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scriptwrites · 5 years

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penny lane

summary: unlikely friends come together as madness unfolds in their formally proper suburban town.

chapter one

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Our story takes place in a small town called Shadyside. Once a town of perfectionism, peace, and elegance, the events of 1989 would taint that forever. There were four main roads of Shadyside; Richmond Heights Avenue, Lansdon Street, East Iron Hill Road, and Penny Lane. Richmond Heights Avenue ran by the ever-so-elegant gated community Richmond Heights and the Shadyside Mall. Lansdon Street was the desolate street that went past the side of Richmond Heights. East Iron Hill Road went to the side of East Iron Hill Academy, the only school in Shadyside. It also went past the side of Southern View, “the poor community,” where I lived with my sister and my mom. Penny Lane was where everything happened. It ran past Iron Hill and Southern View and went through the Iron Hill Woods.

CYRUS

Iron Hill Academy was a cold place - in more ways than one. Every student knew something about someone else, every rumor spread like wildfire. The halls were desolate. You could always hear every footstep someone took, every time the art teacher opened up a display case to put something new inside of it. It didn’t matter who you were, if you walked by a group of students, they’d start to whisper about you instantly - whether it was about your hair, or who you hung out with, or if you were a teacher’s pet. It was just the way that Iron Hill worked. And every student knew that. However, it didn’t stop newcomer TJ Kippen from picking fights with anyone who breathed.

TJ Kippen and his sister Amber had moved into Shadyside in the middle of the semester. It was now the end of the entire school year, yet TJ had never cleaned up his act. Amber was almost the same, minus the fighting. She was as cold as Iron Hill, never talking to anyone but her brother, and shooting glares at everybody who disagreed with her.

Andi Mack and Buffy Driscoll were the self-proclaimed “popular girls” of Iron Hill. They did everything together and anyone who merely said “excuse me” or “bless you” to them was given a crude nickname and was the new target for cruel pranks.

Jonah Beck and Marty Wilson were the jocks. Both of them like a golden retriever - always happy, but never straying from “their pack” as they called their teammates. Jonah was oblivious to everything while Marty understood things but could never come up with an actual intelligent response. Personally, I can never figure out why their parents even sent them to get an education if they never used the knowledge they gained.

This, of course, leaves me and my best friend Walker. We were considered the “preps,” but it’s beyond me what the explanation for that is. Walker and I kept to ourselves most of the time but didn’t mind walking in the hallways looking like we think we're better than everyone else. But what can I say? We are better than everyone else. It’s just kind of a widely known thing in Iron Hill.

AMBER

[Shadyside Mall! Fun for the whole fami-]

I clicked off the TV. The eleventh ad I’ve seen for the mall since nine am this morning. I’d already memorized all the words, and it was getting boring. It was the fifth day of summer break. I’d painted my nails different colors about seven times in these past five days, and I was slowly running out of colors to use.

I didn’t have very many friends here, the only “friend” I had was my brother, TJ, but he wasn’t always my favorite person. I could make some new friends, but everybody at that stupid school I go to is cocky and annoying. Especially that priss Andi Mack and her goody-goody friend Buffy Driscoll. I cannot stand either of them and they’ve never said a word to me. And I hope they never do.

…

“Amber! Can you get some things for me from the drugstore?”

I reluctantly agreed, having nothing better to do. Once my mom gave me her list of what to buy and some money, I got on my bike and started to ride to the store.

My bike was nearly broken, but it rode well enough that I didn’t have to fix it just yet. I had gotten it when I was twelve, it was big for me then, so it was perfect for me now.

I arrived at the drugstore and leaned my bike against the wall. The kickstand had fallen off while TJ was messing around on my bike with his stupid friends.

Walking into the store, I nodded hello to the cashier and looked at the list.

“So then I told him that he’s not better than everyone else like he thinks he is.”

“Good! It’s about time someone put his snotty ass in its place.”

The sound of my two worst nightmares talking to each other in the medical supplies aisle gave me goosebumps. It was enough to make me want to leave the store altogether, but I knew I couldn’t do that to my mom.

For the next few minutes I avoided the medical aisle like the plague. But the last thing on the list was a wrist brace for TJ, who had stupidly fallen off his skateboard and injured his wrist.

Turning the corner into the aisle I grimaced, seeing Mack and Driscoll standing right where I needed to be standing in order to get the item that would allow me to leave the store. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot until the two noticed I existed.

“Oh look Buffy! It’s Amber, here to glare at us some more?”

“Oh look, it’s the demon queen! Mind getting out of the way?” I gave her a fake smile and motion to the shelf that they’re standing in front of.

Andi scoffs but her and Buffy move anyway.

I grab what I need and quickly go to the checkout counter, not wanting to see those two ever again.

JONAH

“Ghost player on first!”

“You know, it’s really hard playing baseball with two people.”

Marty rolls his eyes and runs back to home plate anyway, ready to bat again.

“Just pitch the ball, Jolamajama!”

I do what Marty says because he’s my best friend. Also because I know I can get him out with a curveball.

