Cy? | Tyrus

Tj.

Buffy

What the shit. Holy crap. Oh. My. God.

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO CYRUS! I screamed into his left ear and he turned around and looked at me, absloutely bewildered, with glass shards all over his body and a stench of mars bars.

What? He asked, with the worst possible attitude he could.

WHAT?? YOU DROVE INTO MY BEST FRIEND! MY. BEST. FRIEND. I was angry. I was fucking pissed. What did he just DO? Then i felt a soft hand on my shoulder, i turned around swiftly and Andi opened her mouth. I dont think he meant to do it, Buff. She barely whispered. She sounded scared of me? My face softened and althought i didnt want to admit it, i knew deep down, it was my fault. I just fell into Andi's arms as that boy stared at us. Im so, so, so sorry, Cyrus. I knew id fucked up big time, now.

The boy quietly said 'sorry' then started quivering and sat on the edge of the sidewalk next to Amber. Wait... Why's Amber with him?

Amber? I said. Who is that?

My brother, TJ. She responded calmly.

Oh. That was all i could say.

I just sat and cried long after we all got texts from school saying they knew what happened and we could have the day off. I stumbled along to Ambers house with Andi and... CJ? No. Dj? No. What was it? Oh yeah... TJ.

We all sat down on the couch and Amber grabbed some ice-cream for us to gorge as we try to think of what's happening to Cy right now. Is he even awake? Is he okay? How many bones did he break? Does he have permanent damage? I didnt really want to think about it but it was hard not to, since... Well yeah. I couldnt handle it anymore and went to the bathroom for a breather, and there i found Tj. He smelt odd but looked even worse. I hope he doesnt feel too bad about it. Its not completely his fault? I was the one who pushesd him. Oh. Oh. I- I was the one who pushed him.

I bit my tongue as i leant into every word i said. 
Tj, i really hope you're okay. It wasnt your fault.
It was hard to apologise, but i onew he deserved it.

Yeah. Its fine, i just cant get his face out my head.

Huh?

What?

I looked qa Tj.
Oh. No! When he full-fledge boshed into the windscreen and i could see a bloodied, squashed face. Fucking scary.

Holy shit. Thats like... Traumatising.

Yeah. I think im gonna give him a call and see how he's hanging.

Hold on! He whisper shouted.
Whats his instagram? I wanna apologise.

Oh, sure. Um... Hold on. I quickly opened up my phone, went to instagram, and got him up.

Uhh, here. I handed over my phone.

Cyrus_the_underdog ?

Yeah.

I rushed back into the living room, quickly sat down, and got his number up. Here goes nothing.