Andi's POV
The woman in the yoga DVD talks us all through the movements, and I lunge into the warrior one pose with the rest of my family. I swear we're all sweating, but I can't smell it. Actually, I think it's starting to smell more like a greenhouse in here. My wife and daughter only radiate a flowery scent, and I guess my parents must just spend enough time around plants that they've absorbed the smell. Well, it could just be everyone's deodorant.
"Why does this lady in the DVD look familiar?" I wonder.
"That's Jonah's mom," Bowie answers.
"Ahh, kay."
"I actually like this," Amber says as we all dive down into chaturanga. "Andi, why didn't you ever invite me to join your family yoga when we were teenagers?"
"Yes, because I was going to invite my really cool, badass girlfriend to come join our hippie family yoga nights."
I love my family, and I didn't mind yoga, but Amber was also incredibly pretty, and still is, but back then I was far more intimidated by that, so I didn't want her to think I wasn't as cool as her. I know now that she wouldn't have thought that, because she's seen me do way more embarrassing things than family yoga.
"I think it's kinda fun," Hazel responds.
"I agree," Amber supports. "Maybe I'll be a yoga instructor."
"You want to be in a room with a bunch of sweaty strangers?" Hazel questions.
Amber thinks about that for a moment while we all fold into down dog then says, "Never mind."
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Buffy's POV
High schoolers are an interesting bunch. The vast majority of the dancers are doing uncomfortably repressed sidesteps, attempting to keep their cool image while moving around in heels that nobody should have to wear for more than a single photo. Some of the more wild friend groups are completely letting loose, jumping up and down to the bass. Still, there are a few of those couples who are slow dancing to the fast tempo of the song. I pass by one in particular where the boy's hand is a little too far down on the girl's backside.
"Raise that hand, buddy," I order, and the boy shoots me a glare but does as told.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I return to where TJ and Cyrus are standing and watching the crowd without much thought.
"When did teenagers get so handsy?" I grumble. "And you guys are just hanging out, not even paying attention."
"Relax," TJ tells me. "It's a high school dance. Nothing's gonna happen."
"Uh, at my first high school dance, there was a fight between two members of the marching band," I counter. "There was a permanent feud between the woodwinds and the drumline after that over who would've won if the chaperones hadn't broken up the fight."
"I didn't realize marching band was so violent," TJ responds.
"They have access to giant chunks of metal that could easily be used as weapons in an instant," Cyrus reasons.
"Fair point."
The two of them continue gazing around mindlessly, while I spot a girl passing by my right, snacking out of a plastic bag.
"Are those peanuts?" I question. "Take those outside."
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Jonah's POV
The block of wood is sanded smoothly, creating a comfortable walk up. It fits perfectly in the pond, propping up to create a ramp up out of the water, easily accessible. And yet the duckling keeps on hopping at the rocks.
"This duck is an idiot," I state.
"Come on, duck," Walker encourages. "We're trying to help you."
The duck continues to avoid us, coming near the ramp but never touching it.
"Oh my gosh," I mumble. "You know, if you got stuck in my uncle's pond, you would've been eaten by now, so be thankful that we want to help you, and come on."
Nothing. I turn to look at Walker, meeting my tired look with his, but in the time that I do that, Walker's eyes widen, and I look back around at what's caught his attention, seeing the duck waddling up our homemade ramp. Finally! Walker and I smile at our victory. But then as soon as the duck finds the grass, it shimmies over another rock, falling into the sunken flower garden of the park. The little duckling jumps at the rocks, failing again at getting up, and I sigh heavily.
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Andreas's POV
The punch bowl is just punch, but the longer I listen to my date talk, the l more I wish someone had spiked it. When I try to step around to stand beside Trisha, she shakes her head.
"Oh, no. Stand on my other side."
"Why?"
"This is my good side, duh," she responds in her grinding voice.
I put on a wry smile, saying, "I think they're both good sides."
"Cute but false."
Holy shit. Not even my charm works on her. I roll my eyes and walk over to the other side, and she doesn't even pause before switching the conversation for the fourth time.
"Oh my God! Wanna see a picture of my poodle? His name is Coco. We're all pretty sure he's gay, 'cause we saw him humping a photo of Young Leonardo DiCaprio, but you know, no hate. I love all dogs, and honestly, who wouldn't be gay for young Leo."
I mean, I wouldn't, but okay.
She takes out her phone before I can even answer, but I try anyway, saying, "I'm good. I don't need to see your dog."
"Wow, okay," Trisha scoffs. "When you asked me to the dance, I didn't realize you were so self-centred that you wouldn't even care about my beloved pet."
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine. Show me the damn dog."
She smiles and unlocks her phone.
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Jonah's POV
The wooden board drips onto the mulch of the garden, watering the soil as it sits in place. I wonder if maybe its wetness it throwing off the duck, because it wanders through the flowers everywhere but by the ramp. When Walker goes in to try to guide it out, the duck only walks sideways, steering clear of the exit route.
"Why is he going the opposite of where we want him to go?" Walker complains.
"Maybe it's a teenage duck."
I don't know if it's by coincidence, or maybe it heard my comment and wanted to prove itself to me, but the duckling steps its little webbed feet onto the wood and makes its way all the way up until it tips over the edge, tumbling onto the grass. For a moment it kicks its feet while lying on its side, until it finds its balance and manages to stand again.
Walker and I share a glance of awe before he hurries out of the garden to help me guide the duck toward the bush where the nest is. Once it makes it home, the mother duck quacks, and the baby joins its siblings in a big, cuddly reunion.
"I'm gonna add 'saved a baby duck' to my resume," I say with a smile.
Right after I say that, the family of ducks embarks out away from the nest, waddling into the street. They begin to walk down the centre of the road, just waiting to be flattened by the next car that passes through.
"Well, now I saved it, and I care too much to risk it getting run over," I whine.
"Guess we're going on a walk," Walker respond.
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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...
