TJ's Pov
The cool wind whips against my almost plastic cover as my feet drag behind me. Another long day with a bunch of tiny people, my feet are sore as well as my arms. Who knew you'd have to be ready to catch falling kids at a kiddie gym? I look back down at my phone for the 12th time today, specifically at a text from one Cyrus Goodman, inviting me to hang out with him, Buffy, and Andi at The Spoon. That made me smile absent mindedly to myself. Things were finally starting to look up for me, Buffy had forgiven me for all the bad things I've done, and now that me and her could be friends...well who knows what might happen.
I push open the doors to The Spoon, letting the warm, fried smelling, insides of the restaurant seemily melt the cold that was once stuck to my face. Immediately I noticed two familiar faces not even realize I walked in, but one turned to look to see who it was, Cyrus.
"Hey Underdog." I said to Cyrus. "Buffy, Andi, how's it going?" I say to the others politely.
"Hey TJ, come sit with us, I heard about your rap, color me impressed." Andi stated as Cyrus pulled out a chair for me from his sitting position. Buffy didnt say anything but gave me a small, tight lipped smile.
"Thanks, so what's going on?" I asked, filling the quiet I could sense creeping up.
"We were just talking about Andi's Mom, and how she's getting married soon." Cyrus pipes up.
"Oh, that's cool. Are you gonna be the the maid of honor?" I ask her.
"No, but I am going to be the ring bearer." I can visibly see Buffy trying to avoid my gaze, I really thought that we were finally cool and could be friends.
"Hey guys, I just remembered my mom needed some help with unpacking, I should probably head out." Buffy states as she stands up. She gives me a quick glance before walking out.
Andi and Cyrus are clearly in the loop about what that was about, and I have a feeling I know as well. Andi isn't looking at me now, and Cyrus is just looking at his plate of Baby Taters, a little upset. I can't take seeing him like this. "Let me go talk to her." I say.
I follow her out and quickly catch up. "Buffy, please stop." And she does, but waits a moment before turning around.
"What's up Tj?" She asks nonchalantly.
"Why are you doing this, I thought we were finally cool?"
"We are, but like I told you, I don't know if I can be friends with you. Even if it was the best apology ever." I start to get mad at this, coming up with that rap wasn't easy, even if it wasn't professional status.
"Why not? What do I have to do?!" I practically yell at this point, my frustration getting the better of me.
"Why do you care?" I can see pink starting to creep up her cheeks, she's getting just as mad as me.
"Because, if I can't be friends with you, how am I suppose to get Cyrus to go out with me?!" I say, a little too loud than i would've liked. It takes a second to process what I've just said, but when her shocked face registers in my head, my jaw drops slightly and I cover my mouth as I make a run for it, past her, away from The Spoon.