What now? (A Tyrus fanfic)

Explanations

Cyrus P.O.V

Cyrus blinked his eyes open. A pair of arms rapped around him a little tighter. "Tj?" He asked sleepily. Tj mumbled and hugged Cyrus closer to him. "Tj, I should get going. I didn't tell my parents I was leaving." 

"Just... just a few more minutes." Tj offered. "No, I'm sorry I have to make it back home." Tj kissed Cyrus's neck. "No..." Tj whined. "Tj it's a school... well we must have school in like five hours until it starts. I should get going."  Tj rapped his arms around Cyrus and moved him to the other side of the bed. "Five more minutes." He said, his eyes were barely open as he pulled the blankets on top of the two of them. "Three more." Cyrus said with a smile. Tj smiled and went back to sleep. Cyrus put his hand on Tj's face and moved a stray hair out of his face. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Cyrus opened his eyes again. This time his head was on Tj's chest. "Okay, now I have to go." Tj rubbed his eyes with one hand. "Fine..." he said with a smile. Cyrus sat up and put on his shoes and grabbed his hoodie. Well it was Tj's but Cyrus loved to ware it. "So, does this mean we're good?" Tj asked. Cyrus kissed his dopey boyfriend. "Yes. It does." Tj smiled. "Teej, did you mean it? That I'm the one." Tj sat up and ran hand through his hair. "Yeah I did. And, Cy?" Cyrus smiled at him. "Yeah?" Tj's smile grew bigger. "I love you." 

"I love you, too." The boys stared at each other for a second. "I'd become Jewish for you." Tj simply stated. "What?" Cyrus asked. "I don't like and never have conformed to religion even though my family is very, very Catholic but I'd convert for you." Cyrus felt his heart swell at Tj's words. "Tj, you don't have to do anything for me, but thank you. You are the best boyfriend ever." Tj rested his head on Cyrus's shoulders. "Uno reverse card." He whispered. Cyrus laughed. "Tj, I'd get a Neapolitan Mastiff for you." Tj's head shot up at that. "Aw baby!" He yelled. "You'd really get one for me?" Cyrus nodded his head. "You're the best. You know I'd go to the worst college for medicine and physical training for you?" 

"Tj, I'd go to the worst film school for you."

"I'd sit through a play about how terrible basketball is for you."

"I'd follow you anywhere."

"I will marry you." Cyrus beamed at that and kissed Tj. "I'm literally so in love with you Teej." 

"I'm in love with you, Cy." Tj's eyes went to something on the floor. Cyrus's phone was on the floor. It was on... Cyrus went and picked it up. It had 22 un-read messages and 15 missed phone calls. The time read ten thirty. "OH MY GOD!" Cyrus yelled. Tj jumped up. "What?" He asked. "It's ten thirty! I've missed three classes! Damn it!" 

"It's okay! Cyrus breath, okay? We have biology together in... fifteen minutes. Damn it. Here's the plan;" he said as he grabbed a stack of clothes off his dresser. "I'll go brush my teeth, get dressed and get my back pack okay? You grab something from my closet and we'll be there asap." Tj then rushed out of the room. Cyrus took off his shoes again and grabbed a pair of sweat pants that had been cut into shorts and one of Tj's shirts. He got dressed and put his pajamas into one of Tj's back packs. He then rushed downstairs. Tj was swinging his back pack on his shoulders. 

Once in the car Cyrus texted his mom and step-dad. He told them he was okay and would explain more later. Soon enough they parked and hurried through the school. "Don't run, don't run, don't run." Cyrus whispered to Tj as they speed walked to class. They flung the door open to their biology class. "Ah, Mr. Kippen, Mr. Goodman. Nice to see you two decided to show up." Their teacher commented. "Uh, sorry... traffic?" Tj tried to come up with the excuse. "Is that an excuse or a question?" 

"Yes." Cyrus answered. He made eye contact with Buffy. She raised her eye brows suspiciously. "We'll just..." Tj took Cyrus's hand and Cyrus sat next to Buffy and Tj sat behind Cyrus. Their teacher continued and Buffy leaned over to Cyrus. "Cyrus, where have you been?" She asked. "Tj wanted to talk." He whispered. "And talking is why you don't have your back pack, are covered in hickeys, and are wearing his clothes?" Cyrus sputtered trying to think of a response. He hadn't noticed the hickeys. He hadn't gotten the chance to look in a mirror. "They're not hickeys. They are... mosquito bites. I have an allergy you know." He tried to explain. Buffy leaned back to Tj, "Got a bit carried away there aye mosquito?" Cyrus heard Tj mumble something. "Just pay attention Buffy. I'll explain later."