Cyrus's POV
TJ blocks Buffy's shot, and they start again. Meanwhile, I'm sprawled out on my chair with my legs hanging over the arm rest and my head laying on my arms like a pillow.
"Remember when they'd do this in high school?" Marty recalls.
"I couldn't forget," I respond. "Those games never felt as long."
"Yeah," he agrees, "but those games didn't take twenty minutes for someone to get a basket."
"Curse their improved blocking skills."
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Walker's POV
"Okay, grade five?" Jonah says.
Brayden ponders for a moment before replying, "I got one more haircut than usual."
He wasn't kidding when he said he doesn't do anything.
Jonah sucks in a breath and says, "Okay, how about grade six?"
"I tried playing badminton in the fall."
"That's something! What happened with that?"
"I quit and used the strings in the racket to lace a corset in theatre club," Brayden explains.
"Hey, I was in theatre club for a year in middle school," I bring up.
"Oh, I'm not in theatre club," Brayden clarifies. "They just asked me to help with a costume malfunction on opening night."
"Did that define you as a person?" Jonah asks hopefully.
"It defined Mallory Benner's waistline."
Jonah and I both sigh in sync.
"Well, maybe we can rephrase this question. What's something about you that's a big part of your identity?" Jonah questions.
Now we're getting somewhere. I can see it on Brayden's face. He has something in mind, but he doesn't say it. Instead, he turns his eyes downward.
"Maybe when I went to the Fort Douglas Military Museum for the first time," he mumbles.
"You seemed like you had something else in mind," I respond.
He shakes his head. "No. Nothing else. Uh, thanks, guys. I can write the rest from here. You can go outside again."
"Are you sure?" I check.
Brayden nods. "Yeah."
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Wyatt's POV
My thumb hovers over the stopwatch, ready to press it and ignite the bomb that is Cara.
"Level twenty-five!" I call out. "Ready?"
"Go!" she shouts back, starting herself, and I struggle to click the stopwatch fast enough.
We're on another block now, having used up all chalk-drawing space on ours. The current course we're on is an epic journey of squares spread wide apart and scattered around like Alphagetti. It no longer looks like a hopscotch course. It's way cooler.
Cara leaps to each numbered square, launching herself over the valleys of the sidewalks cracks in between. One touch to any chalk line, and she'd be out, but she never lets that happen. She's a ninja, doing spins and kicks in the air on her way to get the rock. I think it's cheating, since my glasses fell off when I tried to do that, but she's six, so I let it slide. She gets back to the first square with a proud grin.
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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...
