Tyrus One Shots

It's You

As soon as Amber opened the door and ushered Cyrus inside, his eyes started scanning every visible square inch of the Kippens' house, hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain dirty blond-haired boy. When he'd first discovered that TJ and Amber were siblings, he'd been afraid that the dynamics in their relationships would change, but so far, everything seemed to be going okay. Except for the fact that he was now not only harbouring a crush on his best friend's past nemesis, but also on his new friend's brother. He was breaking two classic rules right there, and he wasn't sure how to deal with that.

"What're you looking for?" Amber asked, her perfectly intimidating eyebrows drawn together. She was frowning in amusement as Cyrus strained his neck around every corner, mindlessly searching for TJ, but there was a glimmer of suspicion in her eyes as well. Did she know what was going on?

Cyrus slapped on a smile and returned his attention to Amber. Technically, he was here to see her anyway, so it would be rude of him to obsess over TJ all night.

"I was just wondering where the bathroom is?" he lied.

Amber pursed her lips. For a moment, Cyrus was convinced she was going to confront him about TJ, but then a porcelain smile slipped into place.

"There's one just around the corner," she said, "and another one opposite TJ's room upstairs."

At the mere mention of TJ's name, Cyrus' heart started to beat faster. His crush on the older boy was quickly snowballing into dangerous territory; if he didn't put a stop to it soon, he was at the risk of falling too far. The only thing that kept him from trying to move on was the small chance that TJ might feel the same way. It was a long shot, but Cyrus had definitely been receiving some not-so-subtle signals from TJ lately, and he was determined to figure out what that meant before he completely dismissed the possibility of his crush being reciprocated.

"Okay, thanks."

"Do you need to go now, or...?"

"I'm good."

"Alright." Amber shot him another suspicious look, then shrugged, tossing her blonde waves over her shoulder as she directed him to the living room. "You can just dump your stuff on the couch."

Cyrus smiled at the collection of basketball trophies adorning the cabinet in the corner of the room, each of them proudly displaying TJ's name. From the looks of it, they dated back almost nine years. It was adorable to think that TJ had been obsessed with basketball since he was a little kid, and Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of his friend winning games and making his family proud from a young age. He'd always known that TJ was more than just a dumb jock; he had a passion for basketball, not the bad-boy reputation that came with it.

"Those are all TJ's," Amber said, waving her hand at the cabinet. "I guess my little brother stole all the talent in the family."

Cyrus rolled his eyes fondly. "You're talented too, Amber."

"At what? Scaring people?"

"I'm sure that's just one of many talents you possess."

Amber smirked. "You know, for a gay guy, you really know how to sweet talk a lady."

"Thanks," Cyrus said with a laugh. Usually, if someone joked about his sexuality, he got anxious and paranoid. But with Amber, it was different. Ever since she'd confided in Cyrus about her first crush on another girl, their relationship had deepened. Buffy and Andi were still his best friends, of course, but it was nice to have someone who really understood what he was going through.

"Okay." Amber clapped her hands together, a sly grin tugging at her glossy pink lips. "Let's get this party started."

"I don't think a sleepover counts as a party."