Vacation | A Tyrus Story

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IM SORRY ITS SO LATE IVE BEEN BUSY ALL DAY BUT HERE LOVE YOU <3

Pov - Cyrus

I'm lying on my bed, scrolling thru Instapic.  Everyone seems to be having a fun time in Shadyside while I'm stuck here.  Don't get me wrong, I love it here, just not when you're in a mopy mood.  I'm only here for 5 more days.  Is that enough time for Tj to apologize?

Before I can think another thought there's a knock on the door.  My dad stands up to answer it.  

"Hey, is Cyrus there?" instantly, I know that it's Tj.  A cage of butterflies explodes in me and I walk over to the door.  I even let a smile out.

"I'm here," I say approaching the door.

My dad moves out of the way so I can speak to Tj. 

"Can I take you somewhere?" he asks.  My heart skips a beat.  Is this part of the apology?

I turn around to my parents.  I'm afraid they're going to say no, but to my surprise, they nod, giving me permission to go.

I do a victory dance in my head and follow Tj out to his car.

Once we are in the car, an awkward silence fills the vehicle.  

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Somewhere," Tj says.

I look out of the window in his car.  It's like whenever I'm in a car, the destination is always a secret. Weird.

I just hope this is a good apology.  I mean, I will probably forgive him anyway, unless his apology is actual trash.  He must've had a valid reason for leaving that night, but what was it?  I remember him saying something about his family.  But it could be anything.  He could be questioning himself.  

Then guilt hits me.  If he was questioning himself, I shouldn't have pushed it.  But yet again, the thing he had with Reed crosses my mind.  If he already knew, then he probably wasn't questioning it.  But he could have?  I decide not to mention my guilty feelings, and continue staring out the window.

Eventually I start to recognize where we are going.  I've traveled these roads many times to not know.  Soon, the ocean comes into view.  I look away from the window and out of the windshield.  Tj sneaks a quick glance at me.  When I look at him, he turns away.

He parks the car in the predicted place I guessed that we were headed.  The sandy beach is in view.  The coastal breeze hits me like a hug, welcoming me to the place that I love.

"Follow me," Tj says. I obey him.

He walks over to the railing where I first saw him.  I remember his sandy hair blowing in the wind like it was yesterday, well, last week.

He hops on the railing and I sit myself next to him.  For a moment we sit there in silence, looking at the ocean.  Just for a moment.  Then Tj speaks.

"I sat down to think about how to make it up to you," he says. "I knew I couldn't just talk my way out of this one."

His eyes meet mine, and I stare into his, deeply.

"I'm not fantastic with talking, as you've seen before." he continues.  "So I did something that already had words, but I changed them up a bit."

Tj pulls out his phone and clicks on a video from his camera roll.  Before I hit play, the cover of the video is Tj sitting on his bed with a guitar in his hands.  Did he--did he sing a song for me?