Cara's POV
Aside from my newest brother, my middle one is the best at being completely unbothered by anyone else's problems, always with his head in a book cover, or playing some jazz songs on cassette. My parents haven't said anything about my gender yet, and I'm starting to fret. Maybe this brother would be the easiest, a practice round, you could say. Surely, he wouldn't even look up from his page.
I thought that would be a positive, but when I enter his room and sit on his bed, his head doesn't move from his book.
"Why are you wrinkling my quilt?" he asks without a shift in his look.
A buildup would be appropriate, wouldn't it? After all, you have to climb a hill before tumbling down it. What kind of a build up does one carry before coming out as non-binary.
"What'chu doing?" I wonder, my heart rattling in my ribs.
"Trying to look at the blueprints of the original Whitehouse before Canada burnt it down."
"Canada is cool," I say.
"Yes, I suppose if this is your standard, then it is."
Words. All I need to do is find them, but they're sunken under the reeling feelings of my stomach.
"How are things with your ex boyfriend?" I ask.
"I'm slowly moving on," he answers.
"Cool."
His eyes flip up to me, noticing how I haven't left, which widens the cleft between what I want to say and how much I am afraid. The churning in my gut forms a rut. I suppose this can wait till another day.
"I'll leave you alone," I mumble and get up to go.
Brayden holds me still with his curious self as he says, "You come here to bother me and nothing else? Classic little sister."
That alone is equivalent to a blow from a sword, and I have no shield. But I feel too weak to raise my weapons of correction. I let the blow go.
"Bye," I sigh and exit his room.
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Cyrus's POV
Slam! sounds from the front door. TJ shifts his eyes toward me at the kitchen table.
"Jayda's already home," he states.
"That's Wyatt?" I realize, surprised.
Our son, although certainly as dramatic, isn't usually as temperamental as our daughter. TJ and I walk down the hallway to see our son stomping up the stairs.
"Wyatt, honey, how are you doing?" I ask gently.
"Good," he huffs then seals himself inside his room.
TJ and I share a sigh before making our way upstairs. With a knock of announcement, TJ turns the knob, and the two of us step into Wyatt's bedroom where he lies red-faced on his bed, angry wrinkles stuck on his forehead.
"Your 'good' looks a lot like your 'not good,'" I say.
Wyatt sits up and explains, "It was cooking club."
"Don't you like cooking club?" TJ asks.
"Yeah, and I was good at it too," Wyatt huffs, "but then Brayden had to show up and make it stupid."
He folds his arms and snaps backward again on his bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask after a moment of silence.
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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...
