But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED

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•Cyrus•
"Ok" I looked at TJ, instantly moving to be closer to him. He leaned back into a recliner, keeping us on the floor. I leaned into his side, breathing in deeply. I like the way he smells. He wrapped his arm around me, my arms hugging his torso. I played with the pocket of his ADIDAS hoodie, sighing with content. I'm never this content with Jonah.
"What happened?" TJ whispered, breaking the comfortable silence.
"He yelled at me again. He threw a book behind me." TJ's grip tightened on me. He hates the idea of me being hurt.
"Cyrus he threw that at you, not behind you. He just missed." I pressed my face into his side. Don't cry Cyrus, don't cry.
"H-He.....Jonah would never hurt me. Jonah Beck loves me." TJ sighed. He doesn't fight me on these things. He just listens and comforts.
"Okay. Can you tell me why he threw a book at you?"

        I shook my head, getting off of him. He would be upset if he saw this. Jonah doesn't want TJ touching me ever again. I'm okay with that. Well....am I? I sat across from TJ, my hands fiddling together. He never forces me to tell him things. He never gets angry with me. He always just hugs me and tells me it's okay. He loves me. But, Jonah loves me in a different way. Jonah and I love each other in a different way. That's how relationships work. TJ and I is how friendships work.

    "Wanna draw?" I nodded.

        I crawled over slowly, sitting on the blanket. I took a pencil from his backpack, going to work. Roses. I'm going to draw roses. I ran my pencil along the white paint on the fireplace, rethinking everything that happened today. I turned, looking at TJ. He was drawing a deer on the fireplace, Bambi. We call each other Disney animals, Bambi and Baloo. It fits our personalities I guess.

I continued to draw my outline, thinking of what to make of it. It's just simple roses with vines and stems. I won't make them red, I'll just keep that black and white. Simple. Just like me. Simple. I placed the pencil on the blanket, smiling at my outline. I looked over, seeing TJ starting to outline his pencil drawing with sharpie.

"That looks nice." I whispered, my voice a little raspy from not talking for a bit.
"Thanks. Yours is way better though." He said, putting down the sharpie and moving closer to me. He sat behind me, his legs crossed over each other. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I outlined my pencil drawing with sharpie.
"No way. Mine looks like shit." He laughed, resting his chin on my shoulder. I started shading the flowers, trying to make them more realistic.
"I like yours better though, it's beautiful. Mine is just a cartoon. Anyone could draw a cartoon." I turned in his hold, frowning at him.
"Yah, but that cartoon is the nickname you call me. Which means it's instantly better."
"You're ridiculous." TJ snorted.
"Am not." I pouted.
"Are too."
"Am not." I pushed.
"Whatever you say boss."

       I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, going back to my work. I continued to shade my roses, TJ staying in the same position. I enjoy when we cuddle, it's different with him than with Jonah. Jonah is always so tense or he tries to escalate things to a point I don't want it to get to. TJ on the other hand holds me lightly. He leans against me and I lean against him. He runs his fingers up my arms or sides. He'll play with my hair sometimes.

    "Done." I whispered, placing my charcoal stick back in the bag. I blew on the drawing lightly, smiling at it.
"Beautiful. Just like the person who made it." TJ said softly, causing butterflies in my stomach. Jonah rarely calls me beautiful.
"Easy there cowboy. Taken." TJ giggled, but there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"I know, I know. Just a compliment."
"Wanna have a sleepover?" I questioned, his face becoming shocked.
"That was out of nowhere." I looked down at my hands, rubbing my coal covered finger tips together.
"It's okay if you don't want to, I just wanted to talk some more. I mean, we've known each other and have been friends for like, a year. And I realized I don't even know you that well." I looked back at TJ, him smiling widely.
"I would love to have a sleepover, Bambi."