Never Be Alone #justwriteit

Scene 7

When you miss me close your eyes

I may be far but never gone

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Cyrus and I were speaking once again. It seemed as if things were finally going back to the way they were before Derek left. Except it was better. We still didn't mention the new sleeping arrangements. Whoever was up first, would go to the coffee shop down the street and get both our orders. The other would make breakfast. We had settled into the routine of doing this every morning. And with every morning, I could feel my self falling more in like with Cyrus than before. If he did anything to indicate that he liked me back, I didn't notice.

Lance was constantly nagging me about it. Trying to get me to confess my feelings or something equally stupid. We would talk for hours about my "boy dilemma" as Lance referred to it. Well, I say we, I mean Lance. He would ramble on and on about it, me only occasionally throwing in a "not true", or "go away".

I nearly throttled him when I saw him again. He was smiling cheerily and had a twinkle in his eye that flashed trouble. We started the day off as normal. Walking around with coffees, window-shopping and people watching. As we walked, we talked about the plans for the wedding. What the color theme would be, what type of cake, and who would be invited. We took some pictures with fans and autographed pictures and such. All the good stuff. I was still on edge, however. The twinkle had yet to leave Lance's eye. I knew he was up to something and I had a feeling I wouldn't like it.

We walked into the local book bar. It was one of my favorite places to go. Besides the library. The smell of coffee and tea and pastries blended with the musky scent of the books. We made our way towards the bar. I had literally just finished a cup of coffee but guess what...I want tea. We took our seats and waited for the bartender/barista. He was busy helping out another group so we patiently waited.

Slyly, Lance asked, "On a scale of one to ten, how much do you like him? One being hate and ten being love." I rolled my eyes but thought about it anyways.

"I'd say an eight point five." I muttered, embarrassed.

"So an eighty five then?" I punched him in the shoulder lightly.

"Shut up." He just smiled and kept prodding.

"And tell me again, whom is it that you fancy?" I groaned.

"You already know you blithering idiot."

Another voice joined from across the counter. "Well I don't and I am very curious." Cyrus stood there smirking wearing the maroon polo and black aprons of the employees at the book bar. He even had the small metal name tag that read: Hello, my name is Cyrus. I felt my face and neck flush an unattractive blotchy red. "I didn't know you worked here." I barely managed to get out without stammering. How long had he been standing there?

He smiled at me. " Don't worry honey, I didn't eves drop on your conversation." He gave a Cheshire cat worthy grin and winked. He then turned to Lance. Sticking out his hand he said, "In case you forgot, I'm Cyrus. Pleasure to meet you again."

Lance grinned and they shook. "Pleasure's all mine."

"Wait...you guys know each other?" I questioned. They both nodded.

"Lance is a regular customer here. I'm actually the one who introduced him to Dexter." He looked so proud of himself and he had the complete and utter right to be. As Lance told it, Dexter had been lusting after him for years before he finally agreed. We all know it wasn't true but that doesn't stop him from telling it that way again and again. Dexter kind of just sits there and says nothing.

After a few more minutes of idle chatter, Lance excused himself to the toilets. Cyrus had brought us our drinks and was now on his break. We sat at a booth in the corner of the small shop, out of view from every else. We had slipped into our easy conversations. We were currently discussing Sherlock and how Johnlock is real.