Tyrus One Shots

Would You Like To Dance?

                             By: Seraph_Novak
As soon as the upbeat music shifted into something slow and romantic, TJ could feel Cyrus deflating next to him. He glanced over at the younger boy, studying the sad furrow of his brows, and felt a dull pang in his chest.

"Hey," he said, nudging the back of his hand, "you okay?"

Cyrus plastered on a smile. "What? Oh, yeah, I'm good. This is a really great song."

"I've never heard it before."

"Neither have I," Cyrus admitted. "But it's pretty, right? Perfect for a wedding."

TJ looked at all the dancing couples on the floor – Bex and Bowie included – then back at his friend. He hadn't seen Cyrus this glum in a while, not since he'd dropped his muffin in the cafeteria a few weeks ago. His heart clenched at the thought of him being upset.

"I'm sorry you couldn't find a date for today," he offered grimly. "You should be on the dancefloor right now."

Cyrus huffed a laugh. "Who'd wanna dance with me?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I just... I wish I had someone, you know? An actual boyfriend." He flashed TJ a rueful smile. "You can't enjoy me dragging you to these parties all the time."

TJ shrugged, the beginnings of a blush creeping up his neck. "I don't mind. It's kinda fun, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've never had any real friends before, so... it's a nice change of pace."

Cyrus squeezed his arm. "You're sweet. How the heck are you still single?"

"It's not by choice."

"Oh?" Cyrus dragged his chair closer to TJ, his eyes suddenly twinkling with intrigue. "Do you have a crush on someone? Is that why you keep rejecting all those girls?"

TJ loosened his tie and chuckled. "Easy, Cyrus. I'm not telling you anything. It's not like anything would ever happen, anyway."

"What do you mean? Anyone would be crazy to turn you down!"

"You really think that?"

Cyrus flushed. "Well, I mean... yeah. Who wouldn't wanna be with you?"

"The person I actually like, knowing my luck."

"Aha! So you do have a crush."

"I thought it was pretty obvious."

"Not to me," Cyrus said, his lips pursed. "And I'm supposed to be your best friend!"

TJ sighed. "If you knew who it was, you'd only feel sorry for me."

"How do you know?"

"Trust me, you would."

Cyrus screwed up his face (it was adorable) and flicked his eyes across the crowded venue. "Are they here?"

"What?"

"Your crush. Are they at the wedding?"

TJ could feel his palms starting to sweat. "Um... Maybe."

"That's a yes."

"Cyrus –"

"You should ask them to dance!"

"Huh?"

"If they like you back, they'll say yes. And if they don't, well... they don't deserve to dance with you anyway."

TJ shook his head. "The song's almost over, Underdog. There's no point."