cutie • tyrus [complete]

eighteen.

-tw: slurs

a few days went by, people left marty and tj alone. but cyrus himself was now wondering,

what exactly was their history?

well, cyrus knew tj and marty had dated a few months after marty had moved there, freshman year.

he wasn't going to ask tj or marty now.

and maybe he never was.

-

tj: hey cy, date night monday? have a new place i wanna take you

cyrus opened the message.

yeah, sure! i don't have any plans, i don't think.

okay! i'll text you the times n stuff later 💘

❤❤

cyrus put down his phone. he smiled. dating tj was great. escpecially because nobody knew, and nobody would bug him.

-

cyrus came home from school on monday, running straight to the bathroom, wetting his hands and running his hands straight through his hair.

his date with tj was in an hour, and he wanted to look perfect.

he smiled softly when his hair looked fine.

"okay, this is only your second date with him, it'll be fine. the first one went fine, except the run in with marty, but other than that, you're good, goodman." he spoke to himsepf in the mirror.

he took a deep breath and walked downstairs.

todd was walking by, and looked him up and down.

"woah, slick, where you going?" he laughed.

"um, i have a date." cyrus rocked back on his heels nervously.

"a date? what's her name?" todd raised an eyebrow.

"tee....ana. tiana. we're going to get coffee and stuff, then go to the park near the woods and talk or whatever." cyrus saved himself.

"tiana, huh? well, be home by 8." todd chuckled.

"will do." cyrus nodded, and ran out the door.

he was meeting tj at the coffee place across from the spoon, and none of their friends usually went there. they were good. no more...run ins with them.

he walked in, smiling when he saw tj at a table. "hey!" tj smiled, holding two coffees. "i remembered your usual order."

cyrus takes the coffee, and sips it. it was, indeed, his usual. "thanks!"

tj smiled, standing up. he took cyrus' hand. "let's go then, shall we?"

"absolutely."

-

when the two boys reached the park, they sat underneath a willow tree, cyrus right before tj's lap. he had his arms around cyrus' waist.

he smiled up at him, which tj smiled back. "my boyfriend is so cute." he mumbled, making cyrus blush.

"am not." cyrus chuckled.

"are too!"

both smitten teens laughed and smiled.

little did they know, someone had seen the entire thing.

-

cyrus walked home by himself, and opened the door. he came face to face with todd.

"we need to talk. now."

cyrus' heart was thumping. he tries to think of what he could have possibly done wrong.

"o-okay." he sat down.

"you forgot your phone at home before your.." he rolled his eyes. "date. so, i went down to the coffee shop, seeing you weren't there. then, i walked down to the park like you'd said you'd be, and i see you in the arms of a boy!" todd nearly yelled.

cyrus flinched. "s-sorry."

"sorry doesn't cut it. you lied, and you're a homo! i'm not raising some sort of fag."

cyrus groaned angrily. "that's because you aren't raising me! my mom is! my mom couldn't give two fucks if i liked boys or not. you, however, are the only reason i haven't told mom i'm gay yet."

todd had a look in his eyes, that cyrus couldn't quite place as an emotion. it was anger, sadness, and shame all in one. however, no guilt. "go to your room," he handed him his phone, "tell this other gay boy you guys are breaking up," he pointed towards his room, "or you're being homeschooled. i'm not going to have you continue being a gay."

cyrus screamed, storming off to his room.

as soon as the door shut, tears poured.

cyrus: sorry teej

cyrus: i don't want to be with you

cyrus: i hate you.

tj opened his phone, nearly crying when he read it.

okay. i'm sorry.

i'm blocking your number.

goodbye, cyrus.

[this number has blocked you.]

tj started crying as well.

tj kippen doesn't cry.

i do now.

tj kippen doesn't fall in love.

i do now.

those words kept ringing in his mind.

i hate you i hate you i hate you

cyrus hated him.

and he just couldn't live with that.