TJ's POV
Amber and I have had the whole day to consider what to do about our dead uncle's gift, but even now after we've both finished work, we can't come to a decision. Andi and Cyrus look exhausted at this point. Cyrus lays his head on the arm rest of the couch, while Andi is curled up in one of the chairs in her living room. Amber and I are both in ready positions, more awake than before, heads too jumbled with opinions.
"Why can't we just ask her what it is?" I say.
Amber lets out an exasperated sigh, so Cyrus answers my question for her.
"Your cousin, Ivy, said the box was clearly labelled for only you two to open it," Cyrus reminds me, and I realize I already knew that.
"Oh, so it's probably gonna be a trap that goes off when we open it," I say.
Amber furrows her brows. "What kind of trap would get through the mail?"
"One that launches or sprays something?" I guess.
"Like what?" she retorts.
"Holy water?"
Another sigh from my sister.
"Guys, you're gay, not vampires," Andi chimes in, frustrated with the conversation.
She stands up but does so too fast, making her teeter on her feet, and Amber reaches for her hand to steady her. Once she's regained her balance, Andi releases a breath.
"I'm gonna get some water," she says then heads for the kitchen.
"TJ, if you want my input," Cyrus speaks up, "I think it might be nice to see what your uncle left for you two."
"He literally hated us," I counter. "He didn't even know where we lived to send us his gift directly."
"I don't know," Amber responds.
"What don't you know?" I question.
She shrugs. "It could be money, in which case, I want it."
"Or maybe he had a change of heart during the years you didn't speak," Cyrus suggests.
"If he had a change of heart, why didn't he talk to us?" Amber challenges.
"Did either of you give him your contact information?" Cyrus asks.
We're both silent, answering the question loud and clear.
"Cool," Andi says as she comes back with a glass of water. "So we're going to Ivy's house?"
Amber and I share a look for another minute, seeing if either of us has enough motivation to deny.
Eventually, I let out a breath and stand up, saying, "I'll drive."
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Hazel's POV
Wire spirals from the floor up to above our heads where it splits off into the skeleton of five petals, which Linny and I are currently working on covering. Glue drips on the ground as we transfer soaked newspaper onto the wire frame. We've been focused on the sculpting for quite a while, and Linny hasn't said much, so I try to get her talking by asking questions.
"So what role are you in the play?"
"Um, I'm a flower," she replies.
"Wait." I pause what I'm doing. "Are we making a costume right now?"
"No," Linny assures me. "These are set pieces. I'm a singing flower. I couldn't get the lead, but Mrs. Lou liked my singing voice, so she cast me as that."
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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...
