《[DISCONTINUED] the swingset -Tyrus》9
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Cyrus' pov
i finally got to the auditorium.
I was about to take my seat when I realized I had to meet Vanessa back stage.
I was about to make my way up the stage stairs, but the lights went dim, signaling that the performance was about
to begin.
I sighed and made my way over to where Tj was sitting.
"hey." I said with no expression.
Tj raised his eyebrows at me.
"what's wrong?" Tj asked quietly.
"oh nothing." I said while staring at the stage with a blank face.
"well it seems like-" Tj began, but I cut him off.
"shush. The performance is starting" I said.
Tj whispered something, but the only part of the sentence I heard was "Vanessa was right"
I'm not too sure what she was right about, but I didn't care. I was too busy thinking about who the hell was that in the hallway.
TJ's pov
Cyrus was acting weird.
I didn't like it of course, but I really couldn't do anything about it.
"he's acting so distant. Vanessa was right" I quietly whispered to myself
Vanessa told me he was acting weird today, so I guess she must've spoken to him or something.
the song that Vanessa was singing sounded oddly familiar.
oh!
I remembered the intro of the song, and realized it was somewhere only we know.
I love that song.
Vanessa started singing. Jonah wasn't wrong.
Her voice was amazing.
I started thinking about the people this could be about.
Maybe Buffy and Marty?
no.
Maybe Andi and...
Oh! of course Amber.
But I didn't understand how it would relate to them.
I thought of all the fantasies of it being about me a cyrus.
That would be incredible.
As much as I like Cyrus, I can't bring myself to tell him. it's just too much.
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The song soon ended, and everyone clapped.
I look at the piece of paper, that was passed to me, and wrote two names.
Elena and Liam
those were the only two people that it could be about. or that I could think of. it seemed to resemble the 8th grade formal. I chuckled to myself lightly.
nobody could forget that night.
I tapped on cyrus' shoulder and he turned around frightened.
"what?" he said annoyed.
I was about to ask him who he wrote, but he seemed really tense right now.
"never mind" I said sadly.
Kira's pov
After watching Vanessa perform, I felt so many actual emotions.
no, I didn't mean anything I said to Vanessa.
I didn't care if Cyrus was gay, or anyone for that matter.
You can't really be homophobic, if you're a homo.
unless you just really hate yourself.
yeah, ok I'm lesbian. but I don't know how I'm gonna speak to Vanessa, after saying that to her.
We were best friends for so long, and imagine not being straight, and having your best friend call homosexuals, fags?
I would feel awful.
I can't believe I said that to her.
I have to apologize.
Vanessa's pov
I walked to the back of the stage, and laughed at Liam's previous joke.
I turned around, about to walk to my vanity mirror, but saw kira standing a few feet in front me.
I took a deep breath and approached her.
"hey." I said blankly.
"um, hey" she said sadly.
"I need to talk to you" we both said at the same time.
I giggled a bit. we used to do that a lot.
"You first" I said smiling lightly.
"I'm so so sorry about everything I said to you and your friends. I admit, I was awful to them. I regret it, but I just wanted to be friends with Tj. But I know that gives me no right to be that mean. And I shouldn't have mistreated the girls basketball team. it was obvious they were trying their hardest, and I just ruined their self esteem." she said already in tears.
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I looked at her sadly. it hurt me to see her like this.
"and I know I called them all fags. god I shouldn't have said that. I sounded like a total bitch, and I had no right to say that about anyone. I didn't mean it either. turns out I'm actually lesbian. I realized a few weeks, almost a month ago, and I handled it pretty well. and I don't want to be mean to anyone anymore. I want to make friends. I want to be happy, with you as my best friend again." she said happily.
"Kira. I forgive you. Actually even if you didn't apologize, I don't know how I would keep myself away from you. I love you way too much to let you go so easily. and I shouldn't have slapped you, or say anything rude. clearly you were hurting, but I didn't even care. I'm so sorry" I said while now crying.
I engulfed Kira in a hug, and sobbed into her shoulder.
I missed this.
I missed her.
🕎
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