Tyrus One-Shots

Everything Has Changed

Cyrus separated himself from Andi and Buffy so that he could retrieve the science book from his locker. Along his way, he wrote in his journal like he usually did when his friends weren't around. He enjoys writing his and TJ's names surrounded by hearts. Even though they have to keep their relationship a secret, he wants to show his love for the jock in something more than words.

He reached his destination and noticed TJ leaning against the attached lockers, holding a muffin in his hand. Cyrus gladly accepted the gift as TJ kissed his forehead.

"So," TJ started to say. "Watcha writing?"

Cyrus closed his journal and places it in his bag. He's not embarrassed at what he was working on, but he wants it to be special when he shows it to him. It had to be perfect, just like TJ. "Just some lousy art assignment. No big deal."

TJ smirked noticing how bad of a liar Cyrus is. The way the smaller boy scrunches his nose and blinks repeatedly is a clear signal that lies are being told, but he didn't bother finding out the truth because he figured Cyrus would show him eventually. "I see two-thirds of the Good Hair Crew aren't here."

"So our math tutoring is paying off. You understand fractions."

"What can I say, I learn from the best."

The couple laughed as Cyrus grabbed the science book and placed his bag inside the locker. When the two were leaving, Cyrus shut the locker door, but not all the way. The locker was barely even open, but open even for anyone to open it back up.

As the two were exiting the hallway, Reed removed himself from his hiding spot of behind the trash can. He had spent the past week trying to figure out a way to mess up their lives because of what they had done to him. He has been eavesdropping to gather information he could use, and he finally found out a starting point. He hated community service and wanted to make Cyrus pay. All he wanted to do was spend a day riding bikes and shooting watermelons, what more could a guy want. He wanted to have some fun, but he knew he shouldn't have allowed TJ to invite Cyrus. He knew from the second he saw Cyrus at the track that he wasn't cool enough and would chicken out, but he hadn't expected him to be a snitch. Ever since he received his sentence, he planned to get his revenge by trying to mess up his life.

Reed walked up to the locker and opened it to a sight that almost made him cringe. Cyrus's locker is more organized than the normal student. There were divided sections labeled with sticky notes and even a file holder on the door. Things were color-coded, and a chart was taped to one of the walls with all the information about everything that was stored in the locker. He was easily found the journal, which was sticking out of the open bag.

Reed flipped through the pages until he found the one he was hoping to find. The page was covered with their names, hearts, a poorly drawn sketch of the couple, and even the day their relationship began. Judging by the date, their one-month anniversary is Friday. At first he thought this was a joke, because he was TJ's best friend and he would've known if he was gay. But after spying for a week, things he noticed started adding up. He could tell Cyrus might have been that way, but never would've imagined TJ to be one too. Maybe Cyrus turned him, yeah that has to be it. TJ never showed signs of being one of those types, and now he is even more ready to get his revenge on that little freak for corrupting his friend. Maybe when he accomplishes his goal, TJ will go back to normal and their friendship can continue like it used to.

At the end of the day, Cyrus was having a complete meltdown. He was dumping everything out of his bag and even removing everything in his locker to find his journal. His once organized locker became a wasteland at the mess that was made. He was fairly certain that he placed his journal in his bag, but the clutter on the floor said otherwise. Cyrus had to take several deep breathes and process all possible outcomes as to what would happen if he couldn't find it. Maybe he left it in a class by accident, but the last place he remembers having it is in his hands in front of his locker. He couldn't think straight when he was like this. All his thoughts were scrambled and nothing is making sense.