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John PoV
"DON'T FORGET MARIA AND I ARE LACTOSE INTOLERANT!" Hercules bellowed in true general direction of a quiet, somber man named Aaron. "Ssshh Herc, it's starting!" muttered a girl in a yellow dress, who he thought was called Peggy, but for some reason unbeknownst to him people also seemed to call her Margarita- this appeared to greatly irritate her. Lafayette, the tall, French host of the pizza party was murmuring complaints under his breath to Hercules about the conspiracy theory documentary that was beginning. In the kitchen, Alexander, Maria and a sharp-witted woman in a pink pantsuit clattered around fixing drinks for everyone. Everyone who was currently squashed on or around a single sofa. Despite Eliza's elbow digging into his stomach and the chaos surrounding him, John had never felt so calm. He'd never felt like he belonged amongst others, until now. Here he fitted in, belonged. Home at last.
At the end of the evening John had come to a revelation.
Perhaps, sometimes a family can be something other than blood relatives. Sometimes it can be four boys: one young, very rich, trust-fund, French man; one a lactose intolerant apprentice tailor with a Disney theme song; one an aspiring lawyer with an unmanaged addiction to caffeine; and one, a cute barista who has just found his place in the world.
Add in an actual angel of a girl who tries her best to only wear blue, smiles like the sun and loves like a fire; intense and bright and warm. Mix in a little of a strong, girl in red who has picked herself up off the ground piece by piece and has restored her faith in humanity. Sprinkle in some overprotective sisters: one who could be described as the oldest, wittiest and bravest and the other, a sweet looking girl, who's favourite colour is yellow, but could knock you out with a well aimed kick. Stir in a few mishaps, unforeseen friendships and untranslatable Japanese phrases along the way and you'll find out that maybe even if things go wrong, perhaps they turn out better than you'd think.
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