Cyrus's POV
The speakers describe what's happening on the screen in the engaging voice of the announcer while TJ sits on the couch, his eyes glued to the basketball game playing on the living room TV.
"TJ," I say, "did you do the dishes?"
He doesn't move a millimetre as he replies, "Yup."
It appears that's the longest answer I'll get out of him as long as that game is on, so I carry on into the kitchen to begin getting the cookbooks out for later when our friends will get here for dinner, but as soon as I step into the space, my daughter shows up behind me and requests my attention.
"Daddy, what do you think of this outfit?"
It's a sleeveless, coral-coloured dress with an a-line skirt and a notched neckline that ties with thin string bow.
"It's very cute," I respond.
That earns me a groan off annoyance. "Ugh! Now I have to go change."
She stomps back toward the stairs but halts and swivels back around in less than a second.
"By the way," she adds, "you're gonna have to make dinner for one extra person, because Andreas is bringing his girlfriend."
"Without warning," I mutter. "Lovely."
While my daughter heads back upstairs, I turn to face the kitchen, but alas, all the dishes are still sitting on the counter by the sink, which means I can't start cooking, because I need some of them for it.
"TJ," I say as I return to the living room, but he doesn't hear me. "TJ."
On the second try, TJ jolts his eyes up, and he grabs the remote to pause the TV.
"What's up?" he asks.
"You didn't do the dishes."
"Oh," he says as the realization hits him. "Right. Sorry, I forgot."
"It's alright," I say, although my voice doesn't sound very convincing.
TJ stands up, saying, "I'll do them now."
With a nod, I give a bleak, "Thank you."
Right as I turn around again, and TJ goes to the kitchen, Jayda comes down the stairs again, this time in a short, sequinned skirt and a black, off-the-shoulder top.
"What do you think of this?" she asks, and I sigh.
"Jayda, if you're waiting for me to disapprove, you should stop. You're having dinner with our family and friends. I'm hardly concerned with how short your skirt is—although it is pretty windy today, so I wouldn't recommend going outside in that."
She gives me an offended expression, even though we both know this is what she does. She tries to find the one thing I don't want her wearing so that she can wear that. I guess it's part of her teenage rebellion. It's better than a lot of things she could be doing instead, so I tolerate it.
A second later, Wyatt comes down the stairs behind Jayda, saying, "That's a lot of plastic sequins. You look like you could kill a turtle just by stepping near the ocean."
That obviously wasn't the right kind of disapproval for Jayda, because she groans again, this time sharp and high, and shouts, "Andreas's girlfriend's name literally has ocean in it! I don't need her judging me!"
Wyatt ducks to avoid getting swiped by his sister's hair as she whips around and stomps back to her room.
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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...
