Chapter 4

Marigold’s POV

"Come back here!  Latch!!! I swear to God I'm going to kill you if you don't give back my jacket!" I screamed the moment I confirmed that my favorite jacket was missing. 

I quickly ran outside my room and my hunch was right as I saw Latch struggling to put his shoes on while kissing our mom's cheeks for goodbye. 

"Latch!!!!!" I screech and the moron had the nerve to salute in my direction before turning around gracing his way to our front door. 

The moment he opened the door, Dad came buzzing in and my idiot brother even gave my father a high-five. 

"Dad! Latch took my jacket!" I whined before running down the stairs. 

"I said no running on the stairs Gold," I heard my mom but I didn't stop. I was beyond pissed off. However, the moment I reached the door, my younger brother had already had his car outside of the driveway, his annoying face all for me to see. 

"This is the last time sissy, I promise!" he shouted, sending me multiple flying kiss before hitting his car's accelerator. 

The next thing I know was me standing in front of my parents as I rant about my brother. 

"Dad, I can't believe you didn't stop him," I pouted and my father chuckled, his right hand wrapped around my mother's shoulder as they sat on the couch together. As annoying as hell, my parents look so endearing and cute together. Scratch that, all of them look so madly in love. Aunt Max and uncle Tae were adorable. They fight like some kid at most times and uncle Tae always has the weirdest habits but he's the coolest when he wants to. 

Uncle Storm and Aunt Cali is even sweeter. Ever since I was born, I was introduced to my parent's popularity and it's no secret about uncle Storm's lack of expressiveness. But to aunt Cali, he's the sweetest. He's like the coolest uncle. No wonder Ashton treats him like he was his second father. We heard he was aunt Zaya's best friend. And everybody knows uncle Seth was always pissed about it. It's so funny because uncle Seth looks so adorable whenever he gets jealous of uncle Storm. 

Then there's uncle Raze with aunt Joy. We've never seen two people openly flirt with each other but the two. I really admire how Alex can stand seeing his parent's being like that. Even uncle Seth's flirting doesn't match. 

Aunt Momo and uncle Demo are quite playful though. I don't get why Irish was so timid when her parents were so outgoing. 

And lastly, there's uncle Mono and aunt Irene who looks a lot like she's not aging. I love how calm the two of them are. 

All in all, the love that our parents have been beyond amazing. We were lucky to have them as our parents. We were not only given one family but a big one. 

I can still remember those days when all pf us their kids use to camp on each other's houses alternately. Ashton was always managing use but the fucker is also a devil himself so we always end up getting into trouble. 

Our parents were never strict ones. My Dad always allows us to do what we want and our mother supports us all the way. 

"Dad, that was a gift. Latch always gets my stuff, I am so close to turning my room into Latch-free zone, I swear!" I stomped my feet in annoyance and my parents laughed. 

"Baby, that jacket was too big for you. And that wasn't a gift. You took it out of Z's wardrobe. Honey, you can't take everything from Z's closet. His mother will kill your mom," my father stated and I scoffed. 

My mother was having the best time of her life as she eats the bar of chocolate my father got for her. I can't believe she can still eat that at this age. Truth is, all of them were able to maintain their figures. My Dad is especially a gym addict. I once cried coz he keeps on making me do push-ups with Latch until my mother kicked him out of the house. 

It's quite funny because my father literally brought a large tent at the backyard and soon enough, all my uncles were there to accompany him. My father was their youngest, their baby. 

"He told me I can get whatever I want on his closet," I answered. It was partly true though. Uncle Tae and Aunt Max's fashion sense was superb sometimes I envy their kids for having those clothes. 

"Because you keep on pestering him. Why don't you get Elle's clothes instead of her brother? You don't even get Y's clothes but only Z.  I wonder why that is..." I raised an eyebrow at my mom's expression. She was looking at me weirdly and I feel uncomfortable with it. 

"Mom, Z is my best friend. There's nothing wrong with that. Even Aunt Zaya has uncle Storm as her best friend. I see no difference,"

I sat on the couch opposite them, before reaching for my phone in my pocket. 

"Zaya doesn't wear your uncle Storm's clothes. Imagine how your aunt Cali and uncle Seth will flip if that happens,"

I scowl at my Dad's words. 

Just then, I saw Z's name appearing on my screen. 

"What's your brother doing here wearing my goddamn jacket? And who told him he can take Elle out for dinner?"

Even with him being so far, I can imagine how serious he looks. Y and Z are both serious and most people easily get intimidated by their aura. But not me. I annoy Z to the fullest and I declared myself as his best friend since ten years ago. 

In anger, I quickly type a response to him. 

"Pick me up. I'm going to kill him,"

Quickly, I stood up from my seat and was about to run back to my room to change but my Dad beat me to it. 

"Tell Z to bring his father. I have this feeling that I will have to talk to him about something important," he stated and I saw my mom hitting on the shoulder, laughing out loud. They are so weird. 

And why would he need to talk with Z's Dad? 

"Dad, you can call Uncle Skyon the phone. Or video calls him. What's with you and Mom, really?" I rolled my eyes and my parents were simply laughing. I marched my way back to my room and started choosing from my set of clothes. 

Okay, I am lucky to have them as my parents so scratch that question. 

"This will do," pulling a black short and a loose white printed Gucci shirt that I took from Z's closet. I saw him wearing it one time and it's cute. 

He doesn't really stop me from getting his clothes. I guess he had already given up. 

And then I remember my father asking about Z's father. 

What could they possibly talk about apart from their usual weird conversations? 

I shrugged my shoulder. 

Yep.  Our parents are weird.

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