Tyrus Oneshots || Andi Mack

Goodbye

Oneshot based on the song 'Goodbye' by Miley Cyrus. Had this idea in my drafts since January but I kept putting it off because it's sad oof. Finally got around to writing it, so here it is. This will be in Cyrus's POV.

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I can honestly say you've been on my mind
Since I woke up today

Staring blankly at the ceiling. That's all I've been doing since 7:13AM. It's a sunny day in May and all I'm doing is staring at my ceiling. Well, aside from lying on my back in bed, and, oh yeah. Thinking about him. My...ex-boyfriend, as much as it hurts to say. TJ Kippen.

It's now 10:40AM, as I can tell from looking over at my alarm clock for the first time in over three hours. I'm surprised I haven't fallen back asleep yet. But then again, it's not really that surprising. I mean, this has been happening at least once a week, for the last two months.

I miss him. I miss him so much. Gosh, I can't deal with this. I slowly sit up, wincing from the cramps in my back. I've got to stop doing this. Staying in the same position in bed for three hours after I woke up was probably not the best decision. But when you've already made possibly the worst decision you could ever make, why even care? It's not like I have school today. It's Sunday.

I look at your photograph all the time
These memories come back to life
And I don't mind

Once I've sat up completely, I stand up and walk over to my dresser. But instead of picking up my phone, like I planned to do before heading downstairs, I make yet another senseless decision. I flip over the picture frame that's face down next to my favourite book. I stare at the photo of TJ hugging me from behind, my chest suddenly feeling tight.

I feel my eyes start to water slightly. Don't cry.... Don't. Cry, I think to myself, firmly. I wipe my eyes dry with the back of my hand. It's your own fault, you freak. Get over it already.

I take a deep breath and pick up my phone, before walking downstairs. I plaster on the same fake smile I use every day, and approach the breakfast table to have pancakes with my parents.

I'm honestly glad they haven't picked up on anything yet. I don't want to have to explain everything to them. I never told them when I was dating TJ, even though it was very difficult to hide. I haven't even come out to them, which, is ridiculous. They're therapists, so they have to be supportive when almost half their clientele is in the community. But I'm still scared.

I remember when we kissed
I still feel it on my lips

When night comes, I lie back down in bed and put my headphones on. I put my music on shuffle in an attempt to distract myself, but it doesn't work. Every single stupid song reminds me of him. Why can't everything just stop? Please. I don't want to think about him. I don't want to think about him.

My mind flickers back to my fifteenth birthday party. We were counting down to midnight, waiting for me to officially be fifteen. It was a party with all my friends, not my family. And they all knew about our relationship. So when TJ pulled me away from the crowd last minute, we didn't have to worry about suspicion.

I remember he took me outside next to a tree in my backyard. There were lights set up everywhere, and I thought it was the sweetest thing ever. Suddenly, we heard everyone inside counting down from ten. I would start off being fifteen next to the love of my life. We had been dating for almost a month already, but I had no idea what was coming. TJ was staring at me with a soft smile as there was only three seconds left. We heard everyone shout, "one, zero, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CYRUS!"