TJ's POV
"Thanks for watching Wyatt for us," I say.
Amber and Andi stand in their doorway, while Cyrus and I wait on their porch, having just dropped off Wyatt to stay with them. I smell something like burnt coconut oil coming from inside, an awful scent if you've ever smelt it. I assume Amber was trying to cook.
"No problem," Amber says. "Where are you two going anyway?"
"We're going to this pub downtown to meet up with a bunch of our friends," Cyrus answers.
"You have other friends?" Amber says in surprise.
"It's this club/group of queer men who all hang out and play billiards together once a month," I explain further. "I found out about them through people at work."
"A bunch of queer guys playing pool?" Amber summarizes. "That's awfully straight of you."
"Hey, can we come?" Andi asks. "Hazel could babysit Wyatt."
"I don't think you'd really like it," Cyrus responds. "It's kind of just for queer men. That's kinda its whole thing."
"We all bond over discrimination and shit," Amber reasons. "What's the difference?"
"There are a lot of things that gay guys bond over that lesbians don't," I say, "like being the gay best friend to a group of low-key homophobic straight girls in high school or...musical theatre."
"First of all, you didn't do either of those things," Amber states, "and second, lesbians kill at musical theatre."
"Whatever," Andi huffs. "You two have your night."
"Thanks," I say.
"Come on," Cyrus tells me. "We've got to get there before Jonah and Walker, or they won't know where to go."
"Jonah and Walker are going too?" Andi whines.
Cyrus and I both start leaving, wanting to avoid another round of interrogation.
"Have a good night," I say with a smile. "Thanks again."
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Brayden's POV
A vexatious buzz lures me into the kitchen where I find Cara holding a blender amongst a mess of lemon peels that scatter the counters and floor. Her hair sprouts from a crooked ponytail, strands of the curls looping back around into the elastic while others are pulled out, and her little blue apron has stains galore.
"What is going on?" I question.
"I'm making lemonade," she answers.
She presses the button on the blender again and the machine screams to life before dying a second later.
"You know there are better ways to get the juice out of a lemon."
"I know," she says. "I'm not just juicing the lemons. I'm mixing the ingredients."
"What ingredients?"
"Lemons, sugar, strawberries, butterscotch pudding, and cayenne pepper."
"That sounds disgusting."
"That's because you have no appreciation for good food."
"I do," I counter, "which is why I don't appreciate this."
Cara gives the yellowish-brown mixture one last whirl in the blender before pouring some of it out into a cup and shoving it toward me.
"Drink it," she orders.
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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...
