What now? (A Tyrus fanfic)

Bad Idea

Cyrus P.O.V

Cyrus knocked on his door. 'You shouldn't be doing this.' A voice in his head told him. Damn it. 'His parents are out of town.'Yeah I know that voice.'You broke up.'Right again.'It's the middle of the night.'I am aware.'Amber and Cole aren't here either.'Yes I know!'My point is why are you here?' Cyrus took a deep breath. Why was he here? At his door. Cyrus couldn't believe Tj had called him. The door opened. Damn he was fine. The moon light hit his light brown hair. He was in his pajamas. "Uh, I thought we could talk." Cyrus stepped through the door. Yeah, he was angry. Tj closed the door, rolling his eyes. "Oh Cyrus would you like to come in?' Yes thank you Tj.'" He was so cute when he did that. It made Cyrus so much angrier. "Why am I here Jagger?" Cyrus couldn't resist calling the other boy that. "I thought you'd tell me why you came." Being with Tj had given Cyrus so much confidence; anger was just a good fuel for a fight. "I thought you'd tell me why we brake up then you call me at eleven o'clock at night? I thought we were done! I thought we'd 'drifted apart' and that when people don't 'vibe together they don't stay together!'" 

"Yeah?!"

"Yeah!" Cyrus shouted right back. "Well you're the one who shows up! You're the one shows up on my door step with those damn chocolate eyes in the moon light in your pajamas calling me Jagger!"

"You're right! I am the one who shows up! I'm the one decides to give you space! You! You are the one who likes to play with my heart! Tj I thought you were better!" His voice broke when he said better.  He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and wiped away a tear. "Maybe I call you because I get lonely! Maybe I call you because you make me happy! Okay? Maybe I brake up with you because I don't understand! I think that breaking up at the first fight is what you do when you're a teenager with stupid teenage romance! Maybe I realize that what we have isn't a stupid teenage romance!" He kept stepping closer. "Wow. Wow! Is that the best you got? 'Sorry I thought our love was stupid? Sorry I broke up with you?' You can be such an idiot sometimes Tj! Did you ever stop and think that breaking up with someone who loves you then calling them and being all attractive is a bad idea?" Cyrus advanced on Tj. "Maybe I- No! No! No, I know you're the one! That's why I call you! You, you..." Their faces were almost touching. A calmness seemed to have washed over Tj. Breath coming into his lungs; lips parted ever so slightly. "Did... did you say you loved me?" He asked. "No. I said I love you. Even if you are a scary basketball guy." The memory from the swing sets so long ago re-played in his head. 

Then Tj grabbed Cyrus. Lips met lips. Passion, like an untamed fire burned between the two of them. It was so cleche, but so romantic. Cyrus ran his hands through Tj's hair. Tj put his hands beneath Cyrus's shirt, onto his back. They were so cold, but the comforting kind of cold. Whatever had happened didn't matter anymore. No thoughts were needed and they weren't thinking as Tj started to walk. They stumbled up the stairs, down the hall, into Tj's bedroom. Tj kicked the door closed with his foot. It slammed. Cyrus and Tj stumbled toward Tj's bed. Then a crash came. The boys broke apart and looked at where it had come from. The clock on Tj's wall had fallen off. "Should we clean that up?" Cyrus asked. "No."

"No?"

"No."

"No."

"Yeah no. We can just you know," Cyrus interrupted Tj by moving a strand of hair out of T.j's eyes. "Get back to what we were doing?" Cyrus pulled a bit at T.j's shirt. Tj put his hands on top of Cyrus's and shoved him onto the bed. "Yeah."