tyrus oneshots

#9: A Horror Movie 'Hang-out'

A/N: Hello I was in the mood to write fluff after 3x15 so this happened!!

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"Hey, underdog!"

Cyrus, who had been somewhat preoccupied with attempting to pry open his locker, spun around in surprise.

"TJ! How's it going?" he asked, voice slightly higher than he would've liked.

He was going for nonchalance, but when Cyrus reached out to place a hand against his locker he missed completely and ended up stumbling to the side slightly.

Yikes.

TJ just smiled though, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow?"

Cyrus' face still felt warm as he leant back against the metal, taking a few long moments to consider the offer. TJ gave his arm a playful shove, smiling when the boy began to laugh.

"No TJ, I definitely don't wanna hang out with you."

He gasped. "Fine then! I guess I'll go."

TJ made to walk away, but Cyrus pushed himself off of the locker and grabbed his arm, still smiling.

"No wait don't go! I'm sorry!"

The boy glanced down at their arms, expression softening slightly. "How would you feel about seeing a movie with me?"

Cyrus reluctantly dropped his hand, forgetting for a brief moment how exactly to form words. When he looked up his face was ridiculously close to TJ's, and that had him panicking and taking a step back.

"That sounds fun," he managed, "what time?"

"Um..." TJ paused for a moment, face reddening slightly, "well there's a new horror playing tomorrow at 7?"

"7 is good!"

"Cool," TJ nodded, giving Cyrus a small smile. "I'll text you the rest of the details this afternoon."

He glanced over Cyrus' shoulder at his locker, before letting out an amused huff. "Need help with that?"

"Psh, no...okay, maybe."

Cyrus stepped aside, allowing TJ to move forward and reach for the top of the locker door, prying it open after a few small tugs. He watched with an embarrassed smile as the boy stepped back again, giving his shoulder a pat.

"See you, Cy."

TJ was off after that, swallowed up by the crowds moving between classes. He let out a love-sick sounding sigh, adjusting his shirt as turned back to his locker and grabbed his books. Not even the pouring rain outside could dampen his mood at that moment.

"You did it again," came Buffy's voice from behind him.

Cyrus turned around again, an eyebrow raised in question. "Did what again?"

She gave the boy an exasperated look before adjusted her shirt, tugging at the fabric in an exaggerated fashion. Cyrus let out a huff and turned back to his locker.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted.

Buffy began rustling around in her pockets for a moment, before pulling out a small piece of paper. She shoved it into Cyrus' hands.

"Here's a flowchart, then."

The boy looked over it for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief.

Cyrus talks to TJ -> TJ does something 'cute' and/or walks away -> Cyrus nervously adjusts his shirt (because he's in love)

He laughed slightly and turned back to the girl, handing her the paper. "I adjust my shirt all the time, not just around TJ. And I'm not in love with him!"