#cyrus looks miserable here (he is) he looks like the one straight guy in those gay friend groups... looking homophobic . hate them gays

[strongerthanweak]

lineup . heights aren't rlly accurate I think idfk

each individually + notes

ive.... realized I froogt Archie's chain + the full "x" on his face . Tweaking but im tired so it's too late now uhm

- Archie : sharko from um that silent French cartoon was on my mind whjle doing him + fhe random unreasonably hot cartoon characters they have to redesign for beinf too hot

- Cyrus : Gothic . Grim from grim adventures of Billy & Mandy . slight sasha nein influence from psychonauts shrug

- Lysandre : "him" from Powerpuff girls + Milla nd her dance party section from psychonauts (ignore the connection between sasha n milla ...( . Made him look slightly more like pyroar

- Lusamine : no character inflcuence but I just wanted to bring the jellyfish thing out more & build her silhouette around that while still looking kinda older maybe . Details of her masters outfit was added

[joeycupcakerichter]

Zach Dempsey v Cyrus - Crying Lighting p2

A/N: Hey, so yeah.... let’s just not talk about how it’s been over a month and a half, alright? To quote Chuck, “writing is hard” Anywhooooooooooooo.... yeah, here’s this and it’s almost 1000 words more than the first one... so... yay? :D I really hope you like it and if you have any input into where it should go or anything you’d like to see happen hit me up. :D

Pairing: Zach x Reader, Cyrus x Reader

Warnings: Parents being... parents I guess? And just mention of stuff from the show.

Word Count: 2359

Masterlist

𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒

The dirt under your shoes and the blaring music in your headphones grounded you as crossed the campus. Cyrus and Mack were adamant that meeting up with Zach was unequivocally the worst possible idea and as much as you agreed, the curiosity that tickled the back of your mind compelled you out into that field to wait for the boy that broke your heart. The wind cut through your flannel, chilling you as you scrolled through your phone and waited. Twenty minutes passed before he finally showed up, looking sheepish as ever. Irritation had long since boiled over in your gut and by the time he showed up, you had already begun grabbing your things to leave.

“(Y/N), look I’m sorry,” he apologized as he climbed the bleachers two steps at a time, “Coach wanted to prep us for the game next weekend and I couldn’t get away.”

“I get it, Dempsey,” you rolled your eyes, “Now, what did you want to talk about so I can get home. It’s freezing out here.”

“Oh shit, if you’re cold-” he shrugged out of his letterman jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. The warmth sunk into your core and washed away some of your anger as Zach’s cologne wafted around you.

“Thanks,” you murmur gratefully, careful not to meet his gaze.

“Since when did you start calling me by my last name anyway,” he asked lazily as he sat down next to you and reclined back.

“Does it bother you or something?” you smirked.

“I mean, kinda? Not really, it just seems really impersonal. I thought we were friends.”

“Oh ha, ha, ha,” you laughed sarcastically, earning you a look of offense.

“So we’re not friends?” Zach asked, a genuine note of confusion leaking into his tone.

“In what way are we even remotely still friends Zach?” you snapped, finally bringing your eyes up to his. “You haven’t talked to me in months! Why are you so worried about me now?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, (Y/N). There was a lot of shit going on with the trial, a lot of shit came out and my mom was trying to do damage control-”

“Speaking of which, all those nights we hung out and you never mentioned sleeping with Hannah Baker?” you interjected, an old wound flaring up at the mention of the trial.

“I never told anyone about that,” he told you firmly.

“You told me everything else, but you left that out? It went on for months!”

“I didn’t tell anyone, (Y/N). It wasn’t any of your business.”

“Oh because all of your concerns about dinosaurs and fish, those warranted hours of in depth soul searching but something as life changing as finding a girlfriend and losing your virginity was something I wasn’t allowed to be privy to?” Tears welled in your eyes as you snapped, finally letting the sea of hurt cascade out of you.

“Talking to you was supposed to be easy. I didn’t have to stress when I talked to you because you didn’t know everything about me. We could just talk about dumb shit and I didn’t have to worry about all the dumb drama from school.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Zach,” you declared, standing up and turning away to wipe the tears away from your eyes.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset about this,” Zach asked, gently grabbing your arm to get you to face him again.

“Because I loved you, you fucking idiot,” you admitted, trying your hardest to avoid his gaze.

“Y-You- You what?”

“I was in love with you, back then,” you elaborated, “I thought you felt the same way but you were just too innocent to make a goddamn move.”

“Wh-Why didn’t you say anything?” Zach murmured, staring out over the field.

“I liked just spending time with you. I didn’t need it to be more than that at the time. I didn’t need it to be… complicated.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” he apologized, tugging your hand to get you to meet his gaze. “H-Hannah, she’s the one-”

“I don’t need the play-by-play, alright?” you interrupted, sitting back down next to him on the bleachers. You couldn’t find the strength to finish storming off and if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t want to go home to your miserable bedroom just yet.

“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry,” he apologized, resting his head in his hands in defeat. “For what it’s worth, I liked you a lot, I still do.”

“Yeah, well, that’s great and all but with everything going on in your life, I don’t think I see anywhere I can fit in,” you told him bitterly.

“So you’re just hanging around that weird kid, Cyrus?” he asked, an uncharacteristically jealous tone leaking into his voice.

“He and his friends are nice to me,” you shrugged, unable to bring your eyes to meet his. “I haven’t really had anyone since you guys-”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that, (Y/N),” he sighed, frustrated. “I didn’t mean to-” Your phone rang, interrupting him much to his irritation. “Mom” flashed on the screen,  you sighed before holding a finger up to him in silence.

“Hey Mom, I’ll be home soon. I stayed after to get some help with a project. I should’ve texted you, I just didn’t-”

“Just tell me when you’re on your way home, I got worried,” Mom interrupted, uninterested in whatever lame ass excuse you was going to give her.

“I’m leaving now,” you assured her, heart racing as you awaited the lecture that was inevitable. The call ended abruptly and you knew the lecture would be waiting for you at home.

“Do you want a ride?” Zach asked cautiously as you slid your phone back into your pocket and started grabbing your things.

“Oh, yeah, she’d love that,” you scoffed. “I’ll be alright. I don’t need more fuel added to the fire,” you dismissed him, slinging your messenger bag over your shoulder and heading down the bleachers.

