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Scene 17

Cyrus

The alarm goes of at six am for me to get up and get ready for work. I would usually wait one beat just to fully be conscious and that I'm okay, turn the alarm off, unhook my phone from it's charger, check emails and notifications on my way to the shower and get ready for the day.

It's a lot harder to do so with TJ Kippen's arms wrapped around you.

I try to break free from his cage of comfort but TJ moans, "Noo, I like it here."

"We have to get up for work, Teej." I reason, despite me liking it here as much as him.

"Can't you like... call in or something? Say that we both got really sick or something, or that my injuries are really bad?" He tries. I turn around to face him, and for a moment get really (and very cliche-like) lost in his eyes again (you would think after looking at them for years and hours that you would get used to them, I haven't)

I kiss his nose, "We have to get up. If I don't go to work, who knows what will happen on set. It's really important that we get back on track." I carefully trace the area around his eye where his bruise still lies. "You'll have to sit out on this one today, T, I don't want you to get hurt more. Or for Andrew to randomly have a black eye."

He closes his eyes, smiling. "When did I get such a clever and responsible boyfriend?"

I pause momentarily to let the word sink in. I grin, "When we grew up and realized that there's more." I let him kiss me gently. "I haven't heard that word for a long time, Kippen."

His lips trail down my neck, "I think we should start using it again." He says in between. 

We eventually get up, although TJ still doesn't leave my side for more than a minute at a time. While I clean up my writing mess on the table he goes to get us breakfast again. We eat on the couch with our shoulders blurred together, watching an episode of the Office before we get dressed and ready for work.

"I like this." TJ comments as he's putting his work place approved boots on.

I turn to look at him, slinging my bag over one shoulder, "Like what?"

He comes closer, I'm still annoyed after all these years he still has and inch and a bit on me. "I like this, this normalcy. I like getting ready with you." He says taking my hand, "you don't know how many times teenage TJ thought about this."

"I think teenage Cyrus had a leg up on that. I was always the planner. Committed to the end." I reply, and it's true. I was that type of person. The person that starts dating someone and instantly imagines the next five years, ten years. Anniversaries and dinner dates, what their friends will think. Maybe that was my downfall. I was too clingy. I don't know what I am now. But I don't want to trap TJ like I did before.

TJ looks at me seriously, "I was committed too. I promise you that."

"Nothing good lasts forever. Everything is destine to break." And if we break up now it won't hurt as much as it did the first time. I'm telling you that you can back out if you want. I don't want to hurt you.

"Broken things can be fixed, with a bit of glue." TJ wraps me in his arms again, "and I'm committed, one hundred percent. I promise."

"You promise? Are you going to sign a contract for that too?" I ask him, not letting go.

"If that's what it takes for you to believe me." He replies.

"I believe you." I say into his heart.