Tyrus One Shots

Not To Me

By: hearttyrus
It was no secret that Cyrus Goodman was eclectic. Whether it was his obsession with reptiles or his extensive knowledge of therapeutic treatments (thanks to his four shrink parents), he was always a little "quirky" as some may say.

His friends–who had gotten used to his attributes–loved Cyrus. They were able to see a kind-hearted, sincere boy despite any mild oddities. Key word is: despite. Some of his habits, such as 'tater theater' or his lack of hand-eye coordination, were either ignored or gained a few eye rolls from his friends. And Cyrus was okay with the simple dismissal of his eccentricities. Well, for the most part.

Sometimes Cyrus wondered if anyone would actually enjoy his long conversations about dinosaur documentaries. Perhaps someone would like to go to the natural history museum with him and not be bored out of their minds. Maybe he'd meet someone who would actually listen to his impassioned rants about baby taters. What if someone actually liked the things that everyone else merely tolerated?

Whenever he would start to think that way, he shook the thoughts from his mind. His friends were awesome! No doubt about it. Andi was caring and loyal. Buffy was supportive and compassionate. Jonah was excitable and thoughtful. Who cares if they didn't like listening to him talk about his niche interests?

So Cyrus remained himself, fully aware that his idiosyncrasies went unnoticed.

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"Bet'cha I can finish my fries faster than you." Buffy taunted, quirking an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

"Oh, you're on Driscoll." Marty dramatically cracked his knuckles before the two dived into their baskets of french fries.

Cyrus watched with a small smile on his lips as the couple bumped elbows and pushed each other playfully. To him, Buffy and Marty were the perfect match. The ideal that all couples should follow. They balanced each other perfectly and Cyrus couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy because of their happiness. They had their downfalls and quarrels–mostly when Buffy decided to let her competitive side take over–but they both cared and accepted each other–flaws and all.

"It's so..." Marty coughed after finishing his last fry half a second after Buffy. "Salty."

"Is someone a sore loser?" Buffy said, her affectionate tone contrasting the snarky words as she passed Marty her unfinished milkshake.

"Never." Marty replied after slurping down the last of it and giving Buffy a big smile.

Cyrus sighed softly, tracing the trail of crumbs on the counter absent-mindedly. How he wanted someone to look at him like that. Well, his brain corrected him, not just any someone. Looking up slightly through his lashes, he watched TJ finish off his baby taters and wipe his hands with a napkin. Somehow, even wiping grease off his fingers was attractive when TJ did it.

It had been about five months since he finally realized his feelings for the blonde boy. Cyrus got a clue when started to feel warm just sitting next to TJ. He tried his very best to keep his feelings at bay. Last thing he needed was for TJ to feel uncomfortable and stop being his friend. Sure, there had been times where he pictured TJ holding his hand and cuddling with him on the couch, but he stopped those delusions as soon as they came to him. TJ Kippen was about as straight as they come and even if he did like boys, he would never have a crush on someone like Cyrus.

"Something bothering you, Underdog?" TJ's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he watched Cyrus zone out and stare at the table. That was one of the things that TJ was really good at; knowing when Cyrus was upset.

"I'm alright." He lied through his teeth. "Didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night." Hopefully his soft smile would convince his friend that he wasn't actually having a mental breakdown in The Spoon.