“(Y/N)!” Zach called after you, continuing to insist he drive you home. You turned him down again and he finally gave up as you crossed the street and headed off school property. You dug out your headphones, desperate for anything that would dull the ache in your chest.

~+~

When you got home, your mother gave you another classic lecture about how you were to come straight home after school. You nodded in assent, not even really listened as she rambled on about how you lived under her roof and you would obey her and your father’s rules if you wanted to keep said roof. You apologized hollowly, reminding yourself you would be eighteen at the end of the school year and this wouldn’t be your problem anymore. You could finally get away and be free.

After her lecture was finished, you were remanded to your room to your silent delight. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on your bed. While your mother talked at you, your back pocket had been buzzing endlessly and when you pulled it out you weren’t surprised to find a couple missed calls from Mack and a handful of texts from her and Cyrus.

“What happened? Tell me EVERYTHING.” One from Mack read.

“You okay?” “I may not look like much, but if you need me to kick his ass, I totally will.” Two from Cyrus said.

You texted them both back, assuring them that you were okay and nothing outside of pointless arguing transpired. As soon as the message sent your phone rang, this time Mack’s picture appearing on the caller ID. As you answered, you couldn’t help but wonder when she’d had time to even add that.

“Hello?” you asked into the phone nervously.

“Jesus, how long of a talk was it?” Mack demanded urgently. “What did he say? Was he a dick? Did he try to kiss you?”

“Jesus Mack, no,” you assured her, earning a sigh of relief, “My mom was just pissed I hadn’t come straight home after school so I got reamed for it.” 

“So you got yourself in trouble just so you could argue with some dumb jock?” she asked flatly. You could feel her narrowed gaze through the phone, and knew judgement was being passed whether you liked it or not.

“I mean, I guess I did- Technically. She’ll get over it. I’ve been on lockdown ever since Hannah Baker’s trial anyway, so it really doesn’t matter. What else is she going to do, homeschool me?” you snorted.

“Yeah, well, how are we supposed to hang out if you can’t leave your house, ever?”

“Well, I get about eight and a half hours where I get to leave the house a day. It’s called school.”

“That’s just not fair,” Mack huffed. Cyrus’s voice came across the line in the background and you were surprised at the anxious excitement that fluttered in your gut. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that he barely knew you and whatever his thoughts on the matter were, they had no prevalence to how you should actually be handling any of this. Despite this, when you heard him ask Mack how things went, your heart raced as embarrassment flushed on your face as Mack told you she was handing the phone off to Cyrus so you could talk to him.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked lazily. Your mouth went dry at the sound, mentally slapping yourself out of it quickly.

“Not much, I was talking to Mack but apparently her overbearing older brother wanted in on the conversation,” you remarked, looking at your nails pettily.

“Overbearing, eh?” he asked, feigning offense. “Well if you wanna talk to Mack so badly…”

“Hey, no wait-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you could hear his smug grin through the phone, “everything alright? I may not look like much, but if you need me too I can totally take that asshole out if you need me to.”

“N-No, that won’t be necessary,” you assured him hurriedly, remembering the pictures Tyler had posted after they set the baseball field on fire. “We talked for a couple minutes but it wasn’t really worth the time or trouble I got into for it.”

“What? You got in trouble?” he asked, confused.

“My parents want me home as soon as school lets out and I was almost an hour late,” you told him mournfully.

“What in the hell did you do to get put on lockdown?” he asked curiously, “Let me guess, secret late night career as a hitman, you look the type.”

“Wh-What? No. Jesus,” you giggled, clapping your hand over your mouth to avoid alerting your mother. “After everything came out around the trial and everything happened with Hannah they just don’t want me around those type of kids anymore,” you explained, “I was friends with Jessica and Chloe… It started as just wanting to make sure I was safe but it’s evolved into full blown tyranny at this point.”

“So, what about me and my friends. We’re not like those assholes, you think your parents would let up if you had better influences?” Cyrus asked seriously, as if he was trying to find some kind of loophole.

“I mean, they didn’t like it when I hung around the popular kids, so shit, they might just accept the social outcasts in eyeliner,” you scoffed before quickly adding, “No offense, of course.”

“Well shit, let’s test the theory,” Cyrus challenged playfully. “We’ll walk you home tomorrow, see what they say.”

“Cyrus, I-”

“(Y/N), who are you talking to?” your mother demanded, startling you and sending your phone rocketing out of your hand.

“O-Oh, it’s just a f-friend from school,” you stammered, trying to steady your breathing.

“I told you, you’re not to be hanging around those kids anymore,” she told you sternly, holding her hand out expectantly.

“N-No, you don’t understand,” you pleaded softly, trying to make sure Cyrus and Mack couldn’t hear you. “I-I met them today. T-They’re not like my old friends-”

“Give me the phone, (Y/N),” she ordered. Fighting back tears you handed it over, pressing the “End Call” button as she pulled it away from you. “Mackenzie?” she said curiously as she read the screen.

“She started talking to me today,” you explained, your voice wavering. “She and her brother noticed I looked lonely today, they just wanted to be nice.”

“Look, (Y/N),” your mother started tenderly, “It’s not that I don’t want you to have friends, I just don’t want you end up like-” her voice hitched as her eyes welled up with tears at the implication,  “-Hannah Baker, Jessica or Chloe.”

“I know Mom, you just want me to be safe,” you recited, rolling your eyes at the excuse you’d heard so many times. “Completely isolating me from everyone isn’t going to keep me safe, it’s just going to drive me crazy.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Please don’t, Mom,” you asked weakly, not ready for another fight about teenage development.

“(Y/N), just listen,” she asked firmly, “If you want to make new friends, bring this  Mackenzie and her brother by. Let us meet them.”

“Whatever Mom,” you groaned, turning away from her and focusing on a hangnail you were only making worse by picking at. 

“I don’t trust those popular kids and it was hard to trust your judgement after what happened, just give us a chance. You may not have had a tape but you were at Jessica’s party. That could’ve been you,” your mother reasoned with you, sitting down next to you. You met her eyes, unsurprised to find them filled with tears.

“Don’t cry, Mom,” you sighed, “I’ll walk home with them tomorrow and you can meet them, okay?”

