swingsets and dance routines ; tyrus

chapter #11: goodnight n' go

A/N: I completely forgot to post the new chapter here oOPS but anyway, here it is!!

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"Come on Cy, do you really have to go?"

Cyrus looked impatient as he stepped around his boyfriend, grabbing his phone from the counter. They'd been going back and forth like this for a few minutes now, and it didn't seem to be getting them anywhere.

"Yes - I really have to go! I promised Andi and Buffy I'd meet them soon."

He made for the front door, but a hand wrapped around his arm, preventing him from moving forward.

"You spend more time hanging out with them than you do me ."

Cyrus just turned his head away from the boy, feeling tears begin to prick at his eyes. It was like this every time he went to catch up with his friends, and it never failed in making him feel guilty.

"Dylan...that's not true. Besides, they're important to me-"

"But neither of them like me," he interrupted.

Cyrus continued to look away, feigning a sudden interest in the sunset outside. Dylan noticed this and let out an annoyed huff.

"You know that, right? None of your friends like me."

"Dylan - that's not-"

"True?" the boy laughed. "Give me a break."

Cyrus tugged his arm from Dylan's grasp, still refusing to look at him because that would without a doubt end in him giving in. He couldn't help but get worried when the boy spoke like this - it almost always resulted in a fight of some kind, and he really couldn't handle another one so soon after the last. He loved Dylan, or at least that's what he told himself, but this constant push-and-pull game was slowly wearing him down.

"Dylan - you have soccer practise anyway! Why is this such a big deal? While you're there, I'll be with my friends."

"That's not until later! I don't wanna be alone here," the boy whined, and Cyrus almost wanted to laugh with how ridiculous the whole situation was.

"Your sister's right there in her room, you know?"

Dylan rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Actually - I don't," said Cyrus, feeling anger begin to bubble to the surface. "Dylan - you can't just - you can't do this every time I want to hang out with someone! I have people in my life that care about me!"

" I care about you! Isn't that enough?"

Cyrus couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped his lips. At this point, he was honestly doubting if Dylan cared about him at all.

Dylan softened slightly then, as he always did, and Cyrus knew exactly what was coming next.

"Come on baby," he mumbled, stepping into the boy's space and putting a hand on his waist. Cyrus just shook his head, still looking down at the ground as if it were suddenly the most important thing in the world. He hated being called that.

There they were - stood in the kitchen while the sun continued to lower in the sky, the time he was supposed to meet with his friends fast approaching. He didn't have time for this. He really didn't have time for this.

Dylan went to press a kiss to his lips but Cyrus just turned his head, and it ended up landing on his cheek. He scoffed to himself and stepped back.