The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S1 E7.2: He Said

Andi's POV

As soon as I get home, I drop the bag of fast food on the coffee table and march over to Amber, who's on a ladder by the window, to tell her what happened. I still can't believe Jonah won't talk to his own student after hearing how much he's going through. Clearly, he needs the support.

"Amber, you won't believe it! So I was at the restaurant with Jonah, and one of his guitar students was working there, and we heard him talking about how him mom was killed and his family has no money, and I told Jonah he should try to talk to him to comfort him, and he won't do it!"

"That's great, Andi," Amber responds. "But could you maybe help me?"

I look up, seeing her balancing the curtain rod on her shoulder while attempting to pull the new peach-coloured curtains onto it. I reach up to lift the rod for her, and she lets out a breath of relief then continues tugging the curtains over the pole with much more ease now.

"Don't you think Jonah should do something?" I say.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to stick his nose where it doesn't belong," Amber replies.

That was not the response I was looking for. 

"You can't seriously agree with him," I say. "The boy and his family need support. If Jonah won't help them, then I will."

"No, Andi. That's a bad idea." Amber takes the curtain rod out of my hands and hooks it back over the window before stepping down off the ladder. "You should just stay out of it. You don't have a good history with getting involved. Remember the time with the neighbour's dog running away, and how we had to move?"

"Well, I didn't realize I found the wrong dog, and seriously, who files a restraining order over something like that?"

"No, I think it was pretty rational," Amber responds. "The point is please don't get involved in this."

"Fine," I huff. 

I'm totally getting involved. 

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Marty's POV

The neighbourhood is quiet on the way home, and a light dusting of yesterday's snow cover's the grass. There's one more stop sign before I can turn right toward my house, but when I slow down to a halt, I notice someone pull up beside me, and I end up turning all my attention to him. Brayden is in his puffy jacket and gloves while sitting on his bike with a collection of newspapers in his basket. He doesn't notice me until I roll down the window, completely confused about what's going on. 

"Hey, bud, uh, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, Dad," he replies. "I'm on a tight schedule. Can I talk to you after work?"

Without waiting for me to answer, he takes off peddling down the road, and my confusion remains thriving. 

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Jayda's POV

I would really rather just skip school today, but I have a history test, which I'm probably going to fail anyway, because my head is so full of emotion at the moment. I bet everyone's heard already too. I spent my weekend trying to hide away by binging the Netflix shows that I never had any interest in watching until they were all that was left to watch, so I wasn't really checking my phone a lot. I got a few texts, but I mostly ignored them. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, and I'm still not, but if I have to see people, I'm glad it can at least be my girls—Angel, Tay, and Mira—who wait by my locker for me as I walk in. Everyone else seems to be staring at me, their eyes poking like needles with every glance. They must know what happened, but I can get over this. It was just a boy. I can find another one. Angel, Tay, and Mira all look mortified on my behalf as I approach them, and Angel doesn't waste a second before questioning me.