She nodded quickly before standing back up and heading to the door. She stopped and considered for a moment before tossing your phone back to you. She closed the door behind her, leaving you to scramble for the device. One message appeared on the lockscreen, this time from Cyrus.

“You ok?“

[thinkingaboutyoungroyals]

Who Waits For Love? (Chapter 9)

Summary: T.J. Kippen lost his chance to tell Cyrus Goodman how he felt when they were in the 8th grade. Now, they are in their junior year of high school and Cyrus is on his 3rd relationship. Is it time to give up… or continue to wait for love?

A/N: Apologies for the lateness! This was a super important and emotional chapter so I really wanted to get it right!

This is the last chapter and next will be the Epilogue. Thank you so much to everyone who liked, commented, and supported this story all the way! It wouldn’t have been possible without you!

Enjoy!

His alarm was blaring, pounding through his head like a hammer. Blindly, he reached out to his bedside table, fumbled for his phone, and managed to turn it off. Then, groaning, he rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.

T.J. had never gotten drunk before but he wondered if this was what a hangover felt like. His eyes felt dry and so did his throat. There was a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he felt like throwing up.

Did all broken hearts feel like a hangover?

He laid in bed for several more minutes, wondering if he could pass off having a fever or something.

“T.J.?! Time to get up or you’ll be late!”

He really didn’t want to go to school today.

Nevertheless, he forced himself to sit up and stretch.

He went through his morning routine in a daze – showering, getting dressed, and packing his things. (He skipped the hair gel for the day, he didn’t feel like looking at himself in the mirror. He looked awful!)

At the breakfast table, he sat down, picked at his cereal before giving up on it, and downed a glass of juice. Pretending not to see his mother’s concerned looks, he kissed her cheek goodbye and headed off.

He was already halfway when he realized that he was driving his usual route to Cyrus’ house. But, he had texted Cyrus the night before that he wasn’t picking him up, lying about doing an errand.

He just wasn’t sure if he could face him yet after that disaster that was the Spring Formal. He had walked out on the other boy, not letting him explain his side. And because of that, he was wracked with guilt the entire weekend.

Pulling over, T.J. sighed and leaned his head back against his seat, closing his eyes.

“Get it together, Kippen,” he scolded himself.

He made this bed. He would lie in it.

The silence as he drove to school by himself was overpowering. He didn’t like it. He missed Cyrus’ chatter.

He missed Cyrus.

When he arrived, he headed straight for his locker. His body felt heavy as he dragged himself down the hall, weaving through chatting classmates. He was pretty sure he bumped into a few and hoped that his soft “sorry” was heard.

As he was swapping his books, he spotted Marty from the corner of his eye.

“Morning, Kippen,” the other boy greeted.

T.J. managed a small smile. “Hey, Mr. Driscoll.”

Marty looked like he was about to protest but decided against it. Instead, he tiled his head to the side, flashing T.J. a pointed look.

Confused, T.J. turned around.

His eyes widened to see Cyrus standing there, clutching the strap of his book bag like a lifeline.

“Hey.”

The brunette looked utterly exhausted, as if he, too, spent the weekend crying like T.J. did.

Maybe he did. T.J. hated himself for making Cyrus cry.

He swallowed and looked down at his worn-out old sneakers. “Hey.”

Turning back to his locker, he shut it. “Sorry about this morning.” He wanted to apologize for his behavior last Friday, but instead, what came out was, “And I have tutoring this afternoon so I can’t take you home. Marty, you can give him a ride, right?”

Not waiting for the track star to answer, T.J. turned on his heels and hurriedly sped down the hall to homeroom.

“T.J., wait!”

It took every fiber of his being not to slow down.

“T.J., please. I know you’re mad but hear me out.”

That stopped him in his tracks.

He could feel Cyrus almost bump into him and kind of wished that he did. If only to be given an excuse to look at him.

“I’m not mad,” he managed, forcing his voice to be steady. “I just… I need space.”

“But we need to talk,” Cyrus insisted.

He sighed. “Cyrus-”

“Please.”

It took everything in him not to turn around, hug him close, and give in.

“I… uh…need to get to homeroom.”

“T.J.-.”

Before his resolve fully waned, T.J. forced his feet to move.

He knew he was being a coward by running away. But, he couldn’t help it. He was so ashamed.

Cyrus told him that he liked him. He should be overjoyed. He should be asking him out and finally be happy. But, knowing that Cyrus had liked him all this time but never said a word… knowing that Cyrus dated other guys while having feelings for him… it made him feel like crap.

Those old insecurities flared. He wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t smart enough. He wasn’t enough for Cyrus to even try.

T.J. knew he was being ridiculous. Cyrus was his best friend and he had always cared for him and accepted him.

But, he couldn’t help feeling that way.

He was too ashamed to face Cyrus, again.

All morning, he tried to forget about everything. Even when Aidan asked if he was okay during homeroom, he brushed him off, insisting that he was fine.

At lunch, he debated sitting with his friends or the basketball team. Sitting with his friends meant that he and Cyrus would be sitting fairly close. And, not to mention, he might be subject to some confrontational glares from Buffy and Andi (he had received angry and questioning texts from them over the weekend). Then, sitting with his basketball team might raise some questions because it wasn’t his usual day to sit with them. And, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist looking at Cyrus from the team’s table and his resolve might weaken and he would end up saying more things he shouldn’t say.

So, he decided to skip lunch.

“Dude.”

He jumped up, almost slamming his hand against his locker.

“Jeez, Marty! Stop sneaking up on me like that!” He tried to glare at his friend, who simply shook his head.

“Are you going to ignore Cyrus all day?” Marty scolded, instead.

T.J. felt his chest twitch with guilt. “I’m just… figuring things out.”

“Well, figure things out sooner cause Cyrus is miserable.”

The guilt multiplied tenfold. “How is he doing?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“How do you think he’s doing?”

Touché.

T.J. sighed. “I’ll talk to him, eventually, okay? I just need a little more time.”

Marty leaned against the locker beside his. “You had an entire weekend, dude. And you keep running away from him. If you waste any more time and keep him waiting, he might think you didn’t mean it when you told him you liked him. Unless…” He flashed T.J. a pointed look. “Your feelings changed?”

