The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S2 E8.1: The Shady Side of Shadyside

TJ's POV

The coffee maker spills brown into Cyrus's mug as Wyatt sits at the kitchen table eating his cereal, and I finish eating my bagel. Jayda makes her entrance right as the last drop of coffee hits Cyrus mug, and she winds around the counter to pick it up for herself.

"Dads, I'm bisexual," she announces.

Cyrus steals the cup back from her, saying, "No."

She gives him a confused look, and then Cyrus realizes the timing issue. I don't think it fully processed in his head what our daughter has just said.

"This is my coffee," he elaborates.

Jayda rolls her eyes at that and places a hand on her hip. "So, my bisexuality. What's our stance?"

"We are good," I reply casually. "Congrats."

I never really thought Jayda would be bisexual, but she does have a clear phone case, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

"We love and support you," Cyrus says with a soft smile.

She claps her hands together once, responding, "Awesome."

Then she looks over at her brother, awaiting his answer, but he's still mixing his cereal around until it becomes milky slop.

"Wyatt," Cyrus calls. "Anything you want to say?"

"No," he answers. "I don't care."

Jayda goes over to him with a smile and starts rubbing her hand around his hair, saying, "You're a good little twerp, you know that?"

Wyatt slaps her hand away, annoyed, and she carries on back around the island to go into the pantry. While she's choosing her breakfast, the doorbell sounds, and Cyrus go over to answer it. Curious, I peek around the corner and see Cyrus lugging a package into the living room. When I see the bookstore's logo on the box, I walk over to him in shock.

"More books?" I say.

"Reading is food for the soul," he responds.

"Too bad you don't read any of them."

"What do you mean?"

As he's asking that, he's trying to shove the new books he just got onto our bookshelf in the living room. The rest of the books are already packed tight on there, and some are being stacked on top of other books. Cyrus tucks the new books into whatever cracks he can find, while I watch him struggle.

"Cyrus, you've got to stop buying books you aren't gonna read. Let's just donate the ones you don't actually plan on picking up to people who will actually enjoy them."

"I read a ton of them," Cyrus argues.

"You only read the books on psychology or the biographies," I counter. "I've never seen you even pick up one of the thousand novels."

"I have."

"Really?" I say, raising my eyebrows.

I step up to the bookshelf and grab the first book I see, pulling it out. It's perfectly flat and smooth, but after I peel open the cover once and let it go, the cover is bent, proving that this book has never been opened before. Cyrus just looks at it with disappointed eyes.

"That proves nothing," Cyrus says.

"It proves that you aren't going to read any of these," I insist. "They're just taking up space. it's going to become a fire hazard soon."

"No, it's a learning hazard."

"Still a hazard."

"These books are important to me," he pouts.