Eleanor
   We wait for millions of years it feels. Via text, my parents are driving from the workplace and Lucille's parents were going through a security check. One of her dads took a few drinks so they had to test him of being drunk because they didn't want him "breaking" anything.
   It's interesting seeing our parents disruptions next to each other. Both having completely different sources of the problem. Mine being boring hers adventurous.
   My parents are 48 and 50 while Lucys are 35 and 37. I know, I know. It's strange to adopt a child when one of you isn't even at the drinking age but it is what it is.
   You can tell how our hang out sessions in elementary school went. A lot of judging from one side a lot of awkward from the other.
   My family is a very stereotypical looking bunch, a brunette mom with blue eyes and a dad with black hair and hazel eyes. They're both brain-wizes and own a huge business company- Alexi Nadiya tech and economy. The only thing that sets us aside is we're Russian, we're all really tall too. That's it...
   Lucille is a whole new story. Her younger dad is all American, blonde hair and green eyes. He's short, 5'5 an inch taller than Lucille. He's a doctor, pretty simple. He's also the one who drank. Noah Johnson.
Her other dad is African American, chocolate skin and black eyes. He's 6'4 a lawyer and good at it, he's won hundreds of cases and is very well known. Imari Abebe.
We sit in a contagious silence until we hear clicking coming from the hallway. My mom walks in silently, my father at her tail.
"Congratulations both of you, I'm very proud," she said almost blankly.
"Noah sent me some pictures, you looked stunning." my dad added in.
"Thank you." I smile.
My mom then gives me a bouquet of flowers I didn't see in her hands before. " vot tvoi rozy. ne khotel by narushat' traditsii." she smiles sitting on the sofa next to me.
I feel joy pulse through my veins. Every event they get me flowers. Never once had they missed it.
"Spasibo vam oboim, ya imeyu v vidu eto," I say truly.
We hear loud smacking coming from the hall and are met with the tall lanky ball of happiness.
Lucille springs up from her upside-down position and runs into his arms. He lifts her off the ground and spins them a few times.
"You did so well, baby girl!" he says pulling her away so he could see her face.
Noah stood behind them now, hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
Imari puts her down and it's Noah's turn to squeeze the guts out of Lucille.
   He couldn't pick her up, there wasn't somewhere she could go but that didn't indicate the hug wouldn't be lame.
   He swings them around white telling her how good she did with a kiss on the head between every word.
   My mom lifts her hand to the top of my head stroking it to make me feel better about I just shoe it away.
I stood up, feeling as if I was intruding on a sentimental moment. I go to my bag searching for my clothes. When I find them and stand up I don't expect arms to wrap around me.
I look up to see Imari's jolly face.
"You did amazing, Bug." I smile at the nickname he had given me since I first met him and return the hug.

A/N sorry this is short I tried to get a chapter out sooner but school is really just running at me.