Cyrus' pov

I ran as fast as I could, all the way to TJ's house, without thinking, of what could happen.

When I got there, I was nearly out of breath. I walked over to his door, panting.

I knocked on his door, weakly. Luckily, he opened it.

"Cyrus?" Tj said, clearly confused.

I looked at his face, and I couldn't say anything. I still don't know why, me being gay, had anything to do with the situation, with Tj.

I brushed it off, and stared into TJ's eyes for a moment, before bursting into tears. Tj pulled me in the house, and shut the door.

"Here come sit down" Tj said, worriedly. He grabbed my hand, and my heart fluttered for a moment.

I walked over to the couch with him, and continued crying. Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a hug.

I'm not sure why, but I felt butterflies in my stomach, as he hugged me. I'm pretty sure, I've just missed being around him.

"What's wrong? Is everything alright?" Tj asked.

"I- no it's just- I missed you" I said, instantly regretting the words.

I realized they came out so wrong, and I wanted to take them back, but I couldn't. I was about to change my words but I was cut off by Tj

"I missed you too" he said, smiling sadly.

His smile made me feel like it was only us in the room- well it was but, it made me feel like we were the only people in the world.

I'm still not sure why I'm feeling this way. It's a strange feeling. I've only felt this way, around Jonah.

I mean maybe I just- I was snapped out of my thoughts, when TJ's mom came through the door.

"Oh" she said, looking confused. "Are you ok?" She asked me.

What's up with people asking me, if I'm okay, today?

"I'm ok. TJ's just making me feel better" I said, smiling lightly.

"Oh. Okay." She said to me. "And what's your name?" She asked.

"Cyrus. Cyrus Goodman" I said giving her a smile.

"Cyrus? TJ's always talking about you" she says smirking.

"Oh" I exclaimed blushing.

"ok well I'm gonna go do some work. Have fun" she said while walking away, raising her eyebrows at TJ's concerned face.

I had no idea why she did that.

"Moms y'know?" He said scratching the back of his neck.

When he brought up the thought of moms, I instantly started getting worried. I didn't have my phone with me, since I left it in my room.

My mom has probably called the police by then.

"Oh no" I said.

"What's wrong?" Tj asked.

"No it's just..my mom she- oh god it's a long story" I said sighing in exhaustion.

"Oh. Don't worry I'll just have my mom drive you back home. Come on." He said getting up and grabbing my hand.

"No it's ok, I'll walk." I said only to be argued with.

"you think I'm gonna let you, walk home all alone?" He said with a smirk.

I was about to protest, but gave in, as I thought about how cold it could be.

I guess I was gonna be in a car with Tj and his very weird Mother. Great.

TJ's pov

When me in Cyrus were in the car, it was completely silent. There wasn't much to talk about, so the whole ride, I was staring out the window, wondering how I would handle my crush on Cyrus.

Yes, I had a crush on Cyrus. wasn't it obvious? I really hope not.

As much as I want me and Cyrus to date, I don't want him to find out I like him, from the homophobes of the school, or anyone else, besides me, for that matter.

Cyrus' pov

I'm not sure why, but I got a weird feeling of what would happen when I arrived at home.

My mom could've done anything. She could've called the police. And if she didn't she probably, would yell at me.

So many things to think about. I found myself slowly crying while looking out the window.

Tj noticed, and looked over at me. He didn't say anything though. He just looked back outside, and grabbed my hand, slowly caressing the top of it.

I smiled to myself a little. We were at a red light, and I heard a fire truck coming.

I looked out my window and saw it drive down the street, the light on the top was blinking red and white, so there was a fire somewhere.

I saw it kept, going down the road, and it turned on my street. I was concerned, because one of my neighbors must've caused a fire.

I was about to mention it, to TJ's mom, but decided against it, so I wouldn't worry her.

As she took the turn on my street, the first few houses were fine, and I saw a few neighbors looking, and walking down the road.

As she kept driving, towards my house, she gasped as she saw it up in flames.

I looked at my house, frantically, and saw what had happened to it.

My eyes began to fill with tears, as I didn't see my mom outside anywhere.

The ambulance, were still outside, and the fireman were trying to get inside without causing the house to fall down into pieces.

I let go of TJ's hand, feeling the breeze hit it, as I got out of TJ's car, and walked towards my house.

"You are not allowed to go into there, young man" one of the fireman said.

"Where's my mom? Is she ok? I live here! Is she alright? I need to know!" I screamed nervously.

"We are trying to get to her now. We aren't sure if she's ok, but we sent someone to go get her" he said giving me a weak smile.

I waited about 2 minutes, and the fireman came out with nobody. He shook his head sadly, and said something to one of the officers.

I only heard one bit, of their conversation, for me to know, my mother was gone.

"I saw her in there but she wasn't...she wasn't alive" he said.

I fell to my knees, as one of the officers, came out of the house with my mom in a stretcher.

My mother was completely dead. I didn't even have to take another look at her, while they took her into the truck, and checked her pulse.

The ambulance man, shook his head and said something to the other doctor. I can't believe she's gone. The last thing I said to her, was that she didn't understand me.

I yelled at her. I felt someone rap their arms around me, and tell me it was ok. I knew it was Tj, but I just couldn't look at him.

I buried my head into his chest, and sobbed out loud. She was gone. My mother was gone, and it was my fault.

TJ's pov

I couldn't see Cyrus like this. I just couldn't. I'm not sure if his mom was ok or not, but I don't think she was, considering Cyrus is crying.

I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. I didn't want to let go. He was so sad. He looked so lonely.

I thought for a moment, and slowly realized he didn't have a home anymore. I know that I have to ask my mom if he can stay with us.

He has no place to stay, and I would be more than happy, for him to be with me at my house.

I also realized, he never had his phone when he came to my house. He doesn't even have clothes! I mean, I could let him share my clothes, and that would be awfully cute, but I don't even know his size.

Hopefully my mom will let him stay with us.

I just need hope to be on my side this time.

Just hope.

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