(FIRST DRAFT)

Pizza is a remarkable creation, to every living creature possible. Of course, there should be no meat on the bread. Only tomato sauce, cheese, bananas and curry spice. Pasta is pretty good as well, but to Brynn, pizza beats it all. As does it to a lot of the people she knows. Pizza is always what brings everyone together. The only thing you have to do is send out a text saying to meet at Jones' Pizza for some grub. She had just done that thing, sending out the text, that is. And now, she was sitting on one of the hard wooden chairs in her dad's Pizzeria, waiting for her friends with a rumbling stomach.

One of her dads; Mark, placed a big glass of ice tea in front of her. Some days she thinks about how obvious it was that he wasn't her birth father. His skin is dark; almost jet black, and reflects yellowish under the bright lights. The hair he uses to shave is starting to grow out again, and his big dark blue beard needs trimming. When Brynn was younger, she used to be ashamed of her dad's bright personality. It has faded now though, and she has learned how to ignore his usually embarrassing behavior.

Only seconds after her dad scurried a way, someone is tapping Brynn's shoulder. She turns halfway and looks up to meet a pair of hazel green eyes.

"Well, well, if it isn't Brynn Jones!" the girl says, clicking her tongue. Brynn smiles slightly, enough to reveal the gap between her front teeth.

"Well, well, if it isn't Emery Jonson!" she drags the word of her last name smugly before an awkward silence thickens amongst them.

"Well, well, that little RP backfired," Emery, laughs; sounding like an instrument. Brynn's smile brightens, as Emery's happiness and striking dimples are way to contagious for her own good.

"Here to eat alone? Don, Casey and Amelia are coming over soon, you can sit with us if you want." As an answer to Brynn's question, the bell above the entrance door rings. For a moment the world seems to go in slow motion, as the familiar knot forms deep in her stomach.

First in is Ethan with his signature washed out cap and Adidas pants. His brown skin glowing from the heating sun outside.

Then there is Wren with Max trying to get past her. She punches him on the arm and quickens her step, her straight rainbow hair blowing around her. Max stumbles after her with a cigarette in hand. Of course, dad tells him to put it out.

Everett links in behind them all, ruffling his orange curls. He is tall, but not at all big, with his long limbs and angular figure. Many times Brynn's wondered if the boy even eats anything.

Last, but definitely not least, comes Matteo, making her heart flutter.

"Found us a place I see," Wren says and pops down like a ball of neon on the chair opposite to Brynn. "Long time no seen, Jones."

"If you're gonna sit here, then we have to make some room," she says, not caring at all about the fact that her dads hate when people move the tables around in the pizzeria. "Don, Casey and Amelia are coming."

The next second chairs and tables scrape against the floor and each other, making horrible noises. Alex, Brynn's other dad, or pops as she likes to call him, peeks out from the kitchen, an irritated wrinkle on his forehead. Alex is her biological father. She's got his peachy skin, dark auburn hair and dark blue eyes. It made it impossible for her to figure out what her birth mother might look like. Not that she cared. Her biological mother told her parents she didn't want Brynn to know her, and so she doesn't. Her dads claim she didn't give them her identity or anything, making her difficult to stalk on social media, but Brynn knows they're probably lying. She's stopped trying now, though. Looking for her mother was exhausting, and boring.

"Brynn!" Alex shouts from behind the counters, motioning for her to come over.

"I'll be right back," she says to no one in particular and stalks away to her dad. "Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"

"You know our rules, and you know how long it takes to fix the furniture after something like this happens!" Axel shout-whispers, looking absolutely devastated with big pleading eyes. Brynn only sighs.

"Five minutes, ten tops! That's how long it takes. I'll fix it myself when everyone's gone."

"If I know you correctly, you're going to forget it and go with them anyway."

"I promise I won't this time, shake on it?"

With a roll of his eyes, Axel puts his big hairy hand in Brynn's extended one, shaking it grumpily.

"Holy shit! How many did you invite for pizza, Brynn?" Casey's silvery voice cuts through everything else, just like it always does. Her sandy blonde hair is pulled into two Dutch braids on either side of her head. She wears her usual vans together with a welcoming smile. "Not that I complain."

"We're just done with our set-up." Ethan fixes his cap and pulls out a chair. "My ladies."

"Girls can pull out their own chairs you know?" Casey corrects and sits down far away from Ethan, who stares at her with puzzled eyes. He quickly shrugs it away, though, and sits down on the chair himself. Brynn throws a smile to her dad and trots over to Casey, giving her shoulders a squeeze before plopping down beside her.

