The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S2 E11.3: All Hail

Andi's POV

"I swear it existed," I keep going. "She had it for, like, two days before getting rid of it."

Finally, realization hits TJ's face. I knew it. I knew it existed. I'm not the crazy one. Amber is.

"Wait," TJ says. "Do you mean a purple car?"

"Was it purple?" I ask.

"One broken headlight?" he adds.

"Yes."

"Yeah, that car, the one she bought from Reed."

Amber gasps. "Oh my God. You're right. I think I blocked that out."

"Reed?" I repeat in surprise. "As in watermelon Reed?"

"I just saw it online," Amber explains. "I didn't check who was selling it, but then it turned out to be Reed. I only kept the car for two days, because he told me never to remove the seat covers when I bought it, and it seemed sketch, so I got rid of it right away."

"But we drove in it for one night," I say.

"I guess we did," she sighs.

"Well," Cyrus cuts in, "this was an interesting story."

"Yeah," Amber responds, "and it only came up because I wanted to buy a car that it turns out isn't anything like the one I used to have."

She gives me an annoyed look, to which I respond, "We'll talk about it at home," and her expression changes to a smile.

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Andreas's POV

I made a mistake. I shouldn't have lied down next to her. Because every time I look at her, all I want to do is...more than I should. It's her black hair that shines like the raindrops hitting the window. It's the straight but soft structure of her nose. It's her eyelashes like sun rays that flutter as she blinks. It's my stupid self for being idiotic enough to get wrapped up around her.

"Sometimes she kinda shuts me down," Jayda says about Oceana. "Like, I know I'm not the smartest, and I don't have a lot to say most of the time, but, like, she has everything to say always, and she kinda...overpowers me, I guess. I don't think she does it on purpose. I don't know. Maybe she does."

I just nod. Oceana was like that with me too, but I didn't really care, because, I don't know, I don't think I paid much attention. She was a girl. That's all I really cared about. But I think now I want more than just a girl.

"What do you think I should do?" Jayda asks.

What do I think she should do? I probably shouldn't say that, because I know what I think she should do, but I'm positive it's not what she wants to do.

"What do you think you should do?" I reflect back to her, but she just tilts her head to me, and my eyes catch her lips for a second before I pull them away.

"I'm asking you," she says.

"You don't want to ask me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm biased," I admit. "I don't like anything that makes you feel dumb."

"Then you'd hate all my math tests," she responds, looking upward again.

"Yeah, especially those," I agree with a smile, "'cause they make me feel dumb too."

She laughs and says, "When did letters become numbers?"

"I know, right? It's stupid."

"Totally."

Our laughter fades into silence, struck only by the beating of ice on the glass above Jayda's bed frame. It's dangerous, this stillness, because the longer we lie in it, the worse my stupid teenage impulses get. I don't do anything—but holy shit, I want to.