“No!” T.J. answered, immediately, feeling scandalized and somewhat offended. “Of course not! Cyrus is the most important person to me right now!”

Marty didn’t look too impressed. “Yeah? Maybe you should start showing it.”

“Marty-.”

“Just come to lunch, bro.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’re running away.”

“I’m not,” T.J. insisted, following it up with a deep sigh. “I’ll talk to him. I swear.”

Marty pursed his lips. “Okay. But, I suggest you do it soon. Or you’ll really lose him. For real this time.”

Those words swirled in T.J.’s mind, embedding into his heart. Losing Cyrus was the last thing he wanted.

Marty clapped him on the shoulder. “You sure you don’t want to go to lunch?”

Absentmindedly, T.J. nodded. “I’ll be fine. I’ll grab something from the vending machine.”

Marty nodded and walked off towards the cafeteria.

Meanwhile, T.J. stayed rooted in front of his locker, staring at the photo he had of him and Cyrus taped on there. It was taken back in Middle School during costume day. Cyrus was dressed as a salt shaker and T.J. had on board shorts and a sleeveless shirt (they went as “Somersault”. It was T.J.’s idea. Cyrus thought it was clever. They didn’t win against Andi’s Mt. Rushmore but it was still fun). Sometimes, he wished he could back. Life seemed simpler back then. Crushing on Cyrus and just being his friend… it was simple.

He knew he messed up – big time. And he had to make up for it, somehow.

Sighing again, he shut his locker and made his way to the nearest vending machine.

…………..

After school, he lingered a little too long at his locker, his mind still pre-occupied with thoughts of Cyrus.

He knew Marty was right and he couldn’t run away forever. He didn’t want to run away from Cyrus. He wanted to fix things between them. But, he couldn’t help but be apprehensive. 

After the way he reacted to Cyrus’ confession, did he still like him? Or did it further prove to him that T.J. wasn’t really worth his time?

Shaking his head, he shut his locker and headed to the second floor for tutoring. He already missed a couple of sessions and he was sure Miss Hart was really going to let him have it. 

When he neared the classroom, he spotted a familiar figure peeking through the glass window.

T.J. slowed down as he got closer. “Cyrus?”

The other boy jumped, looking like a dear in headlights. “T.J.! Hi!” He smiled, faintly.

“What are you doing here?” he tried to sound nonchalant.

Cyrus bit his lip. “We need to talk.”

Anxiety pooled in his stomach so he looked away. “I have tutoring,” he lamely excused.

“I know. That’s why I’m here. I’ll wait until after you’re done.”

T.J. tried to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat. “Cy-.”

“I’ll do my homework out here so I won’t disturb you, guys.” Cyrus bit his lip again. “There’s a lot we need to talk about. I have to explain my side. And so do you.”

T.J. couldn’t find his voice.

“T.J., please,” Cyrus pleaded. “I don’t like it when we’re like this. We need to talk. Please, basketball guy.”

That did it.

He looked up, his eyes meeting Cyrus’ brown ones. As always, he could never deny him.

Closing his eyes, T.J. sighed before opening them again. “Okay. I’ll be done in two hours. You sure you can wait until then?”

Finally breaking into a wide smile, Cyrus nodded. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes.”

T.J.’s heart skipped a beat again. “Okay.”

Giving him one last nod, T.J. entered the classroom and shut the door. He took a deep, calming breath, heading for an empty seat.

Miss Hart greeted him and told him to get his homework out. Strangely, she didn’t say a word about him missing some of the sessions. He was grateful for that.

T.J. was determined, for the next two hours, to try and concentrate on the lesson in front of him so he could do his homework and leave sooner.

Since the other three students were in different grades (one was a freshman and the other two were seniors), Miss Hart had to jump from one to the other.

“Do the first three problems while I take care of Kate and Sam,” she instructed.

T.J. nodded and focused all his concentration on the problems. He took his time, carefully reading and re-reading the numbers and re-checking his steps.

He tried not to think of Cyrus outside, sitting on the floor, waiting for him.

Seeing that Cyrus had taken it upon himself to approach him, never giving up despite T.J.’s pathetic attempts to ignore him, how could he turn him away?

He really wanted to get this session over with so they could talk.

“T.J.? Are you finished?”

His head shot up. “Um… I did the first one.” He gestured to his notebook.

“Do you need more time?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright.”

Miss Hart went to check on the freshman next.

Meanwhile, T.J. couldn’t help but look towards the closed door.

Swallowing, he shook his head and went back to work.

The two hours flew by, to his relief.

While the others and Miss Hart started getting ready to leave, T.J. stayed rooted to his seat, trying to calm his rising nerves and anxiety by taking deep breaths.

It was time.

“T.J.?”

He looked up to see Cyrus poke his head through the door.

Damnit, he was so cute.

“I’ll be right there,” he said, looking away and packing his things.

Cyrus patiently waited for him. When T.J. was done, they both made their way out of the school. 

The walk to the car was silent – almost tense. T.J. was afraid that if he uttered a word, something would break. Cyrus seemed to have the same fear as he simply fell into step beside him.

Sometimes, when they walked side-by-side, their hands would brush. It was a normal occurrence for the two of them ever since they met and neither of them ever brought it up. It just became their thing. T.J. had been tempted many times to reach out and hold that hand.

Right now was no different.

They got to the car and slid in and buckled their seatbelts. Now, in this enclosed space, the silence was even louder.

T.J. cleared his throat. “Um… so… where to?”

Cyrus jumped, probably not expecting him to talk first. “Um… park?”

Of course. It was their place. They had many memories at the park as well as many important conversations.

T.J. started his car and began to drive.

The radio played the newest song from Arianna Grande. Under normal circumstances, Cyrus would probably turn it up and sing along.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a normal circumstance. So, T.J. reached out and turned the volume up a little.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted a little smile playing on Cyrus’ lips.

They made it to the park. This time, Cyrus led the way. He seemed to know where he wanted this talk to happen and T.J. followed closely behind him.

The brunette led them to one of the man-made ponds. He settled on the stone edge and T.J. sat beside him, a little gap in between them.

It reminded him of the time they made up after their fight back in middle school, involving a gun and one of T.J.’s ex-friends. That was probably one of the most important turning points of their friendship. That was when T.J. realized exactly how important Cyrus was to his life.

