The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S3 E10.2: Brotherhood

Hazel's POV

"I think he went this way, right?" I say, nodding down one hallway.

Sarah looks over at me, saying, "I don't know. I'm following you."

"That would be great if I knew where I was going," I sigh.

Seeing how disheartened I am, she takes a step closer and says, "Hey, I'm happy. Gets me away from my job."

"I'm still mildly worried that you'll be fired for just leaving," I respond.

"Well, then someone who cares about having a job more can have mine."

"You don't care about having a job? What about, like, making money?"

"And do what with it?" she questions.

"Buy things? Like, what people usually do with money."

Sarah shrugs, putting her hands in her pockets casually. "I don't buy much."

"Hmm. I buy way too much."

"What do you buy?"

"Honestly, mostly clothes," I admit. "And pencils. I go through those way too fast."

"You write a lot?"

"I sharpen my pencils when I'm stressed in class."

She laughs at that and says, "Nice. And clothes: I'm more of a thrifting person. Never spend more than ten dollars on a shirt."

"I'm pretty sure my dress was eighty," I contrast.

Sarah gives my lilac midi dress a once-over as she grins and replies, "Well, that dress was worth it."

I smile, my cheeks heating up, and she flicks her eyes back to mine, making me flutter until a scream from down the hall cuts us off, and we both whip around see my cousin and the other boy zooming toward us, causing people to have to dodge them to avoid getting rolled over. Sarah grabs my wrist and pulls me to the wall, a gust of wind hitting me as the boys pass by in a blur.

"Holy shit. They're zooming," Sarah breathes.

"Yeah," I say, "and I have to stop him."

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Jayda's POV

I'm literally just trying to look at cute tops on the internet, but everyone won't stop yammering on about Austen.

"Those overalls are adorable," Daddy says as he lifts the little girl onto his lap.

Austen giggles and claps her hands, which makes everyone aww but me roll my eyes.

"We tried putting Jayda in overalls once," Daddy says, "and she threw them into her diaper bin."

"Stinky," Austen says, scrunching her nose.

Okay, I was not that gross. They're being way overdramatic. Honestly. But my dads laugh, and so does the rest of my family. And I'm annoyed, so I stand up, gripping my phone like it's a bomb, ready to leave.

"I'm gonna go for a walk," I grit out.

"Where?" Papa wonders.

I fold my arms, replying, "Where people walk."

As I'm about to go, Austen suddenly starts shrieking, and I glance back to see her climbing off my dad's lap and toddling up to me. She clings onto my leg, crunching my jeans in her fingers as she looks up at me with her huge eyes.

"What do you want?" I question.

"I think she wants to go with you," Uncle Jonah answers for her.

I wanted to be alone, but I'm not a bitch, so I guess...