Wyatt's POV
Nobody's outside except for me and Cara. There are some cars, but they're all just black or grey, nothing exciting. I'm planning on getting monster truck when I turn sixteen. I don't know how much they cost, but they're tall, so I can run things over to go fast. Not people. I just mean, like, small things, like smart cars.
Cara drops down a box of colourful chalk sticks before sitting down on the cement driveway and starting to draw lines overtop of the remains of a washed-away cactus sketch.
"What are you drawing?" I wonder.
"I'm making a maze to confuse the ants when they walk across."
She draws the outside of the shape and begins filling it in with squiggles, while I look at all the other pictures on the driveway and down the sidewalk. A giant line of hopscotch squares takes up lots of the sidewalk space, stretching all the way across the whole width of the driveway.
"Nice hopscotch game," I say.
"Thanks," Cara replies, looking up from her work. "I'm practicing for the hopscotch olympics."
"That's a thing? I wanna do that."
That sounds so much better than all the normal games in the olympics. Those are too overdone. Hopscotch is where it's at. But Cara eyes me up and down, then stands up, crossing her arms.
"It takes years of practice," she states, "and I don't think you're cut out for it."
"Well, when I compete in the olympics, I'm gonna beat you," I argue.
She raises one eyebrow, and I'm jealous. I can't raise only one eyebrow. How come she can do that?
"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" she questions.
I reach into my pocket and feel around before answering, "All I have is four pennies and a toothpick."
Cara just shrugs and mumbles, "Chicken."
"I'm not a chicken!" I shout back. "Like I'd be scared to lose to some six year-old."
"I'm six and sixty-eight seventy-thirds."
"Jokes on you! I don't understand fractions!"
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Marty's POV
The third basket of the day is scored by Buffy, and I clap for her. She gives me a quick smile before retuning her attention to the ball.
"You got this, TJ!" Cyrus encourages.
"Who do you think is gonna win?" I ask him.
"I have no idea."
Andi's POV
Amber and I have been watching the basketball game silently. She's been so intrigued by it all, and I've been handling my own work on my phone, so I haven't bothered to make much conversation. Once I finish responding to the last message, I put down my phone with an exhale.
"I've been getting emails all day from this one client," I tell her.
"Oh, they must be really excited to get your art," Amber responds.
"Yeah, it's amazing. People are referring other people to me."
"That's great, Andi," she says with a small smile. "I'm really proud of you."
Although she's smiling, her eyes look dimmer than usual.
"I'm sorry. Am I being braggy?"
"No," she assures me. "You're fine."
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The Good Hair Family Sitcom
Fanfiction{4 seasons and complete} Tyrus, Ambi, Muffy, and Wonah are adults now, but growing up and having families brings new kinds of challenges. Through the complications of them and their kids, their life-long friendship is the one thing they can always r...