“I’m sorry,” T.J. said, softly.

Cyrus flashed him a confused look. “Why are you sorry?”

T.J. swallowed. “For the way I acted back then. At the Formal. I just…” He clenched his fists. “I know I should be happy ‘cause… well… you like me back.”

Cyrus sheepishly lowered his head, blushing.

“But… I was… just…” T.J. sighed. “I don’t know why but I felt like I wasn’t worthy enough for you.”

Cyrus’ eyes widened in alarm. “T.J., that’s not it! That’s not why I didn’t say anything.” He swallowed. “I didn’t want to lose you. You’re so important to me. You’re my best friend and I was scared that if something went wrong between us, I’d lose you forever. I don’t want to lose you, Teej.”

Cyrus said the exact same words as before, but this time, T.J.’s thoughts weren’t clouded by his insecurity. He could hear Cyrus loud and clear. This time, his heart warmed and fluttered.

“I started dating other guys, thinking I could get over my feelings for you. And, I guess it worked for a little while, but in the end, I just… I can’t seem to stop wanting to be with you because I…” Cyrus bit his lip. “I love you too much, T.J.”

This time, his heart soared along with his entire being. Cyrus loved him. He loved him!!!

“But why didn’t you tell me about your feelings?” Cyrus asked, looking distressed.

T.J. swallowed. “Same reason you didn’t. I didn’t want to lose you. I was afraid that… I wasn’t good enough for you. Or maybe I’d mess up so badly that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore. And… it just seemed that every time I tried, I was always too late. You were already with someone else and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

Cyrus’ lip wobbled. “I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m really sorry, T.J. I didn’t know. I was hurting you, wasn’t I? For so long, I’ve been hurting you and I didn’t even realize. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

The tears started gathering around Cyrus’ eyes. Quickly, T.J. scooted over, closing the gap between them, and pulled Cyrus into his arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. Cyrus, I’m fine, okay? I just wanted you to be happy.”

“I-I didn’t know.” Cyrus’ voice was muffled against his shoulder as he clung to T.J. “I-I’m sorry, T.J. I-I’m so so sorry.”

They stayed like that for several minutes. T.J. held back his own tears, knowing that he needed to be strong. If he cried, Cyrus would cry harder. Then, where would they be?

With a sniffle, Cyrus pulled away from his hold, tears tracking his red cheeks. Green eyes met brown ones and they gazed at each other for what felt like hours. He always felt like he could drown in those pools, as cheesy as that sounded.

Placing a hand on his cheek, Cyrus brought his face closer to T.J.’s. “I won’t make you wait anymore, Teej. I’m sorry I took so long.”

His heart skipped a beat.

“Cyrus… I…” T.J. tried not to get choked up on his tears. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

The other boy smiled. “If you’ll still have me… despite everything that happened… I’d like to be with you… please.”

All of a sudden, the world seemed brighter. The air seemed fresher. All the weight in his mind seemed to float away, leaving nothing but lightness.

Was this what being on cloud nine felt like?

T.J. felt himself smile. “I’m done waiting for you, Cyrus.”

The other boy’s eyes widened, looking fearful. “O-Oh…”

He must have misinterpreted what T.J. was trying to say. That seemed to be a common issue with them. But, they could work on it. What mattered now was that they were finally on the same page.

Chuckling, T.J. leaned his head down until their noses were touching. “I’m going to make a move now. If that’s okay?”

Cyrus appeared to breathe in relief, releasing a soft laugh. “Y-Yeah…”

“You’re so cute, you know that?” T.J. breathed, his eyes drifting down to Cyrus’ slightly chapped lips.

“So are you,” the brunette replied, softly.

T.J. brought his eyes back to meet Cyrus’ gaze. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Please.”

Cyrus barely got the word out before T.J. was already leaning in. His eyes fluttering close, he captured the other boy’s lips.

Finally.

A soft gasp was heard from Cyrus.

T.J. kept the kiss light and chaste, not wanting to scare him or push further than what he may be comfortable with. But, as Cyrus placed his hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, T.J.’s resolve weakened.

Arms around Cyrus’ waist, he deepened the kiss.

His senses were full of Cyrus. His skin. His scent. The way his fingers played with his hair at the back of his head.

Everything was Cyrus and everything was finally... finally... perfect.

When they broke apart for air, they remained entwined, foreheads pressed against each other’s as they breathed heavily.

“Wow,” Cyrus whispered.

“Yeah,” T.J. agreed.

“We should have done that sooner.”

“Like three years ago.”

Cyrus chuckled, shyly nudging his nose against his. “Better late than never.”

“True.” T.J. pecked his nose. “We were idiots, weren’t we?”

“Yeah…” Cyrus smiled. “I love you, T.J.”

His heart continued to soar. “I love you too, Cyrus.”

This time, it was Cyrus who leaned in to kiss him, taking T.J.’s breath away and holding his heart in his hands.

The wait was long… but so worth it.

A/N: Was it worth the wait? I hope it was!

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Episode Recap: 3.05, “That Syncing Feeling”

Bex and Andi wait for Bowie at Red Rooster. They want to go see a movie. Bowie says there are a bunch of trailers before the movie, so chill, but Bex wants to see those trailers. (They’re all already online, Bex.)

Andi demands to be in charge of popcorn-related decisions this time. The big complaint is that Bowie puts too much butter on the popcorn, which is almost certainly not true. It’s not too much butter until the bag is dripping onto the floor. If you’re not creating a slipping hazard, you’re not sufficiently buttering your popcorn.

Bex says we’ll get chocolate and mix it in with the popcorn, but Andi’s a firm “no” on that. They decide they’ll all just get their own popcorn instead.

It’s fine they went this direction here and now, but they’d better figure out a cleaner way to deal with stuff like this once they start living together or they’ll find themselves eating meals from three separate restaurants every night. It’ll take hours to get anything done.

It’s about finding compromise. Being clever and resourceful. Like, for example, how about just lightly buttering the popcorn? Is that nuts? Am I talking crazy here? Maybe. But sometimes someone needs to say something truly crazy to really make improvements in this world, and if that man’s gotta be me, so be it.

The next day or whenever, Buffy and Walker skip rocks on the lake while Andi and Cyrus watch.

Good height. Great speed. That’s a damn fine rock skip.

