Quick note: ***PLEASE READ MY MORE RECENT FICS RATHER THAN MY FIRST ONES. While I still don't like my writing, I can tell that I have gotten better over time. I don't want to delete my first few but please don't judge how good of a writer I am based on them. If you are looking to see and judge my writing, look at the later oneshots. (Well, some of them.) thank you!!

TJs POV

Today had been a great day, we won our basketball game, I got a B on my algebra test, and Amber called me to say she had been accepted into the dance collage she had applied for! Not to mention, Cyrus and I had been dating for almost three years now, and from what I can see, we were doing great. So yeah, it was a good day.

That is....until I went over to visit Cyrus.

After three years of dating, both of our families knew so I was able to be as cuddly as I wanted with Curly wherever we were. I knocked on the door, expecting my short boyfriend to answer, but instead, was greeted by Mrs. Goodman.

"Oh, good, TJ." She muttered, pulling me inside. "Cyrus won't leave his room. I don't know what's going on, this is so unlike him." My brows furrowed, what? Cyrus isn't usually like that. "Can I see him?" I asked. She nodded slowly and began to walk away, motioning me to head upstairs.

"Hey, Muffin...."

I called quietly outside his door. "Can you come open the door for me?" At first there was nothing, and I feared he didn't want to talk, but soon enough I heard the shuffling of his feet, then the door creek open.

"Hey, do you need to-" I stopped abruptly, covering my hands over my mouth. Head to toe in bruises and cuts stood Cyrus, his eyes cast down.

"TJ....I-I..."
"Who. Did. This."
I demanded, taking his hand in my own. "It's not important", he answered. "You're right. What's important right NOW is that you get cleaned up and explain what happened." He sighed, moving forward and placing his head against my chest.

"C'mon," I told him quietly. He lifted his head back up and shuffled back into his room. "The first aid kit is in the cabinet under ((a/n the stairs)) the sink...." Cyrus commented, knowing I'd be looking for awhile without his help.

I walked to the bathroom and followed his instructions. Sure enough, there was a lot right under the sink, I took it back into the room with me.

The moment I got back into the room, I set to work. Starting with his left cheek, whipping away the dried blood then covering the cut with a piece of gauze. Then we're his lips, I gently soothed the cloth over his lower lip. As I worked, he watched me, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

I smirked, looking up to make eye contact with him. He quirked his eyebrows, this just made me laugh. I leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his puffy lips.

"I love you."
He mumbled after I began to get back to work cleaning up his face

"I love you too, muffin." Cyrus closed his eyes as I cleaned the cut on his chin.
After a few more minutes, his face was all bandaged up. But I was almost sure that wasn't where it ended.
"Can you lift up your shirt for me, muffin?"
I asked him, leaning to whisper in his ear. He blushed a dark red, but nodded.

My suspicions were confirmed. He had a prominent dark purple bruise on his left side. It's clear that whoever did this to him had been right handed.

"Cyrus....this could be a lot worse than just a couple cuts. Does anything hurt more than the rest?" I asked, caressing the bruise on his shoulder.
"Just my side, but I don't think anything is broken....I'm okay TJ, really."

Cyrus' POV

I wasn't lying when I said that, I really am okay. I'm not going to lie though. It hurts. A lot. I couldn't be more great full to have a boyfriend like him.

I let my eyelids flutter shut as he rubbed my shoulders. It felt SO good.

"TJ...."
I opened my eyes, not knowing how long they had been closed.
"Hm?" He answered. To be honest, I don't know what I was going to say. But it all flew right out of my head when I say TJ. He hadn't moved from his spot in front of me on the bed. We just stared into eachothers eyes for a bit until he looked away, probably a good idea. I may not have been able to control myself if he hadn't.

"You need to get some rest. That's the best way to get better." He told me, leaning back over to caress my bruised cheek with his thumb.
"Yeah, yeah, I know..." I whispered back, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch.
"Stay?" I asked.

"Always."

A//n: I hope this one was okay too! It also didn't turn out the way I thought it would but....yeah. Hope you liked it! Your comments make my day (I'm very serious on that, they make me very happy)

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