Cyrus POV

I groaned, sprawling out onto my dark blue bed spread. I could. Not. Sleep. I was still overly giddy about the party tonight, but my mind was also starting to question what TJ holding my hand meant. Did he actually like me? Or was that totally platonic? Ugh! I was so sure of myself tonight! Why does my mind always have to convince me of the worst?

The inner battle with my own conscience was interrupted by soft taps on my window. After freaking out for a solid three minutes, thinking that I was going to be killed, I quietly walked over to my window. Only to be met by a rock flying into my bedroom as I opened it.

"Oh, yikes! Sorry Cyrus!"

I know that voice. TJ. My heart sped up and my cheeks tinted pink as I slowly stuck my head out the window.

"Hi TJ, what's going on? Are you alright?"
I whisper-yelled down to him, as not to wake my parents.

"Yeah, Just wanted to, you know, talk?" He replied, sounding more like a question than a statement.

"Ok, uhhh, and how are you planning to get up here?"
"Climb, of course, you goof"
"TJ..."
I warned skeptically
"I don't know if that's safe"
"Nonsense, go sit on your bed, I'll be right up."

I was hesitant, but complied, heading over to sit down at the end of my bed. Soon enough TJ climbed through the window, a smirk on his face.

"Told you I'd be fine, underdog"

Gosh, I love it when he calls me that. It always reminds me of the day we became friends. But could I still say we were 'friends'?

"So, I wanted to talk"
I hummed in response, still looking at my feet as he came to sit next to me.

"About tonight"

Well, here it comes. He's going to tell me he was just joking around and hoped I didn't take it as anything else. Then he'll tell me maybe we shouldn't be friends after I tell him I thought he was serious and-

"I-would you maybe, uh, maybe want to be my boyfriend?"
Suddenly my mind stopped, all I could do was look right into TJ's eyes, shocked. He wanted to be with me. He wanted to be with ME!!

"I'm sorry Cyrus. I probably just made things really awkward, just-"
"Of course"
I cut him off, now it was his turn to stare.

"R-really?"
"Mhm"
"Great"
TJ smiled to himself before reaching for my hand and intertwining it with his own. I rested my head onto his shoulder, whispering "thank you"

He leaned down, kissing the top of my head, "no, thank you"

About an hour later, I began to grow tired, resting my head onto TJs lap as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Alright muffin, I think it's time you get some rest"
He commented, leaning down to whisper into my ear and sending chills down my spine. Muffin. He called me muffin. I couldn't gather the energy to talk and just hummed in response.

"I'm gonna head home, alright? We both need sleep"
I nodded softly as he slowly maneuvered my head onto the light blue pillow resting at the top of my bed. I whined from the lack of touch as he sent me a soft smile.

"Goodnight Cyrus"
I managed to squeak out a small,
"Goodnight TJ. Get home safe, mkay?"
"Will do"
He gave me a light kiss on the forehead before descending out the window. I let my eyes flutter closed as sleep covered me like a thick blanket.

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