's complicated, sweetie."
"Only big people underswand?" Shiloh asked, green eyes wide.
"Something along those lines. Now what do you want sweetie. Anything your little heart desires."
Shiloh looked up at her mother, eyes filled with hope.
"Cookie?"
Jade chuckled at her daughters antics and ruffled her hair.
"We'll see baby girl, we'll see."
Harris Household
The first thing Deonte Harris noticed when he walked through the front door was the burning smell that hit him. The second thing was the yelling and hyperactive shouts that seemed to follow. He sighed and undid the leashes on his dogs Ali and Tyson.
"Wait here." He instructed quietly, then proceeded to make his way to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen he was met with quite possible the most hilarious sight he had seen in his life. His dad was crouched over the oven, fanning at what was once probably a cake, but now was a charred, blackened slab. His younger siblings, Josh and Scarlett, were coated in chocolate cake mixture. Josh seemed to be licking out the bowl and running around while Scarlett bashed pots and pans with a wooden spoon.
"Deonte!"
He whipped round and saw his father standing there with chocolate mixture down his front and holding the blackened cake.
"A little help, please?" André asked, a sheepish grin on his face.
Deonte sighed and chuckled before scooping up Scarlett in one arm and grabbing Josh by his shirt as he ran past, causing him to drop the bowl and begin pouting.
"I'll take these two for a bath and you, can..um..try cleaning up this mess." he said, dragging his younger siblings away for a bath, with much protesting from his brother.
"And Dad"
André looked up at his son.
"Don't try and make Mom a cake for a surprise, ever again." He said with a grin and walked off.
"Hey, at least I try! Deonte! Deonte! Are you going to tell your mother about this? Please don't! Deonte!" Andre called from the kitchen. He received a mass of laughter from his kids in response. And with that he began to clean up.
By the time Tori Harris got home she was greeted with a sparkling kitchen, three spotless children and a husband coated in chocolate mixture.
"André! Why did you even attempt to make something in the kitchen!" Tori shrieked as she took in her husbands messy appearance.
Deonte and Josh laughed, as they knew of their mothers slight obsessive compulsive tendencies and Scarlett giggled and stretched her arms up to her mother, wanting to be picked up. Tori looked down at her daughter and scooped her up in her arms. Scarlett giggled and burrowed her head into her mothers chest and Tori cooed and stroked her hair. Josh, not wanting to be left out went up to his mothers side and began clamouring for her attention.
"Mommy, pick me up too!" He demanded
"Sweetie, you're a little heavy, but how about you show me that new song on the piano you've been learning?"
Josh nodded and began dragging his mother to the living room towards the grand piano they kept in there.
"Wait one minute sweetie." Tori asked. She adjusted Scarlett on her hip and looked up at Deonte.
"Deonte."
"Huh?"
"NEVER let your father in the kitchen unsupervised, okay kiddo." Tori grinned before being dragged out by her son.
André's face fell and Deonte burst out laughing.
"Man, that's just cold." André muttered, running a hand through his dreadlocks.
Daniels Household.
Circling block. High block. High block.
These were the thoughts running through Kyler Daniels' mind as his mother came at him with an onslaught of kicks and punches.
Duck. Duck. Forearm block.
His mother had left herself open to attack.
"Yes." Kyler breathed and lunged into attack, striking his mother in the stomach with a Hammerhand, knocking her to the ground.
"Boom. I win" he called and offered his hand out to help his mother up. Trina Daniels took her sons hand and pulled herself up.
"Very good young one" she began in an ominous tone of voice.
Kyler snorted and tried to stifle his laughter, but the look on his mothers face was his undoing. He fell to the ground in peals of laughter.
"God. Mom. How the hell do you manage to keep a straight face after saying that?" He spluttered, sitting up on the floor. His tanned skin had turned pink and his hair had fallen into his eyes.
"Years of practise Kyler." She said, ruffling his hair " Now off the floor or you'll get your gi dirty."
Kyler stood quickly and assumed the normal fighting position.
"Actually, that was the last round." Trina sing songed.
"Seriously?"
"Yep."
Kyler looked at his mothers face and knew something was wrong.
"Okay, mom. What do you want me to do?" He sighed and pushed his bangs off his sweaty forehead.
"Spend a little time with your dad." she mumbled, suddenly finding her nails interesting.
"WHAT! You're kidding me, right?"
She shook her head.
"But he hates me. I can't spend twenty seconds in a room with him without one of us trying to kill each other!"
"Kyler, you know that's not true."
"Do you remember Aunt Tori's birthday?"
Trina went silent.
"Exactly."
Kyler grabbed his water bottle and began making his way up from the basement.
"Kyler."
He looked down.
"He is your father though, just please. Just this once, can you do it for me?"
Kyler looked down into his mothers pleading eyes and he sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Fine. Just this once, mom. You owe me okay."
Trina squealed. A long, loud, high pitched squeal. She bounded up the stairs and hugged and kissed her sons cheeks ferociously.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you Kyler." Trina whispered in her sons ear as she hugged him.
"Anything for you mom. Even if you guilt tripped me into it." Kyler joked.
Okay, so a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who submitted first of all. Wouldn't even be writing this if it weren't for you!
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