[DISCONTINUED] the swingset -Tyrus

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Cyrus' pov
I woke up with a groan.

Yesterday when I came hom- I mean when I came to TJ's house- wait should I call it my home?

I'm not sure but, when I got here, Tj was going to say something to me, but I ran all the way upstairs and burst into tears.

I cried myself to sleep and I'm now waking up.

I walked to the bathroom to get ready for school, and I glanced at myself in the mirror, and saw tear stains on my cheeks.

I wasn't surprised. I see myself like this every morning due to me constantly crying every night.

But last night, it was bad. I wasn't just crying because of my mom. I was crying because of Tj.

He's been so nice to me, and I treat him now like he's done everything wrong to me. It's not that I don't like him anymore.

Actually I think I might be in love with him, but it's just when Kira is around, I feel like I mean nothing.

I feel like she's all he cares about. Like she's now his best friend. Or maybe even more than that!

Maybe they are secretly dating and he won't tell me, because he's afraid of how I'll react. I shouldn't even be thinking about this right now. I have to get ready for school.

Once I was done taking a shower, I went downstairs, only to be met with a pair of green, emerald eyes.

I looked right into them, and I tried to turn away but I couldn't. I saw something in TJ's eyes that make me feel like he hated me.

I felt tears forming in my eyes, and I brought my hand up to wipe them away. I turned towards the kitchen and began making myself cereal.

I brought my bowl to the table and sat down, not thinking about looking up once.

As I began eating I didn't realize I was already starting to cry. I felt someone touch my shoulder, but I didn't look up.

They began to wrap their arms around me and I only just buried my head into their chest, not planning to let go. I wasn't going to look up, because I already knew it was Tj.

"What's wrong, muffin?" TJ said in his soft voice.

"you hate me" I said in between my cries.

"no I don't. I could never hate you, even if I tried." He paused, and put his hand underneath my chin and lifted it up.

"Your too perfect for anyone to hate you" He said in a whisper.

Right then and there, I would've kissed him. I would've kissed him and I never would've stopped.

Only if. If he was gay. If he liked me. But he only wants to be my friend.

"T-thanks.." I said and smiled.

Me and Tj we're walking to school, and all I could do was smile. He told me I was perfect.

Me. How could someone like me be perfect? If I was perfect, I wouldn't be hated by literally everyone in the school.