3 pov person:
The party went pretty well, Cyrus had gotten Dylan off his mind and went with TJ to the swings then the ice cream shop like they did before they got together, it was nice, Cyrus wanted to make TJ feel special, he was everything to him.
After that, they got back to Cyrus's house, and as TJ expected, the room was filled with people yelling: "SURPRISE!!!" , and "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!".
He didn't mind, in other cases, sure he would be hella mad, but now he doesn't - and would never be mad at something Cyrus did, and did for him, he did this whole thing for him.
"Aren't you gonna talk to someone?" Cyrus asked
"Like who? It's not like anybody is here for me, they're here for the party, anyway I would rather just talk to you" Tj answered
"That's not true... here just start a conversation with someone without pushing them aside like you did with at least 10 people since the party started"
"But I hate people"
"Tj, TRY"
"Uggghhh fine"
They kept walking between more kids, some has already manage to sweat in the rarly 20 minutes they've been there.
Tj saw one of his teammates, who greeted him happy birthday,
'This is weird' he thought
'My teammates hadn't talked to me much since I came out, well, dragged out- of the closet'
"Hey bill... watcha doing here?"
"Well I heard it's your birthday and I came! I will never miss a bro's birthday"
"Ok nice and now the truth?"
"Ha yeah I'm here for the food,
nice party" he said and patted his shoulders roughly and went past them and towards the snacks table
"Well that was nice right tj?"
"That'll be a no..."
They stood next to eachother while other kids came and talked to TJ over the music.
It was very familiar. Suspiciously familiar.
"Hey Cyrus where did you get the music from?"
"Umm..."
"Well??"
"I may or may not looked at your playlist"
"How did you looked at it from your phone? My playlist isn't public?"
"Who said I looked at it from my phone?"
"Wait you went throw phone???"
"Sorry...." and giggled, he wasn't really sorry, his bright laugh after it gave it all
"You dork" TJ said before playfully whipping a hand on his cheek while both of them giggle
Suddenly Cyrus gets a text,
He open it and sigh
Unknown: Hey Cyrus
'Dylan again?' It isn't really what Cyrus wanted to see right know, and also, he thought he finely got rid of him
Cyrus: what do you want Dylan?
Unknown: Dylan? Oh no it's Marty, I just lost Buffy and she won't answer me
Cyrus: oh, yeah yeah ok I'll find her
Unknown: who is Dylan?
Cyrus: someone
Cyrus: no one
Marty: well someone or no one?
Cyrus: it doesn't matter
