Oneshots || Tyrus

Green

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It had been two weeks since the costume day disaster.

Both boys had been holding onto a complete and utter avoidance of the other.

For Cyrus, there was confusion, hurt, and, despite his efforts to suppress it, worry. No matter how hard he tried, or how long he cried, he could find no reason in TJ's actions, and the theories his deepest doubts concocted burned viciously in his chest and singed his heart.

He has spent that Sunday morning as he had most lately, locked up in his room with the curtains drawn closed and the lights off. The faint glow of his desktop cast an eerie glow on his colorless room. The scene was sorrowful, blanked in the gloom of gray.

And there he lay, wrapped in an old tattered blanket from his mom's house, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

A gentle knocking on his sealed door stirred him out of his daze.

"Come in" he said weakly, tensing up in anticipation of the sudden flood of bright yellow light that flooded his room as his father slid the door open.

"Hey Cy-Guy, how'd you sleep?" His dad asked gently.

"Same as always," he sighed, "more nightmares."

"I'm sorry C-Man, I know how hard it is." His father nodded in understanding, furrowing his brows in thought.

"But I bet I know something that would wake you right up and make you feel better!" He said, a bit too eager. "Its a beautiful day out, and if you're up for it, you could mow the lawn for a few extra dollars of allowance."

Cyrus sighed, he knew there was no escaping it. He had to face the sun eventually.

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He swung the door open gently, warm air swirling around him in the spring breeze like a slap in the face.

Shuddering, he made his way over to the garage, keeping his eyes locked with the gray door.

Right foot, left foot. That's it Cyrus, just don't look down.

He reached the shed, slipping his key into the lock and dragging the door open slowly. Dust filled his lungs as he shuffled through the dimly lit room, reaching the lawnmower leaning vicariously on one of the back walls.

He kicked the door closed as he heaved the heavy old contraption onto the ground outside, spinning around to lock the door. But it was too late. He had already seen it.

Cyrus inhaled sharply, his whole body was shaking. He had to face it at some point. So, with a brave face, he turned around and puffed his chest out, forcing his eyes to focus on the scene in front of him.

Green.

His chest tightened, but he pushed on nevertheless, starting up the lawnmower and shoving it forward onto the landscape.

As he walked in grids across his lawn, he couldn't keep himself from crying softly as the greenery around him filled his vision.

It wasn't just any green after all, it was TJ's green. The soft blades of grass that blew in the breeze and the glossy leaves of the trees. The stems of his step-mother's garden and the buds of the bushes.

All of it reminded him of TJ, and it drove him crazy.

Visions of the boy flooded his head, forcing his focus onto the bittersweet memories of green.

He pictured the playground where they first really talked, with the sprawling hills of grass and the numerous tree branches canopying the sky.

He pictured the shirts he always wore, like the soft green tee that he was sporting when he showed up to the shiva for Cyrus's Bubbe Rose.

"Of course I came."

But more than anything, he pictured his eyes. Oh, how he longed to stare into them, to swim in their depths. TJ's eyes weren't just any green, they had layers. Hazel flecks created a slight ring around his pupil, spreading out into a gradient of sea foam and olive green. His eyes lightened as they reached the outer rim of his irises, with touches of blue peaking through at the edges.

Cyrus squeezes his eyes shut, trying to force the images out of his head that he had come to love.

"Hey"

He snapped his eyes open, spinning on his heel to address the owner of the greeting.

And there they were. TJ's eyes. Well, all of TJ actually, but all Cyrus could focus on were his eyes. Oh how he had missed them, the warmth in his chest and butterflies in his stomach that they caused.

Without thinking, he flung his arms around him, gripping the taller boy tightly.

"I missed you" he said breathlessly.

"I missed you too muffin" TJ signed, wrapping his arms around the brown eyed boy, squeezing him tightly.

Cyrus sighed into his chest.

He had gone weeks without his green counterpart, and he never wanted to be without the color, never wanted to part from the boy again.

Perhaps green was his favorite color after all.

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•A/N•
Hey all, I had high hopes for this one but idk how I feel about it now :/ Hopefully y'all like it though. I was inspired by my neighbors yard (not the one picture, that's just a stock photo) after a thunder storm. Everything was SO. GREEN. Anyways as always please comment! I love reading comments and hearing what you all have to say :)