Jonah shows up and is like, “Buffy and Walker, huh?” Wait, weren’t you at the Color Factory when they were on a date? What did you think that was? Maybe he’s just trying out new conversation starters.

Andi thinks those two really like each other, and that’s unfortunate. Cyrus tries to talk about Walker, but Andi’s like, let’s talk about something else so Cyrus tries to talk about something else (geese and their thoughts on schoolyard games) but Andi’s like, “Freakin’ Walker! Always showing up!”

You know what, I kinda love how outwardly hostile Andi is towards her friend’s relationship in front of her other friends at this point. She’s done with this, all of this, and doesn’t care who knows it.

Buffy shows up and shouts “Canoes!” and so they decide to canoe.

Two to a canoe, so Buffy and Walker go together in one canoe and Cyrus and Jonah get into another canoe. This leaves Andi with no one to canoe with. That’s just math, unfortunately. The cruelest of all school subjects.

Andi wanders off to build herself a crown of flowers. Her ability to do crafts anywhere is truly impressive.

Suddenly, Amber comes out the woods like some kind of forest monster.

Never sneak up on someone from the trees! Nothing good comes out of the trees!

Turns out, Amber’s here with her family. Well, she was with her family, but I guess she left them to go sneak around in the woods. Which is a thing she should absolutely not be doing.

Amber wants to know why Andi isn’t canoeing. Andi doesn’t have a reason other than her friends are all canoeing, and, again, math. Also, isn’t it weird how words start to sound strange after you say them a bunch of times, like canoe?

Anyway, she has an Amber as a plus one now, and one plus one is two, which is just the right amount for a canoe. I learned that in the Eagle Scouts.

So Andi and Amber get in a canoe. Turns out, Amber doesn’t like canoeing. I don’t know what kind of exhilaration she thought she was going to get from it, but, surprisingly, it turns out it’s just a bunch of putting your oar in the water and rowing.

Amber gets excited when she sees another canoe, though. Why? Because she would like to ram it and see what happens.

Dark thoughts Amber is back.

Andi’s like, that isn’t the point of canoeing, but Amber’s like, come on, how often do you get a chance to capsize a boat and potentially drown someone in a lake and get away with it?

Andi seems like she’s kind of giving in to the idea, but then sees it’s Buffy and Walker and doesn’t want to ruin their day. I mean, if it was just strangers in a canoe, sure, knock ‘em over and make them swim to shore. But not your friends, obviously.

Andi rows them aside and allows Buffy’s canoe safe passage.

Buffy’s confused to see Andi and Amber in a canoe. Walker doesn’t understand, so Buffy tries to explain why it’s weird by explaining what everyone’s relationship to Amber is, but it turns out there isn’t really a solid answer to what exactly Amber’s relationship is to everyone.

“Our mean waitress” is basically as close as Buffy can get.

Meanwhile, Jonah and Cyrus row their boat, until Cyrus just straight up drops his oar, which is inadvisable when you’re in the middle of a lake.

At Cloud 10, Bex bunches Bowie’s hair into puffs.

Bowie laments the fact he has another lesson with Shaun, who is bad. Bex rightly points out that the child is nine years old, but Bowie thinks he’s a failure of a teacher. Bex thinks it’s too early to give up, but Bowie thinks it’s too hard. He just wants to teach people who don’t need teaching. Getting paid to not really work? That’s the American Dream.

Back at the lake, after Andi has explained the entirety of the relationship drama from the start of season 2B until now, Amber tells her that Buffy’s at fault because “Girl Code.”

Andi’s like, what exactly are we talking about here, this “Girl Code” you speak of? Amber tells her that the first rule is you don’t date people who dated your best friend. Andi’s starts to say that she and Walker didn’t really blah blah blah... but Amber’s firm in her stance that Buffy is a “Girl Code” violator.

And Andi’s like, hmmm... your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

And at that moment, like a perfectly-timed sign sent from the Universe about the perils of listening too closely to Amber of all people, their canoe starts sinking.

Amber and Andi try to paddle to shore but Andi thinks they should abandon ship. I feel like it’s going to be a problem when they go to return the canoes and they don’t have a canoe. At least it’ll make Cyrus’s lost oar look not as bad by comparison. I’ll tell you this much, though: all these kids’ mugshots are going up on the “DO NOT RENT TO THESE PEOPLE” wall inside the canoe rental company’s office.

Amber stands up in the canoe, breaking the first rule of canoeing as laid out in the Ten Commandments of Canoeing. The second rule is “Don’t go out in a canoe your best friend has already gone out in.” The third rule is “Have fun!”

The two fall into the water and have to paddle to shore.

Amber and Andi realize that, despite sinking, they actually had fun out on that there lake and maybe, just maybe, they’re friends now?

That’s what they say about canoeing: it brings people together like nothing else.

At Red Rooster, Bowie gives Shaun an electric guitar to try and see if he can get through to him. Bowie tells him to say “Rock on!” and Shaun says “Rock on” in the least rockstar way possible. He says it like it’s the middle of the sentence, “Hey, there’s a rock on that table that needs geological analysis.”

Every interaction with Shaun is like another little needle stabbing Bowie in the soul.

Bowie tries to teach Shaun a power chord. Shaun strums off-key and that’s the last straw. Bowie gives up. It took one and a quarter lessons and Bowie is utterly defeated. He tells Shaun he can’t teach him, but Shaun’s ok with this because he doesn’t even want to play guitar. Victor wants Shaun to play guitar. Bowie is thrilled, but Shaun tells him he still needs to keep giving him guitar lessons because if he could tell his dad he didn’t want to play guitar, he wouldn’t be sitting in this room trying to play guitar.

Plus, let’s be honest, it seems like Victor really needs this in his life. He feels like the kind of guy who’s one more life disappointment away from building himself a crying shed in the backyard. Oh, you don’t know about crying sheds? It’s just a nice little place to go have your daily cry. 3:00, 3:30 in the afternoon maybe. “Shaun, I put a snack on the table. Don’t hurt yourself. Daddy needs an hour.” And then you just go out there and let loose. Get it all out. Feels good. Feels refreshing. Gives you enough fuel to juuuuust make it through to the next day. Nine years until Shaun’s out of the house. Counting down the days. Then you can finally buy that motorcycle you’ve always wanted. Travel the country like you’ve always wanted. Let the wind run through your hair. Maybe follow Jimmy Buffett around on tour. Anything to finally feel alive again, you know? Like you’re not just going through the motions but really living, dammit. Someday, Victor. Someday.

