The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S2 E9.1: Andreas's Girl

Amber's POV

I enter the kitchen holding a daisy yellow skirt with a white blazer, and Andi and Hazel both look my way from the table to see.

"What do you think of this?" I ask.

"I think it's a little fancy for leftover night," Hazel replies, "but it's cute."

"It's not for now," I say, bringing my arms down. "I have a job interview coming up, and I want to get this right."

"You have an interview?" Andi responds in surprise. "For what?"

"Not that window cleaning company that said working for them gave you a special tax exemption, right?" Hazel asks. "Because I'm pretty sure they're not gonna be in business much longer."

"No. It's for a magazine that writes articles about the environment, including its issues and technological advances in that area."

"Green Tea Magazine?" Andi responds. "My dad had a subscription to that, although he thought the name was misleading."

"He thought it was a magazine about tea?" Hazel assumes.

"Yeah," Andi confirms.

"I really want this job," I say. "I love working for your mom, but with the amount of times customers have used me as a therapist, I'm going to need to start going to a therapist if I don't get out of there."

"Everybody could use therapy," Hazel tells me. "That's what my therapist says."

"Yeah, too bad having good mental health costs so much," I respond. "Now, back to the outfit. Yes or no?"

"Yes," Andi answers. "Now come eat dinner."

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Jayda's POV

Since New Year's, there's been a total shift in the way everything feels, like someone switched the colour of the lightbulbs. It all used to be cool white: plain, easy; and now it's magenta: hot, loud. I've come to terms with my sexuality, but the situation with Oceana hasn't really been resolved, like, at all. She's still with Andreas. I don't know how long that will keep going. I still haven't said anything to Andreas. I don't know what I would say. And she hasn't really tried to talk to me—until now.

While standing at my locker at the end of the school day, I see her silhouette approach to my right, and I close my locker door, instantly becoming uncomfortable with how close we are. She's wearing perfume that smells like roses. That bitch. She can't do this to me.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey."

I fold my arms over my chest, trying to repress the pounding behind my ribs, but it's not working.

"Uh..." She looks down momentarily before starting her point. "I know we haven't really talked much, but I think we should."

"There's really nothing to talk about," I state, trying to sound confident, though I'm obviously nervous as hell.

"Jayda, call me crazy, but I thought we almost kissed."

"No, you almost kissed me," I hiss, making sure nobody around us is listening. "You're the one who almost cheated on your boyfriend."

"I just think we need to figure this out."

"There's nothing to figure out, Oceana. You're with Andreas, therefore this"—I motion between us—"can never be a thing."

I pick up my backpack and am about to leave when a student with dyed blue hair and a T-shirt that reads 'Let's Get Me Some Trans Rights' comes up to Oceana and me with a stack of tiny paper flyers.