53. 1/3 Black?

*DISCLAIMER: IF YOU HAVE READ ANIMALS,

don't read this because it's just the 1st few chapters

For people who want to know how this story ends*

15 Years Later...

~NOAH~

"Hell yeah!"

One of my classic sing-along jams started playing on my booming Bluetooth speaker as I continued picking up my room. Bound and chained to the house under the direction of Master Mom himself until I cleaned it.

"I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my god I'm the man. I'm so fly and I can dance. There's tattoos on my neck!" I start singing along as I start balling up all my designer clothing scattered in a large pool on the floor and tossing them in the hamper.

"I just FaceTimed Kanye, blip, blip, I told him I'm his biggest fan, yeah. Got all these hoes in my DM. Holy shit, I got a kid?" I laughed at myself while attempting to stuff more clothes in the hamper but settling for creating a second pile beside it. Damn, we live in a whole ass custom farmhouse mansion and none of my three dads could think of installing a laundry chute?

"Ohh, I can sing so well! I Wonder if I can say the n-word? Wait, can I really say the n-word! What up, my nigga? What up, my nigga? Big ups, my nigga, we up, my nigga. You pussy ass nigga, man, fuck y'all niggas 'Cause I'm that nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, I'm that nigga!" I sing along, jumping off the bed with the last nigga before finding my dad standing in the doorway, shaking his head as he watched me.

"I've never heard that word used so many times in one sentence," My black father chuckles as I turn down the music.

"What? I'm black too," I declare and he raises his brow to the fucking ceiling while staring at my pasty ass.

"You're black, therefore I am one-third black by pure association." I reason and dad rubs the bridge of his nose, appearing to look stressed when really he's trying to control his laughter.

"I really don't think that's how this works Noah," He wheezes and I roll my eyes while leaning against my desk.

"Yeah, it is! Don't you know I'm part British, part all of the Asian Hispanic mix mom is, and part black. It's simple. Don't rob me of my heritage," I fake gasp and my dad fixes his glasses while wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.

"Whatever you say, son, I give up. Anyway, I've been sent by your mother to inform you that you have fifteen minutes left to finish cleaning or you're going grocery shopping with him," Dad mentions before looking at his watch.

"Of course he did," I groan as I go into overdrive now, starting with making my bed.

"Oh, nevermind. Looks like its ten now," Dad taunts me and I kick up a storm. Shoving all of my shit in their semi-correct places without checking the time. Dad finally leaves me to my work without being any help whatsoever. I curse him out for taking up so much precious time under my breath as I fix the rug before rushing down the stairs.

Mom was in the kitchen finishing his grocery list on Google Keep beside Papa but pauses to tilt his head towards his watch.

"I finished cleaning my ro-"

"You are forty-six seconds late Noah," Mom cuts me off like the savage he is and my mouth drops.

"Mom! That's not fair! Dad came up and distracted me!" I instantly argue my case to the higher courts containing three of the most biased men I have ever met.

My parents.

"Go with you mom to the store bud, you're always out with your friends and I feel like you don't like us anymore," Papa mentions as he ruffles my hair, dishing out the final judgment. Which disappointed me since being the baby of our nine-person family, I could usually sway him on my side.

"But Papa! Jordy just got the new Mx4 hoverboard and I wanted to check it out to see if I could get one," I try pleading, opening my bright blue eyes in true puppy dog fashion but he doesn't buy it. Fuck.

"Going to the store with your mom isn't going to kill your nonexistent black street cred," Dad butts in and I give up on the puppy eyes to give him a killer glare while he sits at the kitchen island.

"This is all your fault for distracting me! You tricked me didn't you!" I point fingers and he puts his hands up.

"I did no such thing," He gasps before resuming whatever it was he was doing on his tablet.

"It looks like we're all set, let's get going bud," Mom closes the fridge and puts his phone in his back pocket. I let out the loudest audible groan I could muster as I begrudgingly follow him to the garage.

"Why couldn't you just take Dad or Papa?" I whined as I shrugged on my soft jean jacket to protect me from the chill of the November air.

"Hold up, let me just add some more cheese to the list to go with your whine," Mom makes fun of me as he puts on his sneakers and opens the garage door. As soon as he does so, I could hear our rottweiler poke his head into the mudroom.

"Save me from mom Dallas, chew his leg off," I try to coax our large guard dog but he just sits and tilts his head in confusion instead.

"Nice try but unlike you, he knows where his loyalties lie," Mom just has to rub it in and let out a heavy sigh before joining him in the garage where for some reason he was walking over to the passenger side of our luxury G-Waggon.

"Listen, I know you're old but your definitely not getting to the age of dementia. What are you doing?" I asked him and he smirked. Underhand tossing the keys over the hood without warning before I rushed to catch them midair.

"Because you're driving," He simply states as he gets in the car and I got damn came near to bursting with sudden excitement, having never driven the car before.

"But I'm only 15 1/2, don't you have to be sixteen?" I ask as I get in and raises his left brow inquisitively.

"You want me to change my mind?" He asks, looking dead at me with those piercing hazel eyes with all intentions of taking the keys from me at the slightest slip-up.

"No," I quickly take it back as I go to put the keys in the ignition but he slaps my hand down.

"Did I say you could turn on the car? Don't get ahead of yourself. I know you're excited but you have to think. What should you do first Noah?" He asks and I slowly lean back, knowing I'm in the wrong. I take my seatbelt and click it into place, waiting until he follows suit before adjusting my seat.

"Good, now you see that button on the door? You need to fix all the windows so you can see your blind spots," He further explains and continues to gently guide me into how to set up and position myself while also turning on the car. Teaching me how to put the shift into reverse as I watch the background camera while taking my foot off the gas.

After getting out of the garage, I'm met with dad and papa standing on the porch watching me turn the car and honk at them as we left the farm. Following the dirt road that leads us to the main road which eventually turns to the grocery store just five miles down the street.

Mom stayed as calm as a Buddhist munk trying to mummy themselves through meditation. It was surprising but his demeanor kept me calm as we made it to the whole foods and he had me park all the way in the back where no other cars would dare to park before taking the keys out of the ignition.

I leaned back in the driver's seat, calming myself after my first experience driving, only to look over and find mom was pointing his phone at me like he was taking a video.

"Mom!" I cry out, putting my hand in front of the camera to cover the lense and he laughs, taking his phone back to start texting something.

"What? I'm just snapping this to your siblings. They're all super excited and to be honest with you, I think you did a lot better than Jaydean and Rumi combined. And they were the best drivers," Mom mentions my eldest sister and brother before gently ruffling my fluffy hair.

I suddenly feel guilty for complaining about driving with him and bite my lip.

"I'm sorry about earlier mom, I didn't mean to whine so much I just really wanted to hang out with my friends," I apologize.

"It's alright, I was the same way when I was your age," He smiles and as he starts to get out and I feel better with his forgiveness.

"I love you mom," I call out to him as I put the car keys in my pocket.

"I guess I love you too," He grumbles, rolling his eyes with a sharp smirk as we walk beside each other. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and give him a small side hug.

Back in the days when I never doubted for a second if love was true.