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"Good morning!"
"Get out." Violet doesn't look up as Emma walks in through the back door, closing it behind her and staying near it. Emma already knows that she's welcome in the house even if Violet does say stuff like that, she's just staying there to play along.
"Now that's not how you treat your best friend," Oliver says from across the kitchen, a mocking grin spread across his face.
Violet, sitting in the bay window and very visibly tired, looks up from the homework she procrastinated on to glare at the two. "It is too early for me to deal with your bullshit. Both of you."
Lucas looks up from his cooking to reprimand her. "Language, Violet!"
"Sorry, father," Violet mumbles. She keeps tapping away on her computer.
"You know, she has a point, honey," Yuugo says, still chewing on his toast, his eyes basically closed. "It really is too early for all of you to be so lively." He reaches for his coffee and takes a long swig.
"Sometimes it's really obvious that Violet took more after you, mister!" Emma says from the back door, clasping her hands together as she walks further into the chaotic household and takes a seat at the dining room table.
"How many times must I tell you, call me Yuugo," the cranky man says, then turns towards his husband, "when will the eggs be done, babe?"
"They'll be done soon, sweetie," Lucas turning to smile at Yuugo.
Oliver sticks a finger in his mouth and fake gags. "Blegh, tone down the pet names!"
"Aw don't listen to him! I think it's cute," Emma coos.
"Listen to him, Emma's insane," Violet says in a flat tone.
Yuugo jokingly agrees, putting his hands up in mock surrender.
"Emma dear," Lucas calls, "can you take this to Violet?" He gestures at a plate of cinnamon toast with his elbow as he flips the eggs for Oliver and his breakfasts. Because of Yuugo being more of a night owl Lucas is usually the one to cook breakfast, but Yuugo makes dinner.
"Of course, father!" Oliver spits his milk out over the dining table at what she called Lucas. Violet lowers her head, pretending she didn't notice. Did she really just call him that? Maybe it was a mistake. Emma usually calls Lucas by his name and calls Yuugo "mister" so that may not hold true. Emma gets up to grab the toast for Violet and brings it back to her.
After handing Violet the toast, Emma leans onto her shoulders, putting her head on Violet's shoulder and wrapping her arms around her. Emma is fairly clingy so interactions like these weren't uncommon. "What did you wait until the last minute to do this time, Vivi?"
"My English essay. I've been working on it all night." Violet kept typing on her school laptop. Emma hums in acknowledgment.
"The one assigned two weeks ago?" Emma questions.
Lucas looks up from his cooking. "Two weeks!"
Violet meekly replies with a yes. Lucas goes back to cooking, scolding Violet all the while. Oliver starts laughing at his place at the breakfast bar.
"...Oops… sorry," Emma whispers into Violet's ear. Violet jokingly elbows Emma in the stomach. "Ow! Was that really necessary?"
"No, probably not. I just really wanted to," Violet flashes a mocking smile Emma's way.
"Jeez, you're so mean to me," Emma says. "Anyway, you're on shift today, right?"
"Yep, and given how my father is still talking I'll probably be doing a double shift." Violet takes a bite of her toast. "Oh, shi-... heck… we're gonna be late! Oliver, there's no way we'll make it to the bus in time. Is there any way you could give us a ride?"
"Hm… I'd normally say fend for yourself but…" Oliver looks at Emma giving him puppy dog eyes. "Your girlfriend is too cute to say no to."
"Girlfriend?!" Violet exclaims.
Oliver keeps going, not acknowledging what Violet said. "Alright, grab your stuff. Let's go." He looks back at his dads. "See you when I get back!"
"Yep, later," Yuugo replies for both his husband and himself.
At that, the three head out the door, Violet still nibbling on her toast and closing her laptop. Emma takes both her own backpack and Violet's to Oliver's car even though Violet was almost ready to go.
After getting in the car, Emma is the first to speak. "Thank god you have night classes! I came in to tell her to go to the bus stop but I kinda got distracted." She scratches her cheek bashfully.
"No surprise there," Oliver looks at the rear-view mirror to see Emma's reaction to his teasing.
"Hey! I'm not as forgetful as I seem, I swear! Violet, tell him! I memorized a two-page speech for one of my classes in a week! Didn't I, Violet?" Emma turns to the other girl in the car, steam almost pouring out her ears and a pout on her lips.
"Yeah, you did. Annoyed the hell out of me with it too. You could have practiced it at your own house, you know," Violet says, lightly poking Emma in the ribs.
"Hey! You and I both know Ray would kill me if I did that!"
"Like I wasn't about to!"
The car fills with small giggles from the banter for a couple moments until Oliver decides to pipe up and say something. "So why'd you call Lucas father?"
Emma splutters for an answer, "Well, I mean, Violet and I have been friends for so long I just- he basically raised me with how often I'm at your guys' house so of course I'll mess up and call him father at least once!" She wasn't lying, just a little flustered from being put on the spot. It really was just an honest mistake, and not the first time she's made it. Just the first time with Violet in the room.
"Mhm," he hummed sarcastically. "Couldn't have anything to do with how much time you spend in this brat's room, I'm guessing." Oliver is just trying to get under Emma's skin at this point but Emma wouldn't know how little sense that meant with how flustered she is. She can't come up with a valid excuse for that even though it's obvious Oliver was bluffing.
Luckily, Violet comes to her rescue. "That's what people normally do at sleepovers, isn't it? Also, would you rather us do our homework in the living room and bother you, dad, and father?"
"Well, no. I was just pointing it out, no need to get defensive." Oliver chuckles amused at the girls' reactions to his ribbing. "Also, don't you have an essay to be writing, Violet? Or should I say Vivi?"
"Shut up! I finished it while I was eating breakfast, and don't call me that!"
"Why? Is it because only your girlfriend can call you that?"
"Wha- no! I just hate the nickname, you know that!" Violet says.
The rest of the car ride is fairly uneventful, full of giggles and teasing.
They get to the school with no time for idle chit-chat, the first bell having already rung.
"Hey, let me take your bag to math and let my mom know you might be late. Maybe if she knows she won't mark you late!"
"Yeah, sure." Violet slides her bag off her shoulders and gives it to Emma.
Violet races to her locker to grab her binders, luckily not getting stopped by a staff member, and Emma takes Violet's bag to class for her. She runs back to class with her binders in hand and sits down just moments before the late bell rings. She turns to face Emma's desk mouthing a 'thank you' and getting a thumbs up and closed eye smile in return. She looks back towards the front of the classroom and class begins.