But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED

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•Cyrus•
        I woke up huddled to TJ's chest, his arm around me. I opened my eyes slowly, ignoring the fact I was practically on top of him. Whenever TJ sleeps over, we always wake up like this. Neither of us really mind. It's comfortable. Well, not so much comfortable as it is comforting. Both of us feel left out from certain things such as cuddling because TJ is single and my boyfriend hates "cutesy shit like cuddling."

          I lightly drew shapes on TJ's stomach, which was showing due to his shirt lifting up, with my finger. I promise you, this means nothing. I love Jonah, not TJ. I'm dating Jonah, not TJ. He loves me. I love him. We're in love.

        TJ has soft skin, like a peach. He has these little lines on his stomach that look like abs, but there isn't that much muscle. There is some, but not enough where people would consider them abs. I like touching his skin, it's nice. It's warm and squishy, just like his personality. As the thoughts ran around in my mind, TJ woke up. As an instinct, his grip around me tightened. I giggle, sitting up in his hold.

"No, I'm cold." He mumbled, sticking his hands in my shirt and resting them on my back. In reality, I shouldn't being letting him do this. He's acting like my boyfriend, but he isn't. Jonah is. Jonah loves me.
"Come on, you have to wake up. You have practice at three." I said softly, tapping his stomach lightly with my hand.
"Are you coming to my practice?" He asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I shook my head, getting up.
"Jonah's taking me on a date, so I can't this time. I'll try to be at your game though." I answered honestly.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked, sitting up and grabbing his jeans off of my floor.
"I don't know. He told me it was a surprise. I hope it's something romantic for once."

I sighed, watching TJ as he stood up. He put his jeans back on, grabbing his phone off the floor. He frowned at the screen, making me frown as well.

"What happened?" I questioned, standing next to him. Even thought he's about five inches taller than me, I like to be standing when we're talking to each other.
"Aiden can't go to the game. This sucks." TJ groaned, walking over to my vanity. He pushed his hair around until he like the way it sat on his head.
"Does Aiden go to all of your games?" I said softly, pulling clothes out of my dresser.
"He's never missed one. Every since I started basketball when I was, like, six, Aiden has been at all of my games." I nodded, pulling a light pink, over-sized sweater. I turned to face TJ.
"How about this one?" I changed the subject. I don't like when he's sad.
"Cute, but doesn't Jonah hate the pink princess vibe?" He was right, but I want to look pretty. All of my darker colored clothes are either TJ's or ugly.
"Who gives a shit? So, this sweater and white jeans, maybe?" TJ smiled, letting out a soft chuckle.
"Yah. And your pink Converse." I smiled, running into my bathroom to get changed.

On Jonah and I's date days, TJ always approves my outfit and helps me with final touches. Buffy will help sometimes but she's always so busy with Marty now, which doesn't bother me as much as you would think. Buffy, of course, is my best friend, but she thinks I should dress for Jonah and not for myself. So, it's nicer having TJ around.

        I looked in the mirror, pulling off TJ's hoodie. I looked at my torso, poking at myself. I traced my fingers over the whiteish scars that were once red and bleeding, smiling at how far I've come. I haven't left any new scars in about a year now, but it's been tough.

           I looked away from the mirror, continuing to get changed. I put on my outfit I picked out, looking back in the mirror. I swung open the bathroom door so TJ would know I was done, him walking in and sitting on the counter. I poked at my hair, running my hands through it a lot. TJ smiled, giggling softly.

"You look fine, Bambi. But, you're missing one thing." He announced, placing a black flower crown on my hair.
"He said no more flower crowns." I whispered, looking up at him.
"I thought you didn't care." A large smile spread across his face as he kept eye contact. I smiled, looking back in the mirror.
"I don't."

Time Skip
            My palm sweat into Jonah's as we walked down the street together, our hands intertwined. A pastel pink blush coated my cheeks, my hair lightly being brushed by the wind. I smiled, looking around at all the flowers and trees. This was nice.

    "Baby, I've been meaning to tell you something." Jonah says softly, stopping his walking. My heart beat heavy and fast in my chest. A lovely date is about to be ruined, and it's probably my fault.
"What is it?" I asked softly, turning to him. He took my free hand in his, holding both of my hands.
"I'm sorry for treating you horribly yesterday. I would never do anything to hurt you, really. I love you." I grew soft at his words, leaning into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, making me smile.
"I know. I love you too." Maybe if I keep saying it, it'll actually come true.
"I just don't think TJ is good for us, that's all." My heart stopped.
"You don't want me around him. I know. You've told me before." I said in a monotone voice, pulling out of the hug.
"Okay, glad to know you understand." He smiled, kissing my head.
"I do." He grabbed my hand again.

           We continued to walk, arriving at a park. This is my park. Well, this is TJ and I's park. Jonah never lets me come here. He chuckled at my shocked expression, wrapping his arm around my waist.

      "Happy?" He asked, me turning around.
"Of course I'm happy! Thank you for coming here with me, JoJo. It means a lot." I placed a soft kiss on his lips, lingering for a minute or so. Once I pulled off, I saw him smile. The same smile from our first kiss, the smile I wish was always there.

        I took his hand in mine, running to a flowerbed that was planted by a small stream. I knelt down, letting our hands disconnect. I ran my finger tips over the soft, green grass; I love the feeling. I started picking small flowers of different colors; pink and purple and yellow. Jonah sat next to me, pulling me to his side. I leaned against him, tying the stems of the flowers together. A small smile played on my lips as I felt his arms wrap around my waist. I feel secure when I'm in his arms.

       "Ta-da!" I exclaimed softly, holding the homemade flower crown in my hands.
"May I have the honor of being the first to adorn such a fine piece of jewelry?" I turned around in shock.
"Really?" I questioned.
"Yes, really."

       I sat on his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. I smiled widely, a large toothy smile. I delicately placed the flowers on my boyfriend's head. I admired the way the bright colors brought out his eyes and the natural blush in his cheeks. I giggled, his hands going to my back.

"How do I look?" I giggled at his happiness.
"Absolutely, perfect." I stared at him for a moment. This is the Jonah I fell in love with.

I leaned in, pressed a kiss to his lips. I know we're in a public place, but there's no one else here. Our kiss turned from small pecks into full making out. Our tongues danced and our lips smacked. This feels like a normal thing.

I enjoyed the kiss, breathing through my nose so I wouldn't have to separate. It's been a while since we kissed like this. Everything was going so perfect, until his touched me. Jonah Beck, was now gripping my ass with both hands. Am I supposed to like that he's doing that? Why do I feel uncomfortable? Why do I feel so violated?

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