my best friend: a tyrus fanfiction

chapter 6

Cyrus walked through the door along with Andi, Buffy, and Jonah. They all sat down at a table on the other side of the restaurant. I caught myself looking over at Cyrus one too many times and Emily must have noticed because she leaned over Iris and said, "TJ, what are you looking at?" Shit. Shit. Shit.

"I was a... watching Amber," I lied.

"Amber left a while ago. She said bye to us as she left. You don't remember?" She did? Uh oh.

"Uh," she shot me a look, "I got nothing."

Emily raised her eyebrows at me. Iris made sure it wasn't visible to the guys on the other side and nudged me with her arm.

"I was looking at them," I pointed to Cyrus's table, "I'm friends with them." It wasn't really a lie. I mean I am friends with Cyrus but not really his other friends. I mean I've talked to them before and they are nice people but I wouldn't say we're friends.

"Then go say hi!" Iris suggested. It was then that I realized that she thinks I like one of the girls. I took a relieved breath and thought about it.

"Nah, they look like they are busy," I looked over at them. They were laughing and having a good time. Cyrus had his head on Buffy's shoulder and he looked like he was singing. Jonah and Andi were laughing. Buffy rolled her eyes and then laughed as she put a dot of ketchup on Cyrus's nose. I looked back on my table when I realized I was smiling like a dork as I watched them.

I pulled out my chair and sat down defeated. I moved some things around to find my journal. I opened to a blank page and took a deep breath. I wrote the words Do you even like him? in the center of the page. Then I wrote some random things around it like our names and lyrics to songs. I also wrote reminders for myself on the page. Finally, in the top right-hand corner, I tapped down a picture I had drawn with two pieces of masking tape. It was a drawing of two people holding hands, I had drawn it one day when we got to doodle in art class. Next, to the drawing, I wrote TJ and Cyrus. On the bottom of the page, I left a blank spot for any other thoughts for the next few days. I closed the journal and left it on the desk not worried about anyone seeing it since my parents didn't always remember I exist and walked over to my bed which had my pajamas laid out. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, over the t-shirt I put on a sweatshirt. I went through my whole night routine, which included brushing my teeth, washing my face, and saying goodnight to the house, even though the only person who answered was Amber. I turned off the lights and climbed into bed not really going to sleep yet. I turned on The Office and watched until I couldn't keep my eyes open.

I must have fallen asleep still watching Netflix because the next morning I woke up with my computer closed and at the end of my bed and my head resting in my hand. I was still propped up just enough so only my shoulders were on the pillow along with my head. I rolled out of bed and made my way downstairs.

"Hey," I looked up to find Amber was sitting on the couch with her knees by her chest.

"Hey," I yawned. I sat down next to her and put my head on her shoulder. I felt her lean her head on mine.

"What's wrong," she asked sounding sad.

"Huh... oh nothing, I'm just thinking," I was thinking. I was thinking about how much I loved her and the fact that I know she would never judge me.

"Good. Oh yea, by the way, I was the person who moved your computer. You feel asleep. I mean obviously. I was going to brush my teeth and I heard your computer so I went to see if you were still up cause I knew what part you were on. I wanted to tell you something about the episode but I realized you were asleep so I turned it off for you," she explained.

I smiled, "Thanks."

We sat that way for a while neither one of us moving cause there was no need.

"How's Andi?" I asked breaking the silence.

I heard Amber let out a satisfied sigh, "Good."

"You two are so cute," I could hear how happy she was to talk about her and that made me happy.

"I guess so," I could feel her smile as she said that.

"So when are you going to ask her out?" I asked as I moved to face her on the couch.

"I dunno," she said honestly.

"You should."

"I know. I will at some point," she seemed sure.

"You should do it before she does it," that earned me a playful eye roll.

"Okay, mister knows-everything-about-Amber-Kippen's-love-life."

"Just saying."

It was a nice day. The sun was shining and there were few clouds in the sky. It looked like it should have been warm out but it was most definitely not warm out. Amber and I were on our way to the coffee shop. We liked to go there sometimes when we just wanted to sit and read. Towards the back of the store tables and leather chairs were set up. They had shelves with books all around the small cafe. It was always quiet which made it perfect for Amber and I. I sat in one of the chairs and Amber sat next to me with her back to my shoulder. We just sat reading for a while as we drank coffee and just enjoyed each other's company. I know most of my friends thought it was weird that I liked to hang out with my sister but it felt like we were more than siblings, not that that's possible. When I am with my sister I feel more than complete cause in a way she's my other half. She keeps all my secrets and can always tell when something is wrong without even having to look at me. It always helped to be that close with her since my parents were never really there for us. We spent so many nights together staying up past 4 am just talking while our parents fought. I remembered one night the summer before when that had happened.

The sound of my parents arguing filled the house. It was 12 at night already and I was not tired in the slightest. The arguing was louder than normal and I didn't know how Amber was handling it. I wasn't surprised when I heard my door creak open to reveal Amber standing there. She was holding her pillow and a blanket on one arm and her phone and water in the other hand.

"I figured you would show up, it's loud tonight," I said as I looked up at her. She nodded in agreement and walked over to my bed. She placed her water on my desk and sat down. She put her pillow on the opposite end of the bed so that she was facing me. I watched as she got as close to the wall as possible and put the blanket over herself. She always tried to get close to the wall because she felt bad taking up my bed. I only had a twin sized bed and she always offered to sleep on the bean bag but it didn't bother me. She was considerably shorter than me so it wasn't like her feet were near my face plus she sleeps with her knees by her chest.

"So, are you good?" I asked after she was settled.

"Yea, I just couldn't take it anymore," she admitted and I didn't blame her one bit.

"I don't know how you listen to it at all," I couldn't necessarily hear them as well as Amber could. Her room was right next to the stairs which lead to the kitchen. My room was farther back and a bathroom was between my room and hers.

"Me neither," she sighed. We sat the way we were for hours, talking about nothing in particular but it felt right. We talked until we were struggling to stay awake deciding that it was time to go to bed.

Thank god for Amber.

I am loving how this is turning out like I don't know if that is just me cause I'm writing it. I can't wait for you guys to see what happens (it will be soon I promise)!