little bear ( Tyrus )

Chapter One❣️

Cyrus' pov

Hi, I'm Cyrus and I have a huge secret that none of my friends know about, I'm a little, when I get stressed or don't wanna deal with things that I have to deal with at my age, I always turn to my little space, I first discovered this at the age of thirteen, and ever since, I've kept the secret from my best friends, especially T.j., since I've kinda always had a crush on him.

I haven't had them over since I've moved out of my parents house last year, my eighteenth birthday was over a month ago and they keep bugging for me to let them come over, but I'm scared they'll want to explore and they'll find my room, which isn't like most boys room that have moved out of their parents house, it's full of stuffies and all my favorite things, like coloring books and toys, I even painted myself, which was difficult because I kept slipping into my little space while trying to be big!

I walk into my kitchen and pull out microwaveable pancakes and toss them onto a Spider-Man plate, and place them in the microwave, but today, is oh so very different, my best friend, the one I mentioned my tiny crush on, is coming over, he insisted that he come over and no matter how hard I tried to make up excuses, he would not back down, which kind of caused me to freak out.

But I found a way to keep him from discovering the real me, I will just simply lock my bedroom door and make sure he's down in the living room all the time he's here, I mean if I don't have to potty while he's here.

beep beep

I jump at the noise and look over at the microwave that just signaled to me that my pancakes were done, a sit them on the table and grab syrup, giggling a little, I pour a bit to much and grab my favorite fork, it had captain America on it, and not only was it a fork, but also a sort of type of straw, it just really amused me, since it's usually spoons that have straw looking thing to it.

I cute my pancakes into smaller pieces and scroll through Twitter, liking a couple of posts before seeing that T.j. had posted that he could not wait to hang out with me, and my other two best friends, @ ' ing me because I have yet to invite them over also, I sigh, I'm gonna stress over this is my mind continues to stay on the subject.

I quickly finish my breakfast and place the dirty dishes in the sink, I'll wash them some time this week, I trudge up my steps and down to my room, I have to wear boring big boy clothes, why can't he just not come over? I don't want him to be here, I want be able to watch cartoons, or play with my stuffies, or color, and that's all I wanna do now.

I shake the thoughts from my head and grab a pair of khakis and a white button up that had green palm trees all over it, I grab a pair of socks and underwear and head into my bathroom, I need to shower, definitely.

I sit on my couch as my leg bounces nervously, calm down Cyrus, he's not going to figure anything out, your room is locked and everything is hidden, he's just gonna see the normal you, the you that you show him.

Not the other you, the one who he'll never meet.

My head quickly turns as two knocks sound at my door, I stand and straighten out my shirt a bit, take a breath Cyrus, you'll be just fine.

I open the door with a forced smile and there he stands, looking so handsome, that I could grab his cheeks and kiss his pretty plump and pink lips, I could die at how cute he looks in front of me.

"Hi, can I come in?" He asks me, rubbing the back of his neck, a sheepish smile forming on his lips, I nod, afraid to speak and move out of his way, shutting the door once he enters.

"So, how've you been? Haven't seen you around lately." He tells me, sitting on the couch, I stand still, unsure how to answer.

"Want anything to drink?" I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper, dang it Cyrus, he's gonna know something up if you don't start acting right!