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#12: Summer love (pt. 1)

A/N: Hello I was struck with motivation and ended up planning a long two part fic featuring flirty!TJ

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Cyrus was never really one to sleep late, particularly on school days. But the previous night he'd discovered a tv show on Netflix and well...things had gone downhill from there. In a flash it was 4 am and he still had one episode to go. He had felt like a zombie the whole day, listening in class but not really taking anything in, drifting down the corridors mindlessly, zoning in and out of conversation. Being summer, the warm sunlight pouring in through the windows wasn't exactly helping matters, either.

Buffy and Marty were chattering away opposite him at their lunch table, and although he really did try not to he couldn't help but zone out, eyes fixed on the trail of crumbs he was currently trailing with his fingers.

Only two more periods, only two more periods, only two more-

"Cyrus? You okay there?"

For someone so exhausted, Cyrus snapped out of his haze in what seemed to be an instant, giving Marty an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. What were we talking about?"

Buffy scoffed. "Remind me to never let you sleep late again."

Cyrus groaned miserably, burying his face in his hands and rubbing harshly at his eyes. "My fragile body wasn't designed for all-nighters."

"No ones body is," Buffy deadpanned, "it doesn't seem to stop people, though."

"We were discussing who's dad is better at baking cookies, by the way," said Marty.

Cyrus lifted his head from his hands. "Oh, well that's easy. It's my dad."

"That's a straight up lie," Buffy huffed, "have you even tasted my dad's cookies?"

Somehow, amongst the bustling sounds within the cafeteria, a voice spoke up. A voice that seemed to be addressing them, but honestly, Cyrus was so tired that he wouldn't be surprised if he'd imagined it.

"I hate to break it to you guys, but my dad would destroy all of your dads in any baking contest!"

Buffy and Marty whirled around in their seats almost immediately, eyes darting around the crowded cafeteria space for the source.

Okay. So he didn't imagine it then.

"Were they even talking to us?" Marty whispered.

Buffy's eyes landed on a table not so far from them, squinting sceptically. "Yeah, I think they were. And I think I know who, too."

Cyrus sighed heavily, directing his gaze towards the table Buffy seemed focused on. He immediately began to feel more awake when he noticed the duo that was sitting there, chatting animatedly as though they'd never stopped.

"Please don't tell me it was Amber. I prefer it when she's ignoring us," Cyrus said, dropping his head down onto the table with a gentle thud.

Marty shook his head. "No, I think it was Andi. She seems cool so it was probably a joke."

"They're missing hair gel guy," Buffy observed.

Cyrus couldn't help but laugh. "He doesn't even wear hair gel anymore, Buffy."

"What should I call him, then? Player boy?"

"...Hair gel guy is good."

"Even though player boy is pretty fitting," Marty mused.

Cyrus shrugged, getting up from his chair. "At least he's not straight. Anyways - I need to go ask my photography teacher for some help with my project, but I'll catch up with you guys later."