The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S3 E15.3: Love Like a Disease

A/N: As usual, do not play the song above until it appears in the story.

Andreas's POV

My arm is around Jayda as we lie on the grass outside the hospital. My car is visible in the parking lot, but I'm looking up. I'm looking up, but I'm feeling her head on my chest, and her hair pouring over my arm. She finds my hand and takes control, lacing it into hers, and I don't mind at all. She's wearing my jacket now too, and I'm cold, but I don't care. I'd rather stay here alone with her than go inside.

"Can I ask you a question?" Jayda suddenly says.

"Shoot," I reply

"When did you know...that you...?"

She trails off, while I fall into my thoughts. Pin-pointing just one moment feels impossible, but there is one that I always come back to.

"We were fourteen," I begin, "and you were crying over that Jeremy dickhead—"

"Gross," she interrupts, which makes me smile. "I was a mess that day."

"You were beautiful," I counter.

She adjusts her grip on my hand, making it tighter, fit better.

"It was the girls' washroom," she reminisces, continuing the story for me.

"But you were there," I say. "I think that's when I fell in love with you."

I tilt my chin down to study my girlfriend, but when I do, I see tears glistening in her eyes. I react instantly, sitting up to wipe her tears away with my thumb.

"Shit, don't cry."

She laughs and shakes her head as she wipes her eyes with her hand, saying, "No, it's fine. I didn't expect your answer to be so long ago. God, I was so oblivious." She lets out a breath, then a second later, says, "Remember when you wanted to do our school project on swimsuit models?"

She spills into a chuckle, and I sigh.

"Okay, make fun of me."

Grinning, I watch her until she's done laughing.

"Um, the grade nine dance," she suddenly says, "when my date left, and you left yours to come sit with me. That's when I knew."

"Well, I wasn't missing much with poodle girl," I joke.

"Trisha Taylor." She groans then says, "I hear she's Swiss royalty now. She dropped out of school and married a prince or something."

"Remind me to never go to Switzerland," I reply.

Jayda laughs at that then carries on. "But I remember complaining to you about how I couldn't find a good guy. Wow, I was really stupid, huh?"

"Well, I did go to summer camp and get a girlfriend to supress my feelings for you, so I think we're both stupid."

She smiles, and our eyes connect, the way the sun illuminates the moon, like we're two intertwined pieces of a galaxy. And I bet we are.

"So," she says, breaking the silence, "when are you gonna kiss me?"

Gently, I place my hand on her jaw, and her eyes flutter closed as I press my lips to hers.

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Hazel's POV

Going for a walk hardly helped me feel any better. Being back in my mom's hospital room brings back my anxiety over her, plus all these Sarah thoughts now... And all my moms are doing is watching the home and gardening network on the tiny television with Uncle TJ and Uncle Cyrus, all of them having apparently forgotten that Mommy is in a hospital bed.