Cyrus' POV
It was 7:30ish now and the sun had just set. We'd gotten the spoon to go and decided to take it to the swings.
"Can I ask you something?"
"How many times have I told you to stop doing that and just ask me. Go."
"What type of drunk are you?"
I could tell he was thrown by the question.
"What do you mean?"
"Like for example, Amber and Andi turn into party girls, Jonah gets all cuddly, Buffy gets angry, Marty starts saying dumb stuff. Who do you turn into?"
"I-I-I really don't know. I've never done anything like this before. Amber's the one who usually does all this stuff. I mean sure I've had beer before but I've never gotten drunk or anything.
Why?"
"I was just curious. I handle each type differently so I was wondering how I needed to handle you."
"I don't need handling."
"C'mon you know what I mean."
"I guess. Look it's 7:45 we should get going."
"Don't be like that."
"I don't know what you're talking about but seriously we need to get going."
"Seriously Teej don't be like that."
I saw him blush and look at the ground.
"Don't Teej me."
"We good?"
"We're good." And he put his arm around mine and we headed toward his car.
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Stumble
FanfictionIf you were in a room of all the people you've ever loved and you were drunk whose arms would you stumble into? "Tj are you drunk?" Tj and Cyrus have been best friends since eighth grade. It's getting near the end of senior year and there's this mas...
