TJ's POV
When I come into the kitchen, Cyrus is facing away from me, so I take steps light as air to sneak up behind him.
"Boo!"
Cyrus jolts, dropping the apple in his hand, and whips around in terror. When he sees that it's only me, he frowns.
"No. Stop," he whines. "That was mean."
"It's Halloween," I remind him.
"Not an excuse."
I shake my head and bend over to pick up his apple for him, saying with a laugh, "You scare too easy."
The instant I rise with Cyrus's apple, I almost drop it again as my teenage daughter steps into the kitchen in what I desperately hope is not what she's planning on wearing tonight. It's a black skirt that barely covers anything and a red camisole made up basically of just two triangles and a thin band of frilled lace. She has a headband too, on which stick up two red horns. Here's the thing: I'm fine with her wearing this around the house or to the beach or out with friends, but I really don't know how comfortable I am with her wearing this to a high school Halloween party.
Seeing my eyes widen in shock, Cyrus grins a little and mutters, "Now who scares easy?"
"Jayda," I say, "what exactly is your costume."
She points to the little horns on her head and answers, "I'm the devil. Duh."
I nod slowly, trying to put together in my mind how the little fabric she's wearing adds up to being the devil.
"Okay, I want to be as respectful as possible when I say this," Cyrus says, "but you're going to a party, correct?"
"Yeah," Jayda responds.
"And there's going to be alcohol?"
"And horny, straight, teenage boys who don't understand the meaning of consent?" I piggy-back on.
Jayda remains quiet for a minute while she takes in our fears.
"I won't drink anything I didn't open myself," she offers eventually.
"Could you not drink at all?" Cyrus wonders.
"That's very wishful thinking," Jayda replies.
Deciding we're done talking, she starts to leave, but my voice makes her turn back again.
"Jayda, please."
"Fine," she huffs. "I won't drink. I'll text Andreas and say I can drive us."
Right as she steps into the hallway, she is forced to make way for her brother who comes galavanting into the kitchen in nothing but swim trunks, a cape, and socks, and Jayda looks disgusted.
"I'm Aquaman's sidekick's sidekick!" Wyatt proclaims.
"He can wear that, but you freak out when I wear this?" Jayda complains.
"Wyatt, go put a shirt on," Cyrus orders.
"You're lame," the boy groans then heads back toward the stairs.
Jayda turns to leave too, saying, "Okay, see you."
As she exits the house, I look to my husband and ask him, "Shall we get going?"
"We have to wait for Wyatt," Cyrus says.
Our son comes back down in a flash, now in a white T-shirt, although it's on backwards.
"Better?" Wyatt asks.
"As good as it's going to get," Cyrus responds. "Come on. We'll drop you off at your friend's house."
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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...
