Tyrus - the Sequel

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Im writing this right in the middle of an online zoom dance class

Day 8 (The last day)

Pov - Tj

"Post it,"  Cyrus says.  We look down at the tweet we just typed on my phone.  We've reread it many times, making sure that its perfect.

"Okay," I say and click the post button.

[Hello everyone, we would like to address something that has been popping up multiple times.  Homophobia towards me and Cyrus.  It isn't the best thing to hear from someone.  We wouldn't make fun of people or put them down because of their decisions.  What did we ever do to you?  Me and Cyrus can be together and we shouldn't get hate, because we are finally happy.  So we are asking politely, for the hate to stop, and for more love, or nothing at all, to come towards us.  Hate really does hurt.  -Tj and Cyrus :)]

The tweet is up.  I turn off my phone and set it down on the table.  I'm too scared to look at the responses that could possibly be flooding in.  

"Hopefully that will stop the messages," Cyrus says.

"Yeah, I hope." I say.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," he says.

I look deep into his deep brown eyes. "Yeah, it is," he gives me a soft smile.

We walk into the living room where all my friends sit.

"So did you post it?" Buffy asks.

"Yep," I say.

"Yay! I'm proud of you guys," Andi says.  We all need a friend like her.

"Yes, and if anyone tries to attack you again, I got your back," Buffy says.

Cyrus laughs nervously.  

"Don't go crazy," Marty says to his girlfriend.

Everyone already knows Buffy will go off if anyone tries to hurt any of us.

Cyrus's mom walks into the room. "Hey kids!  Time for the last say of Hanukkah gifts!"

I stand up and follow her out of the room.  I'm excited because I got Cyrus something I know he will love.  It's a perfect ending-of-Hanukkah gift.  

We all sit down in our usual formation, with Cyrus next to me, and pass around gifts.  I pull the box out from my hoodie pocket.

Cyrus pulls something out too.  We both look at each other. 

"Who goes first?" he asks.

"I don't know," I say. "You go first,"  I set down the box next to me as Cyrus gives me a similar box.

I open it up and remove the tissue paper.  Inside is a dog tag that goes around my neck.  More of a necklace, but a "manly" one you could call it.  I don't really like stereotyping things.  

I smile and look at the piece of jewelry.  There are words on it.  I read them out loud.

"To Not-So-Scary Basketball Guy," I say with a goofy smile on my face. 

I look over to Cyrus's shining face. "Thank you, I absolutely love it,"

I take the dog tag and put it around my neck.  

"It looks good on me," I say.

"For sure," Cyrus says, which makes me giggle.

"Oh!" I say picking up my box. "This is for you,"