•Cyrus•
I looked in my mirror at my old clothing that sagged on my body, pastel pink paint on my cheek and arms. And for the first time in a while...there was a smile on my face. I like my smile, the way it curves at my cheeks leaving small dimples. My eyes crinkle in the corners and I just look genuinely happy. Because I am. I am so genuinely happy.
"What're you all smiley about?" TJ questioned, wrapping his paint covered arms around me.
"All of this. Every little bit of it." He laughed softly, moving to continue painting my room.The walls were once white and covered in drawings made by my friends and I. Now, except for one wall that we are currently painting, they are pastel pink and plain. The edges and base boards are white, but fresh with no drawings. My therapist suggested I start new, be-rid of things that could remind me of what happened to me. Therefore, James painted the rest of the house over the course of two weeks and left TJ and I to do my room and Jagger's nursery.
As I look around now, many things are different. First off, there's nothing in here other than boxes and such (and my old mirror). But I can envision what it will look like. TJ picked out a new dresser for me, it's white and has a chair and vanity. That'll go right where my old one was. My bed is a different mattress and this time it's a white headboard and frame. I have a pink Ugg brand comforter with matching pillows that I'll put on top. I have a new desk that's white and a chair for it. There's also an area rug I bought for the center of my wood floor, pink and fluffy. As you can tell, the theme is pink and white.
I moved next to TJ, dragging my paint roller on the wall. Slowly, flowers and magical creatures and animals all disappeared. As I got lower down I was met by the dark, evil drawings I drew after I was raped. Yes, these make me sad. They always will. So, I'm covering them. With one swipe of the roller, the deep blacks and grays were covered by pink.
"I can't believe you're doing better than me with just one arm." TJ chuckled, looking down at my still casted arm. I get it off in two days.
"That's just because you suck." We both laughed, finishing our areas of the wall and stepping back. The room was done.We placed our rollers in their tins, lying on the floor. Our hands connected instantly, making my stomach feel all gooey. Come to think of it, I've felt like that around him for years. I had just tried to cover it up with Jonah, and ended up actually loving him. But...these feelings for TJ were always there, I just didn't want them. I pushed them far away into the back of my mind. Somewhere so far down that it still feels like a kindergarten crush when I look at him.
"Hey, T?" I moved to lay against him, his arm around my waist. My cast was on his chest, my left leg over him.
"Yeah?" He messed with the hem of my shirt, breathing slowly.
"We've decided to make JC's room Jungle Book themed. I mean, mine is going to have a slight Bambi theme, so we thought it would be cute." His chest shook with soft laughter.
"I like that. It's nice." I smiled, sitting up.
"You know, I've never seen your new room. I've never even seen your new house since your dad got custody." TJ smiled, looking up at me.
"It's nice. Way nicer than with my mom. My room is baby blue and has cute decorations. Amber put it all together over the past few years in hope I would come live there. Around the room there's band posters and Baloo decorations. There's a small basketball hoop on my door and a desk next to my bed. I have a TV in there too, which is crazy." I smiled at the way he spoke of his new home, soft and sweet.
"I wanna meet your dad some day. Is he nice?"
"The nicest. I told him I'm gay a day after moving in and last week he surprised me by hanging a pride flag in the living room. He told me it was because he wanted to world to know how proud he is of his son. And Lola loves having an older sister, so do I."

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But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED
FanfictionCyrus Goodman is a very sweet and innocent 16 year old boy. He likes to wear makeup and big sweaters. In his mind, everything in his world is perfect. He has the perfect boyfriend, Jonah Beck, and the perfect friends. He has the perfect life. Aside...