the absent mind

13

"if i love you was promise would you break it if your honest?„

2k.

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me and chris walk into the school doors quickly, trying not to say anything too suspicious.

i told him about me and cyrus kissing.

mostly because devan has no idea what's going on at this point, and tyler is nosy. really, really nosy.

we walk to my locker. chris clears his throat. "so, you're going to tell them?" "uh, well, not yet." i mumble, putting the combination in and pulling the locker out. "hey, listen, i gotta question." chris says hesitantly.

"mhm." i mumble, putting my backpack in along with my coat. "how'd you know?" "know what?"

"that you were..." "gay?" "yeah."

"uh, i just kind of felt a certain way towards boys. and, not girls."

"that's it?" he asks, closing my locker. "well, and i kind of had crushes on them. tons."

"you're no help." he whispers, crossing his arms.

"why do you ask?"

"well–well–i think i like this person."

"person?" i ask, grabbing my phone out of my pocket along with my binder. "i think–i think i like tyler."

my mouth gapes when i look behind chris, and see a shocked tyler. "chris–" he turns and sees tyler. "oh my god. oh my god–" he turns and runs down the hallway. tyler doesn't move, his eyes follow chris.

"what just happened?" devan asks as he walks up.

i roll my eyes and walk after chris, since we have the same second period. "see ya." i say.

"t.j–" tyler couldn't even finish.

tyler, of all people.

lunch

i walk into the lunchroom, expecting to see everyone in their usual place. i thought by now, things would be normal. as normal as one could hope.

i walk over to the table, where devan and tyler are sitting. "where's chris?" i ask as i sit down. "not here." tyler responds. "uh. okay."

"hey teej," cyrus says.

there's always that moment where you just grow so aware of someone, you just know it's them.

"cy, what's up?" i turn around to look at him.

he shrugs and sits down.

"no chris huh?" he says, taking a fry from my tray. "it's a touchy subject."

he looks at me and smiles.

god cyrus, gutter mind much?

"not like that." he chuckles to himself. "you know what i hate?" devan says, looking at cyrus. "that i don't hate this." tyler elbows him, incriminating himself.

"ow–what was that for?" devan elbows him back. "you weren't supposed to say anything!" he shrugs and takes a fry from me. "stop stealing my fries!" "you shouldn't leave food unguarded around me then."

"fuck off devan." i take his milk. "even." "stevens..." he mumbles.

"devan i will actually punch you."

cyrus elbows me.

what the fuck is with all this elbowing?

"tyler this is your fault." i grab cyrus' hand and put it on the table. "what do you mean?" he asks. "it's just your fault! cyrus stop stealing my fucking fries!" i slap his hand away from my trey. "ow! t.j that hurt!" he whines, hitting my shoulder. "my fries are mine for a reason." i move my trey away.

"give me a fry." he says. "no," "give me a fry." "i said no." "give me a fry!"

"i'm not giving you my fry cyrus!"

he laughs hysterically.

"oh my fucking god! not like that–just have it!" i give him my last fry. he smirks and snatches it from my fingers. "i love your fry." he laughs.

"oh my god stop." tyler groans and pulls his phone out. i look at cyrus and laugh. "i love you." "i love you too teej." he laughs again when tyler and devan sigh at the same time.

i n t e r e s t i n g.

i lay my head on his shoulder. "gimme your milk."

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2k y'all hahahahaahahahhshaha

can y'all imagine my shitty ass story getting #2 on tyrus AND getting 2k?

neither can i.

also i'm aware my writing is bad but every single time i read through multiple times to make sure u at least can tell what im tryna say?? sooo uh it's ur fault if u don't know who's talking or something...

love u all

<3