tyrus oneshots

#11: 'Cause baby, we're just reckless kids

A/N: This was suggested by an anon on tumblr and I loved writing it so uh...thank you if you're out there!!

[Title is a modified lyric from 'Lights Down Low' by MAX bc I was out of ideas]

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It had been a cursed morning from the start.

Cyrus' mom woke him up before leaving for work, but he'd instantly fallen asleep again. That left him rolling out of bed about 45 minutes later in a blur of panic, rushing frantically about his empty house and grabbing various school supplies. He made it out of his front door about 10 minutes later, dishevelled but otherwise alive. Sort of.

A glance down at his phone confirmed that Cyrus had missed all three of the possible buses he could've taken to school, and for a few heart-sinking moments he considered the very real, very scary possibility of having to walk to school. His jacket was already proving to be no match against the icy winds, and that prospect really didn't seem appealing in the slightest considering the grey clouds above his head, threatening rainfall at any moment. He let out a heavy sigh, his breath visible in the air as he did so.

The idea had hit him suddenly, and soon enough he was frantically spamming TJ with messages, explaining his disaster of a morning and begging the boy to come and pick him up. He'd received a calm 'i'm on my way' in response, and at that, some of the tension in his body faded. He zipped up his jacket, which he's forgotten to do in his frantic state, and headed over to his front porch to sit down and wait.

Cyrus had come to expect many things from TJ Kippen. However, he'd be lying if he said he didn't almost faint when the boy pulled up in front of his house on his motorcycle, engine revving loudly as he came to a stop and pushed up the visor on his helmet. That in itself wasn't so bad - Cyrus knew TJ had a motorcycle, after all. No. What made his breath catch in his throat was the fact that TJ was wearing a leather jacket and dark blue denim jeans, looking as he'd walked right out of a poorly-acted romance film.

He blinked at the boy for a moment, who was giving him a cluelessly bright smile, before laughing slightly to himself.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

"TJ!" he managed to get out, hesitantly approaching the motorcycle, "no um...no car?"

The boy looked apologetic at that. "Yeah, sorry...Amber took it. But hey, motorcycles are fun!"

It took Cyrus a few more seconds, but once he'd recovered from the initial shock of seeing TJ looking unfairly perfect in a leather jacket, fear flooded his system all at once. He opened his mouth to speak, before promptly shutting it, heart beating away wildly in his chest.

"Um, yeah...fun...look TJ, I'm sure I could find some other way-"

"Come on underdog," the boy interrupted, clasping his hands together pleadingly, "I promise it'll be quick! You know I'd never let anything bad happen to you."

Cyrus could somehow feel heat flooding his cheeks despite the cold, and he briefly brought his hands up to his face in an attempt to conceal it. He looked down at the ground, smiling bashfully.

"I don't doubt that...but..."

TJ held up the spare helmet he'd brought along with him, showing it to Cyrus. "I put a rainbow flag sticker on this one."

Cyrus paused for a moment, looking back up with a playful smile. "TJ, if you really think a rainbow sticker is going to convince me to ride on the back of a motorcycle then...you'd be absolutely correct. Let's go."

The boy grinned at that, climbing off the motorcycle and gently kicking the metal stand up. His cheeks were visibly tinged red now from the cold as he stepped forward, placing the helmet on Cyrus' head.