Anyway, Bowie tells Shaun they'll break the news to Victor together.

Celia shows up at Bex’s to try and get her to go eat wedding cake. Bex, unsurprisingly, is not interested. Andi is, though. She just needs to put on her cake pants.

I’m not a fan of cake pants. They don’t protect the torso. I’m more of a onesie guy myself. Put one on anytime I’m eating so I can just go to town. Do I get looks from the other people eating at Olive Garden? No. Because they’ve come to expect this behavior from me by now. I’ve broken their will. You can normalize anything with repetition.

Andi and Celia partake in a cake-eating montage. They really overdo it. It’s a cake tasting, but they ate like half or more of some of these cakes.

They find themselves miserable from overconsumption of cake, and worse, at odds over what the best cake option is. This could be the end of a peaceful Andi/Celia relationship.

The two return to Bex’s with their cake options, practically screaming at each other over them. They’re also hopped up on sugar. They’re a mess.

They want Bex to pick the cake but Bex doesn’t want to so she mixes up the boxes and blindly picks one. It’s like cake Russian Roulette in that it’s random, dangerous, and leaves everyone in the room feeling kind of bummed out afterwards.

Later that night, Bex returns to the cakes and tries them and it turns out one is actually very good. She hopes it’s the one she picked for her wedding, and, if not, well, she’s learned a valuable lesson about not eating free cake that’s put in front of you. Always take free cake.

At Red Rooster, Bowie sits Victor and Shaun down for a talk and lets Victor know Shaun doesn’t want to play guitar. Victor says that he does, but then Shaun comes out to Victor as someone who doesn’t want to learn guitar. It’s a touching moment between father and son.

Bowie asks Victor if he plays and Victor says yes, air guitar. And then he does air guitar with a sense of sadness far greater than even I expected.

You see, Victor only does air guitar because he wasn’t ever cool enough to play real guitar. I didn���t know they checked that sort of thing before allowing you to take lessons, but I guess that’s the case. Victor thinks it’s too late now, but Bowie tells him it’s never too late. He shows him a guitar chord and Victor plays it. Bowie feels like he can teach again and gets excited. They start playing together. Just a couple of dads rocking out.

Walker, Buffy, and Cyrus eat grilled cheesesus. (Grilled cheesesi?) Walker goes off to get Buffy extra napkins. Cyrus asks if they should invite Andi.

Buffy’s not sure she’d want to come. They decide to invite her next time but Andi just shows up out of the blue like some kind of Walker.

She’s very upbeat about the whole situation because she’s got a surprise of her own: Amber! Appearing from out of nowhere for the second time this episode. Her sneak skill is maxed out. She’s loaded all her skill points into it. She’s practically a ninja at this point. Andi and Amber basically skip off together to get lobster rolls.

And even though Andi wasn’t invited to their group hang in the first place, Buffy still feels ditched. There’s a lesson here, but I’m not sure what it is.

Don’t stand up in a canoe?

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Tj misses school and Cyrus surprises him at his house with muffins. You can change it up I just thought it was a cute idea! Thank you :)

