Seth Robins' One-Shots

Scribble: Giving Up

CYLIA HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY DARLING OC'S NAME YOUR CHOSEN NAME IS FINE YOU DONT GOTTA CHANGE IT (I will call you cyan if you refuse to come to a compromise-)

Cyrus' Perspective-

"You're one of the best golfers on our team, you'll be fine."

"Yeah it's just another game, you've beaten a tone of them! Why are you so nervous?"

"I- I don't know..."

"You've done this since you were like nine, it's muscle memory."

"Yeah...yeah..."

-

Cyrus stormed out of the club and walked over to his mother who was picking him up.

"How'd you do?" She asked.

Cyrus glared at her before storming into the car, slamming the door behind him.

Cyrus' mother entered after him and she turned around, looking at her son.

He huffed and handed her the sheet. Her eyes glazed over it seeing circle after circle.

"You got par on hole 14!"

"One par. Do you see how many circles there are?! I got double par on half of these! I'm the worst player ever!"

Cyrus' mother frowned and she put her hand on his arm.

Cyrus looked up and he had tears in his eyes.

"Come here, honey." She opened her arms and Cyrus cried, hugging her.

-

Cyrus heard his parents talking in the other room and he tried to distract himself by eating a piece of pizza.

"I wonder why he's been struggling recently, maybe it's the coach?" His father whispered and Cyrus sighed.

His father always blamed these sort of things on other people and never accepted the fact that maybe the person was just dealing with some mentally.

Cyrus perked up as his parents walked into the dining room and his father sat down across from him.

"Cy..."

Cyrus glanced up, swallowing his food.

"How has golf been feeling for you recently? Like what's a typical practice?"

Cyrus grumbled.

Typical it's just the practice's problem, it's never the fact that I hate golf.

"It's normal." Cyrus muttered.

"The coach isn't saying anything? He isn't any less of what he should be?"

"What? No."

"What about your teammates? I always knew Jake was a bad influence, he's so rebellious and dramatic."

Cyrus' eye twitched but he didn't say anything and took another bite of his pizza slice.

"Maybe you just need new friends. Maybe new clubs? How's the grip on them."

"They're fine dad, they're all fine."

Cyrus' mother stepped in, noticing the tension.

"Dear, why don't we ask Cyrus if he thinks he's doing okay in his head? You know during these times it can be hormonal."

Cyrus flushed red and he glared at his mother, who he thought was on his side.

"Ah yes well I'm sorry but having a crush on a hot teacher is bad and don't steal street signs with your friends that's a crime." Cyrus' father said and Cyrus tried to hide his red face.

"Dad...don't you ever think I may..not like golf?" Cyrus asked, bracing himself for the storm ahead.

His father's eyes widened and Cyrus smiled nervously.

"What else would you do?"

"I- I don't know! Singing? Playing an instrument? Art? I wanna do more than just golf. It's been like...six years of me playing. I'm kinda tired of it." Cyrus said, feeling a weight get lifted off his shoulders.

Cyrus' father was about to say something but his mother stepped in.

"That's great! I think you should go with what you want."

Cyrus smiled, thankful for his mother.

"I- "

Cyrus looked back at his father, who shut his mouth before saying,

"I...I don't want you to quit."

Cyrus frowned, "Then why don't you do it?" He whispered, standing up and walking towards his room.

-

Cyrus heard someone knock on his door and he opened it, seeing his mother.

"What?" He asked, his tone softer with her.

"Look sweetie, I'm sure your father doesn't mean any harm. He just doesn't want to see you give up on something you have such a natural talent for."

"I'm tired of hearing people say that." Cyrus sighed, "They always tell me I have a natural talent for things I just started on!"

"Because you do!"

"But- but- "

Cyrus collapsed onto his bed and he ran his hands down his face.

"I hate hearing people say that. That just makes me feel like they expect so much out of me. I expect so much out of myself..."

Cyrus' mother frowned and she sat next to him, rubbing his back.

"No one's expecting you to be perfect."

Cyrus cried and he hugged her.

"But I am..."