"You're not moving," he breathed out, not even bothering to hide his glances down at TJ's lips.
The other boy noticed this, smiling slightly and bringing a hand up to cup the side of Cyrus' face.
"Neither are you," he murmured back.
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A/N: Hello, here's a lil fic based on this prompt:
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There were many things that Cyrus associated with TJ Kippen. Being loud, being athletic, and being the most unbearably gorgeous guy in their year. That's why it was always somewhat of a shock walking into art and seeing him alone, completely caught up in his researching, or his essay-writing, or his painting. Their teacher absolutely adored him because of this, and Cyrus would always see him linger behind after class to have conversations with her.
Art was a subject he'd been forced into due to timetable clashes, so although Cyrus loved looking at art, especially Andi's, he just didn't seem to have an eye for it like his classmates did. In fact, he would usually spend a majority of the time talking to Buffy, who didn't particularly like the subject either.
It was a pleasantly cool spring morning when Cyrus took his usual seat beside the girl, offering her a small smile as he did so.
"Good morning, everyone. Today we're going to start a project that some of you may not necessarily like, but it has to be done as per the curriculum at least once during the semester. It's a collaborative art piece."
Cyrus and Buffy, in contrast the groans that filled the room, looked over at one another in excitement. If they paired up, then technically they'd have an excuse to talk during class.
"Of course, I'll be assigning pairs based on varying factors, including whether or not I think two people can work together well."
Their faces immediately fell.
"She could've just called us out directly," Buffy mumbled darkly, which Cyrus couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at.
"I'll put the pairs up on the board, then you guys can arrange yourselves, hopefully without too much chaos."
The collective sounds of chairs scraping and quiet murmuring filled the room as everyone packed up their things and sought out their partner. Cyrus stayed where he was for a few long moments, looking over at Buffy with a heavy sigh.
"Burdening someone else with my total lack of art skills is not what I was counting on today," he told her, a grimace on his face.
Buffy gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as she stood up. "We can make it through this. Who do you have, anyway?"
Cyrus looked up towards the board, almost afraid to see whatever name had been placed next to his on the spreadsheet. His eyes widened slightly, and as he opened his mouth to reply a voice had both of them turning around.
TJ was stood there, an easy smile on his lips as he addressed Cyrus.
"I think we're partners."
Buffy's eyebrows shot up at that, and she whirled back around again to check. A small scoff escaped her as she turned back around.
"I guess I'll leave you two to it, then," she said, giving Cyrus one last pat on the shoulder before moving across the room in search of her partner.