love this prompt omg i hope this turns out okay!!(btw i used the Kippen twins headcanon oop)_________Cyrus enters the cafeteria and finds Andi and Buffy already in line, “Hey, guys!” he greeted as he approached his best friends.“Hey, Cy!” Andi replies and Buffy waves with a smile.  “Have you seen TJ today?” Cyrus asks with a curious expression as he looked around the cafeteria. Andi and Buffy share a look and back at Cyrus.“No, haven’t seen him.” Buffy shrugged. “Why?”Cyrus sighed, looking at Andi. “Well, you know those blueberry macadamia muffins I told you about last night?” Andi nods. “Long story short, TJ and I made a bet, I lost, and I owe him those muffins. I couldn’t find them anywhere, so I got the ingredients together and made them. Well, I tried to. They probably turned out terrible. Anyway, I was gonna surprise him with them today, but I can’t find him!” He explained with a look of disappointment.“Have you tried texting him?” Buffy asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.“Oh. Yeah, I guess that could work.” Cyrus mentally cursed at himself, why hadn’t he thought of just texting him? Cyrus pulls his phone out and opens the text app.underdog: hey tj! where are u?After Cyrus sent the text, the Good Hair Crew made their way to a table outside with Jonah. A couple minutes later his phone buzzed.not-so-scary basketball guy: stayed home today. im sick.underdog: oh no! :( sorry to bother u. feel better!not-so-scary basketball guy: no worries, underdog. i should be back in a couple days. nothing i can’t handle :)Buffy raises an eyebrow at Cyrus’ worried expression, “You okay there, Cyrus?”Cyrus locked his phone and looked up, “Yeah. TJ didn’t come to school today. He’s sick.”“Oh, well that sucks. I hope he feels better.” Andi says and Jonah nods in agreement.“I wish there was something I could do.” Cyrus sighs.Buffy and Andi share a knowing look and grin at each other before Buffy spoke up, “Why don’t you take him the muffins you made for him after school?”“That’ll totally make him feel better.” Andi added. “It’d be so cute! TJ, laying in bed sick and miserable and then you show up with muffins to brighten his day! Though, I’m sure just you showing up would brighten his day.”Cyrus knit his eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Come on, Cyrus! He totally likes you!” Andi said. Jonah nodded, “Yeah, dude. Even I noticed it. And I gotta say, Cy-Guy, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you don’t have feelings for him, too.” He said before popping a french fry in his mouth.Cyrus groaned, “Okay, Do I have a slight crush on TJ? Yes. But-” Buffy scoffed, cutting him off, “Slight crush?”Cyrus sighed, “Fine. I, Cyrus Goodman, have a big fat crush on TJ Kippen!” He whisper yelled, “But that doesn’t leave this table. TJ can’t find out. I’m okay with being just friends. I’d rather be his friend than nothing at all.” He placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand, frowning.Buffy placed a supportive hand on her best friends shoulder, “We know, Cyrus. It’s okay. But I’m telling you, he totally likes you, too!” The bell rings and everybody gets up. “Let us know how it goes?” Buffy asked and Cyrus nodded. They all made their way to their classes. The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, much to Cyrus’ surprise. Finally, the last bell rang. Cyrus rushed to his locker and grabbed the tupperware that contained the muffins, placing it in his backpack. He left the school and made his way to TJ’s house.—–TJ was laying in bed, miserable. Tissues flooded his trash can and there were at least six bottles of water on his nightstand, not counting the 3 empty ones. He had a movie playing on his laptop and he started dozing off. Just when TJ is almost asleep, he heard the doorbell. He lazily opened his eyes and groaned. It couldn’t be his mom since she was at work and had a key to the house, he thought to himself. It was probably just Amber because she tends to misplace her key a lot. Worst case scenario, it was a serial killer. Which, by the way, did not sound too bad to TJ right now.The doorbell rang again, making TJ finally sit up and take his time walking downstairs. He hears the doorbell again and rolled his eyes, “I’m coming!” He raised his voice the best he could. “Y'know, Amber,” TJ started as he unlocked the door, “You really need to stop losing your key, mom is gonna ki-” He stopped himself mid-sentence when he made eye contact with the last person he expected. “Cyrus!” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “What’re you doing here?” TJ quickly ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to look somewhat presentable.When Cyrus’ face landed on TJ his expression immediately flooded with worry. “TJ! You look terrible!” TJ scoffed and held a hand to his heart pretending to be offended. “You know what I mean!” Cyrus grinned, lightly shoving TJ. TJ smiled and tried to let out a small chuckle, but instead went into a fit of coughing into his arm. Cyrus took a small step closer, watching with concern. TJ finally stopped coughing, “Sorry. Yeah, I’m fine.” he cleared his throat, “I’m probably contagious, I don’t want you to get sick.” Cyrus rolled his eyes, stepping inside. “I’ll be fine.” TJ grinned and they made their way to the kitchen. Cyrus took a deep breath before speaking, “So! I was going to give these to you at school, but, y'know…” Cyrus smiled sympathetically and TJ nodded, raising an eyebrow curiously. Cyrus set his backpack on the kitchen counter.He opens his backpack, revealing the container of muffins. He held the container out in front of TJ, “Blueberry Macadamia muffins!” Cyrus exclaims proudly.TJ’s jaw drops slightly as he scoffed in disbelief, “Cyrus, you made these?!” He smiled, taking the container. Cyrus nodded. “Thanks, Underdog. You really didn’t have to.”Cyrus zipped his backpack, “I hope they taste okay. I’m not the best cook.” He admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.TJ shook his head, “I’m sure they’re great, Underdog. In fact,” He paused, setting the container on the counter, opening it and taking a couple muffins out, “I think I’ll have one now!" TJ tossed a muffin to Cyrus and took another one for himself. Surprisingly, Cyrus caught it. They both take a bite and Cyrus immediately spits it out in the trash. "These are horrible!! I am so sorry TJ, oh my god.” Cyrus rambles some more while he throws away the muffin he had in his hand and grabs the container, but TJ grabs Cyrus’ wrist gently to stop him.A light pink tint appeared on Cyrus’ cheeks and he hoped TJ didn’t notice. “What are you talking about, Cyrus?? These taste great!”Cyrus looked at TJ as if he lost his mind, “You must be really sick if you think they taste good.” He laughed, “No way I’m letting you eat this garbage!”  TJ rolled his eyes and took the container, “You’re just being hard on yourself! No way I’m letting you take these perfectly fine muffins!!” “Teej!” Cyrus whined while laughing as he reached a hand out for the container but TJ playfully swat his hand away.“Nope!” TJ laughed, raising the container high above his head, just out of Cyrus’ reach.Cyrus crossed his arms playfully and pouted, “Okay, okay, we get it. You’re tall!” He leaned against the island behind him, giving up.TJ did his signature pout at Cyrus, “Aww, it’s okay, Underdog. You’ll be tall like me one day.”Cyrus scoffed, “Shut up!” he said, playfully shoving him. TJ laughs, shaking his head at Cyrus.TJ set the container on the island, “Thanks for bringing the muffins, Cy. I really do appreciate it. You really didn’t have to.” Cyrus looked up at TJ, “Oh, It was nothing.” he lied. It was something. Cyrus really liked TJ, but he didn’t want to tell him and take a chance in ruining their friendship just because he crushed on another straight boy. “I’m glad you like them. Even though I can’t understand how. They taste horrible.”There was a moment of silence as TJ thought, “Maybe you could make them again when I’m not sick?” TJ suggested. “Actually, we could make them together. That way if they don’t turn out great, we can feel bad together.” He laughed.Cyrus thought for a moment, “Actually, that sounds great! If you want, we could make it a sleepover at my place. Ooh, we could make a blanket fort and watch movies!” He said, sounding more enthusiastic than he intended.“It’s a date.” TJ smiled, mentally cursing at himself after realizing what he said but kept a chill expression the best he could. Cyrus looked clearly caught off guard for a moment. “Yeah.” Cyrus smiled softly. They stood there in silence, staring at each other for a moment. That is, until TJ cleared his throat and they both looked away, blushing like mad.Cyrus looked outside, noticing the sun was setting and it would be getting dark soon. “I should get home. I told my mom I’d be home to help her with dinner.” TJ nodded and they made their way to the front door. TJ opened it and Cyrus stepped out on the porch.“Thanks again for the muffins, Cy.”Cyrus smiled, “No problem.” He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around TJ. A blush crept up TJ’s neck and he hugged Cyrus.“Feel better, Teej.” Cyrus said as he let go and made his way down the porch steps.  TJ waved, “I will. See ya, Underdog.” He closed the door and locked it, turning on his heel. He jumped when he saw Amber standing behind him with her arms crossed, paired with a knowing smile. “You’ve got it bad, bro.” She said as she shook her head.“When did you get here?!” “Does that really matter right now? You totally like Cyrus!” TJ rolled his eyes and flipped her off. She laughed, “Back at you!” He grinned and made his way upstairs to his room. He plopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. She was right. He did have it bad.

________________aaand that’s the end! yEet

Notes:I hope this was good!! This is the first fic I’ve written skjslds Should I post this on AO3?