Don is already seated with Ethan, and they talk on about what I suspect is football, because Don's brown eyes are lightening up in the way only the typical American sport can. His smile shows almost straight teeth, now that he's had braces for a while. Even though he's playing football pretty much whenever he can, his body does not show it. At least not under his white button-up and beige khaki pants. But Brynn knows he has abs. He was so proud when they started showing, that he took off his shirt to present them to his best friends.

Someone glides onto the chair on Brynn's left, and she immediately knows who it is by the smell of coffee and apple shampoo.

"Should we order or ..." Amelia rests her head in her hand, letting her thick black hair drape around her tan neck. There are murmurs of answers, and someone calls Mark; one of Brynn's dads, but Brynn herself is too busy gazing at Matteo. He doesn't look at her, but at the menu over the counters. Why, she doesn't know. Matteo has been here too many times to count; he should have memorized what's on the list to eat. Of course, it doesn't matter; more time for her to take in his gorgeous Italian features. If Casey noticed her doing so, she would have nudged Brynn and wiggled her eyebrows. She's sure of it. But yet that hasn't happened, and so she continues. She eyes his bronzed skin and freckled nose, his almond eyes and thick curved lashes brushing against his sharp cheekbones when he blinks. Or at least, so she imagines.

"Brynn," Casey says to her right, nudging her arm. As if waking of from dormancy, Brynn straightens in her chair, blinking to regain her focus.

"What?"

"What do you want to eat?" It's her dad who speaks, raising an eyebrow.

"I've been eating the same thing here since I became a vegetarian, dad. You know what I want."

"Yes, of course," he speaks, glancing at Matteo who thankfully, hasn't seemed to notice the situation. She groans, giving her dad a stare that she hopes can kill. He lingers away with his notes.

Max leans across the tables, snapping his fingers at Brynn. "Those are your dads, right?" he says. To Brynn, he looks bare without a cigarette between his lips. Like she's always seen him in a full face of makeup, and now he's taken it all off for the first time. Though, he did look a lot prettier without the death stick. Not hot, but absolutely pretty with his big chocolate eyes, full lips and brown skin. He is definitely not as dark skinned as her dad, or even Ethan, but dark he is. In many ways.

Almost forgetting his question, she hurries to answer. "Yes, why?"

"Just wondering." His voice is raspy, probably from smoking as much as he does.

"Brynn." At the sound of his voice, Brynn's eyes snap to meet Matteo's. The flutter in her heart and the knot in her stomach approach again, leaving her warm. "Can I ask you a question, about your parents?"

"Sure," she says, knowing exactly what the question would be.

"I'm sorry if you think this is rude or something, but I was wondering if you were adopted? Or whatever your situation is." Quickly, he shuts his eyes close, pinching the bridge of his small nose. "Sorry, that came out weird –"

"No, no! It's okay, I know you didn't mean anything."

"Well, will you answer?" It is Wren to speak. She twists her hair into a messy braid full of colors, making her blue eyes stand out. Everyone but her best friends, the ones she originally invited for dinner, nods in eagerness. Brynn had told the story many times before, and she doesn't mind telling it again. It was nature to wonder, especially for those with a mom and a dad.

"Alex is my birth father, or biological dad; whatever you wanna call it," she begins. The words are like a practiced speech now, always remembered in the back of her mind. "He met Mark, my other dad, in college and he has told me many times about his whole love at first sight thing –anyway, when they graduated they moved in together and after a while they wanted a kid. They actually randomized who would be the sperm donor. It was pops who –"

"Maybe you should tell everyone which one is which?" Amelia says in her typical matter-of-fact tone. Most of the times it annoys the hell out of Brynn, and probably everyone around too, but today she doesn't have the strength to care.

"Okay ... Alex is who I call pops, and Mark is who I call dad. I have no idea why, but that's just what I grew up with," Brynn says. "Pops was the one got to donate, which you can probably tell. I don't know my birth mothers name or identity; she didn't want me to. That's pretty much it. Not as exciting as you were all hoping for."

"Sounded pretty exciting to me!" Matteo's voice claims right after her story, making her smile. "Anyone else got a family story to share?"

"Not now, I'm starving," Emery says. As on cue, our pizzas are swiftly placed on our tables, instantly making a mess. Everett, sitting beside Matteo, only gets a salad and a glass of what looks like water.

"Now lets eat!" It's Ethan who yells, holding a slice of food close to his mouth. "Before we all die and may never get the chance to eat pizza again.

As told, pizza is a remarkable creation, to every living creature possible. Everyone but Everett, it seems.