Based on youth by Troye Sivan in later chapters. After Cyrus Bar Mitzvah.
Third Person POV
Cyrus popped another baby tater in his mouth, lost in thought. Usually, Cyrus came to the spoon with Andi or Buffy or even Jonah. Jonah. The main reason he sat in the booth alone, overthinking the little things. Cyrus didn't even know if he liked Jonah anymore. Seeing him at his bar mitzvah didn't feel like it always did when he saw jonah. Coming out to Andi was a good thing, but now that she knows, Cyrus can't help but wonder if things will be different between the two of them. The last baby tater was devoured and Cyrus walked to a familiar place.
First Person POV
I walked to the park, the swing set coming into view. The memory of my encounter with TJ burned fresh in my mind. It was weeks ago but felt like yesterday. The swing made a slight creaking noise when I sat on it, most likely not used to my weight. Suddenly, I felt foolish. I gave the majority of my seventh grade school year to Jonah. He was the only thought that crossed my mind. I probably didn't cross his once. I let everything be judged by wether he would like it. My outfit, my mood, probably everything else. I made myself believe I needed him. In reality, I haven't seen him in person for about a week. At school I avoided him, at home I stopped texting him. And I feel great. Not at the moment, but it's been one of my better weeks. It's like Andi said when she broke up with him, I feel free. He was the royal king, and I was just the Jester, a joke.
I flashed back to when TJ and I swung here a month ago. For that time being I was safe from my own intrusive thoughts. Jonah didn't cross my mind once. I was happy. The feeling went away as soon as TJ left. I know I like him but i'm not ready to admit it. Buffy would freak and Andi would side with Buffy. I'm also not ready to get hurt again. Why can't I just have a crush on a girl like all the other guys my age? What's so special about me?
"Muffin" I look behind me and see TJ walking closer. I steady my breathing and put on a fake smile. He sees right through it. "Not so scary basketball guy" I say attempting to lift the mood. The nickname lifts my spirits slightly. TJ sits on the swing next to me and looks into my eyes, "what's wrong" he mutters. "Nothing" I say as a last resort, I can't break down here in front of him. "You said you come here when you feel bad about yourself" damn I did didn't I. "I don't wanna talk about it" I say, Hopefully he will get the message and drop it. "That's fine, just know my doors always open" He says with a little sad smile on his face. Not like over the top like Jonah's smile. Jonah's smile looked like it was rubbing it in that you weren't perfect like him. TJ's smile looked shy, like it would disappear if you blinked. So I didn't blink. I stared until my eyes welled up with tears. This didn't feel like the first time we met under the swing set. It felt different. So I sat and stared at TJ and TJ stared at the ground. I found myself pushing my feet to make the swing move. And TJ did too.
Third Person POV
So they swung there. Thinking about everything and nothing. An unspoken agreement was made between the two. They would never leave each other when they were upset. So when TJ saw a smile on Cyrus' face his job was done. He pulled out his phone to find a text from his mom. "I have to go" mumbled the taller boy. He walked away and Cyrus wanted to call out to him to stay. But Cyrus said nothing and TJ kept walking.
I plan on updating this every sunday or when I have time. Cyrus and TJ are mostly OOC. There is hardly any fanfics for TJ and Cyrus so I decided to write one. Please notify me if there is a spelling or grammatical error.
-Amy