tired • tyrus [complete]

seven

cyrus got in his car and drove to the spoon. he can't be your soulmate cyrus thought. it was just a joke, you don't even like him.

he pulled up in front of the spoon and parked. he saw tj in the window, and gulped.

he walked in and sat across from the larger boy.

"so, um, do you wanna show me your mark?" tj asked.

"no." cyrus demanded. "you first."

"okay." tj squeaked. he pulled down his shirt to see his shoulder, and cyrus' breath stopped for a second.

it was his.

"but, you, i, ugh!" cyrus mumbled.

he got up, and ran to his car. tj followed. "i'm sorry." tj said.

"it's not your fault." cyrus said.

"can i get in the car?" tj asked.

"okay." cyrus huffed. he let tj in, waited until he put his seatbelt on, and drove off.

and it was like that. cyrus just had a meltdown. tj didn't speak, just grabbed his hand. cyrus didn't let go. he just held on.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry." cyrus choked through tears.

"hey, hey! you have nothing to be sorry for." tj said, wiping cyrus' tears. cyrus looked at tj, and realized that tj was, right now, giving him more attention than jonah ever had.

he'd never cried in front of jonah. jonah was never with him. just, there.

and that's what made him do it. he leaned in and kissed tj.

tj kissed back, and for once cyrus actually felt