Hei, OMG did you ser the episode! That was amazing. Jeg love the scene where Cyrus comes out. Also the scene where Jonah has a panic attack. I never thought Disney would tackle mental health issues at all. It was unexpected, but I'm pleasantly surprised!

Okay done with the praising, here is some fanfiction to get you through the wait/hiatus. The inevitable one.

This story takes place after the Bar Mitzvah, but alludes to what happened.

Spoiler Alert for those who haven't seen it.

Jonah's POV:

It felt like the room was fading. Maybe like I was plummeting to my death. The room blurred and I felt paralyzed. I could barely move my arms and legs. It felt like I was being choked; just gasping for air and wanting them to take their fists off of me. I felt like I was using my last breaths to call out for help. TJ came over and was surprisingly nice. I never saw that coming, he always seemed like a jerk. Soon one of Cyrus's parents came over. Maybe it was one of his step parents, I couldn't have cared less in the moment. I just wanted the help, it felt like I was having a heart attack.

"You were having a panic attack"

I had no idea that could happen to people like me. It seemed to happen to people like them. Who ever 'them' are.

"Let me get Cyrus to translate"

No don't. I wouldn't want him to know. I wouldn't want any of them to know. I'm supposed to be the happy one, the carefree, and problem-less one. Not the one who has this. That's not Docious Magocious.

"I meet with kids who have them every day"

I don't want that to happen again. Take this away. It felt like I was dying. Why do I have to live in fear of it happening. Maybe Andi can take it away. When I was around her I never had this.

"Hey sweetie are you okay" My mom asks from the front seat of this sedan.

Great, now my mom wants to know. Does she need to? I don't want her worrying about me more that she has to.

"I'm fine" I lie.

"How was the bar mitzvah? Why did you want to leave early?" She questions.

"It was good. I was just having a bit of trouble with my friends, no big deal" I answer falsely.

"What trouble"

"Just the fact Buffy is having some issues with her mom. I felt like I just shouldn't be there; so I had Cyrus's personal shrink call you" I say with a touch of humor.

"Okay sweetie" she lets out finally.

I pull out my phone and look through me and Andi's pictures. All I can think of though is the photo booth with Walker.

After thinking about it I sneak out of my window and walk to Andi's.

I ask her to be my girlfriend.

Ummm is not the answer I had in mind.

After about five minutes of this I sneak back into my bedroom.

I look at the time. 11:24 isn't too late. I pull out my phone and see a text from Cyrus.

Cyrus: Why did you leave early

Me: Wasn't feeling docious magocious

Cyrus: Well I hope you feel better

Cyrus: I'm here if you want to talk

Oh great did his dad tell him.

Me: Okay

Cyrus: Do you want me to come over

In all honesty I do want him to come over, but I don't want him to know. I don't want anyone to know. I swipe my hands underneath my eyes. Why am I crying? Why can't I stop feeling horrible?

Me: Yeah dude I know it was your bar mitzvah

Me: U don't have 2

I don't want to bring him down. He's usually happy to see me though.

Cyrus: Sure

My mom has a lax policy on having friends over. Meaning she doesn't care. I see Cyrus's mom's car and Cyrus getting out.

"Hey dude"

"Hi Jonah"

"How were the last few moments of your bar mitzvah?"

"Good, Buffy is apparently moving soon. According to a fortune teller"

"Let's hope she's fake"

"I don't think she is, everything else said was to real. Jonah?"

"Yeah"

"Why did you leave, I interrogated my family, never got an answer"

"I wasn't feeling my best, want to go inside, it's cold"

"Sure"

We walk up to my room. Cyrus texts his mom something before placing his phone on my dresser.

"You don't have to be afraid of telling me anything"

"It's something with Andi"

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it"

"Jonah!"

"I don't"

I start to break down. Everything blurs. I feel like my circulations cut off, feeling my limbs numb. Gasping for air.

"You're not dying, You're not dying, You're not dying" I repeat in an audible whisper.

"Jonah!"

I regret having him over.

"What's happening?"

Should I tell Cyrus. Will he think differently of me? Will he hate me? I don't want to lose one of the only people I feel safe with.

"It's, It's, It's just a panic attack. I'll be fine, like I was before"

"Before?!"

"I'm sorry I didn't" I cut myself off, I feel like I'm going to...

"Jonah?"

I look up.

"What time is it?"

"It's 12:42"

"What?"

"You passed out!"

"Dude, I'm sorry I put you through that! That's not very docious magocious of me"

"It's fine, I texted my step dad and he told me what to do. Sorry If you didn't want him knowing."

"He knew, at your thing, he helped me. He told me I wasn't dying. I had never had this before. I've always been anxious, and stressed, maybe because I wanted to be perfect. Like I ignored all feelings associated with events. I felt, and still feel like I have to. People deserve that side of me, you deserve that side of me. Sorry that I can't do that right now."

"Jonah, don't be sorry. You don't have to be. You don't have to be like that around me if you don't want. I mean I'm always weak and some what self loathing around you. Maybe just not to the extremes with myself though. You always seemed cool; to be your always going to be. I care about you, don't feel like you have to be an image of perfection around me."

"Dude, that all sounds really superficial."

"Yeah, but it is true"

"Thanks."

"No problem."

I look around at the room. It's dark and the moon is the only light helping me look Cyrus in the eyes. Maybe that's all I can take. A barely showing silhouette. I can't take myself. I don't want me. How could he be around me. Nobody deserves what I'm putting them through.

"Jonah?"

"Yeah"

"If you don't want to talk about what's bugging you it's fine, sorry if I made it seem mandatory."

"Me and Andi broke up, she doesn't want me, nobody does."

"I do"

"Who cares what you think. You're just saying this to get me feeling awesome again. As if I felt like it in the first place."

"I never expected this from you, out of all people to be honest."

"Yeah, that's what makes this so much worse."

"Why?"

"Because maybe my problems were my secrets. Cyrus, how much did you really know about me? I was a pretty face, a school athlete, someone who was a ray of sunshine without a personality. Fake."

"Jonah..."

"I just wanted people to like me. Even if I faked myself. I never tell anyone this, not my mom who's barely around. Definitely not my dad who I haven't spoken a single word to in four years!"

He reaches in and hugs me. His hair smells like lavender and chocolate. It's not unwelcomed. Nobody tells anyone how nice it is to physically have someone next to you. Maybe if it was more excepted I'd do this more often. Not that I've ever cared for labels though...

Okay, sorry if this was a bit long. More Jyrus for you all though. If you want me to continue let me know.

The formatting was a bit strange as I did it on fanfiction's site and not what I write with.

Thanks for reading!-MA