Fresh Start (Tyrus) || Andi Mack

Seven // Cyrus

It's been 22 minutes since TJ replied to my messages, and 20 minutes since I texted back. But he hasn't responded or even read it yet. I'm lying down on my back on the floor of my bedroom as I stare at the last two messages I sent.

Muffin: I hope you feel
better.
delivered 3:10 pm

Muffin: I'm sorry if I've
upset you.
delivered 3:11 pm

I feel terrible about what happened with TJ last night. It's all my fault for bringing up the stupid soulmate thing. I knew he probably wouldn't be ready and yet I told him anyway! And I also accidentally used a rude sounding tone when I asked why he wasn't ready; I'm such an idiot.

He probably hates me now, and now I'll never be happy again because I've turned my own soulmate against me. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this. This soulmate thing. This, relationship thing. This 'being happy' thing. Maybe I'm just destined to be alone forever.

•••

The next morning, I grab my phone as I walk to the washroom to brush my teeth. I see that I have a message from TJ. Hoping that it's good news or at least neutral, I click the notification to open the conversation.

TJ: don't say sorry. you
did nothing wrong.
delivered 12:59 am

Muffin: ok...if you're sure
delivered 8:17 am

Muffin: are you going to
school today?
delivered 8:18 am

It's kind of pointless to ask at this point, since he was still up at like one in the morning. He'd most likely be too tired. But it's worth a shot, I guess.

After I finish brushing my teeth, I head downstairs and sit at the table, where my mom has already set a bowl of cereal for me. I quickly eat it up, and then sling my backpack over my shoulder, before heading out the door. I just hope my mom won't bombard me with annoying questions all the way to school like yesterday.

•••

At lunch time, I stand in line with May, once again praying for a chocolate chocolate chip muffin. I count the muffins and the people in line in front of me. There's actually more than enough this time! Yes! This is such a great day.

A few minutes later, with only 3 people left in front of me, I excitedly anticipate the delicious muffin that will be in my hands in less than 5 minutes. I impatiently tug on my sleeve, silently being very thankful that nobody took more than one.

"Incoming," May suddenly says to me, irritatedly. I see her roll her eyes before I turn to the door.

TJ walks into the cafeteria and he instantly makes eye contact with me. He stops in his tracks and our gazes lock on each other for a few moments.

Then, he spins around and rushes out the door. I shake my head and sigh as I turn back around to see that I've reached the counter. I grab a muffin and discontentedly tap my foot as I wait for May to finish getting her food.

As we walk back to our classroom, May taps my shoulder and says, "question."

"Shoot," I respond, trying not to let my mood show.