Jealousy: The Full Series - An Andi Mack Fanfic

6x05 - A Broken Promise

It feels like thousands of spikes stabbing me throughout my body. Poison is definitely a painful way to die. Coursing through my blood, eating away what little life I have. I start gagging, and foaming at the mouth. My body falls to the ground, leaving no trace of life left.

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Buffy's POV:
"Alright, class." Mr. Shimada said. "Your first project of the year is to make a exercise dance routine. You can work by yourself, or with a partner. Here are the requirements you need to pass the assignment. If you have questions, I'll be happy to answer them. The rest of the time is yours."

Marty strolled towards me and asked, "So, Buffy. Do you have a partner for the project?"

"Do you want to work together on this?"

I joke, "Hmm. That depends. How many dancing awards do you have?"

"Uhh... Zero, but--"

"Upupup! No buts. I only partner with people who have dancing awards like me."

"Come on, Buffy! We're both fierce competitors. Imagine what kind of amazing dance we could do."

I laughed. "Marty. You know I'm joking, right? Of course we can team up."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Just wondering. Can you dance?"

"Not really."

I sighed. "We're going to need a lot of practice if you want to get to my level. Come over tomorrow, and we can start practicing."

"That sounds great." Marty said. His cheeks were pink, and I couldn't help but smile at that.

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Cyrus's POV:
I walked to the Spoon to get a quick milkshake before I go to Jonah's game today. Feels great to finally be supporting my boyfriend in his Frisbee matches.

"One chocolate milkshake, please." I asked the waiter.

He walked away to get my order, and I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Hey Tyson."

"Hey, Cyrus." Dang it! He's wearing that stupidly adorable smile again. Why does it have this effect on me?!

"I didn't expect to see you here." I said, trying to find some way to start a conversation.

He started to chuckle. "I wasn't planning on it, but I saw you here, and I just had to say 'hi'."

"I'm glad you did. I get bored easily, and it's nice to talk to someone."

The waiter came back. "Here's your milkshake, Cyrus."

I took it from him and gave him the money. "Thanks."

Tyson and I kept talking, and talking. It wasn't anything personal, just small topics we made a conversation out of.

Then, he asked me, "Uhh, what's the vest for?"

I looked at the vest I was wearing. "This is for Jonah's Frisbee game today. I'm their number one fan."

"That's so cool. What time is it?"