I throw the ball three times, all missing the bat due to Marty’s awful batting skills and I know he’s going to start whining about it.

“That’s so not fair, Jonah! I told you to pitch easy ones!”

“Uh, no you didn’t, Marty. You said ‘just pitch the ball, Jolamajama!’”

“Alright, whatever. Let’s just do something else, I’m bored of baseball.”

…

A few hours later found me and Marty in his house watching old sports movies. Although Marty was asleep.

There’s a knock on the door and I try to wake Marty up. He barely notices, and there’s another knock. I sigh and get up to answer.

When I open the door, there’s a kid standing there. He’s our age, and I think I’ve seen him around school a few times.

“Uh, you’re not Marty.” He smiles and looks down, kicking a little pebble on the porch.

“Oh, no, he was sleeping and I didn’t wanna wake him up.”

“Well okay then, I’ll get going. I’m Walker by the way.”

“Jonah. Nice to meet you, maybe I’ll see you around sometime?”

Walker smiles again and nods before waving and walking away.

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lovinmullen · 5 years

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Nothing Could Beat This Perfect Day...

Here’s my Valentine’s Day Gift Exchange, for the lovely @scientifthicc . Hello, i’m Leo(the locker boy). ‘Tis I, you’re valentine and i hope you’re having the most amazing day possible. I hope you enjoy this fluffy lil one-shot i’ve put togther for you, it’s Tyrus, with background of Bandi and Wonah, at pride !! ++ if you don’t like it i’ll more than happy make you something else because i don’t actually know if this is good or not sksksk,, i’m sorry if it’s bad but ilysm,, i hope you enjoy it and happy valentine’s day💘❤️

also !!! here’s a quick thank you to @swingsetboys for organising this absolutely lovely event !!! thank you endlessly for creating such a wholesome and lovely idea, i hope you have an amazing day !!💝💗

Also quick notes, i’m from UK and like not a big part, at all. i literally saw a tumblr post once where some geezer thought my city didn’t actually exist soooo sksksk... BUT we still do have a pride parade and that is the only pride i’ve ever been to because my parents don’t like me going to the really big ones like in London or Manchester ect. so i just wanted to give some context, because thats the only pride i’ve been to, so that’s what this fic is based upon. firstly, you march through the centre of town until you reach this massive fucking park / field and it is held there. there’s stalls where you can by flags, get face paint and have good, there’s a massive stage we’re bands and drag queens perform and then their are some roller coaster like rides. i’ve heard its very different in America so i thought i would just clear that up sksks sorry to be annoying💌

——————————<3

‘Boo’, TJ whispered jokingly into Cyrus’ ear as he engulfed the smaller boy in a back hug and then followed the action with a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.

‘Watch the glitter Teej!!’ Cyrus complained, giggling while a pout ghosted his lips. He turned around to see Tyler in all his beauty. His hair was fluffy and soft with no product in it, just how Cyrus liked it, he had his bulky yet adorable glasses on, rainbow pride flags painted across his cheeks and the biggest smile plastered on his face. He truly did look perfect, as always, Cyrus reminded himself fondly, a proud smile arriving at his lips. TJ was, his boyfriend. Cyrus Goodman was dating, the Tyler Joseph Kippen. Wow, Cyrus thought, happily. That boy truly was so whipped and so far gone. TJ and Cyrus or CJ, no, Tyrus, as Cy liked to call them, had been dating for almost a year now and the thought of the dirty blonde boy, even liking him back, let alone dating him, still makes the younger boy ecstatic.

‘Are you ready to meet the others?’ Cyrus questioned standing on his tiptoes to press a light kiss to TJ’s lips. The kiss was soft and tender. It was filled with so much love and Cyrus, honestly, couldn't be happier.

Cyrus and TJ walked to where the march would take place, hand in hand, lovingly without a care in the world. They were safe, happy and two boys in love, who couldn't wait for the pride parade to begin.

As they got closer to the meeting place of the march, they were met with Buffy and Andi sitting on the ground peacefully playing with each other's hands laughing loudly to one another over a joke Jonah had said, sitting across from them. Andi and Buffy were draped in Andi’s pansexual pride flag, sitting as closely together as possible, Andi honestly, should have just sat on Buffy's lap. Across from them, Jonah and Walker were sat horizontally from one another cross-legged with Jonah sitting as still as possible while Walker carefully painted an elegant and beautiful bisexual pride flag, in the shape of a heart across Jonah's cheeks. The paint was smooth and thick but it still failed to hide Jonah's blindingly pink blush that appeared when the artistic boy caressed his cheeks lovingly and placed a short but sweet peck to his boyfriend's lips.

When Cyrus and TJ finally came into view of the others they were swarmed with hugs and screams of excitement from their friends.

“Come on you slowcoaches let's get going !!!” Buffy screamed giddily grabbing the hands nearest to her as she tried to drag her friends along.

“Slowcoaches??” TJ questioned pulling his hand out of Buffy's grasp, “Is that a challenge Driscoll?” TJ asked mischievously, a smirk falling onto his lips.

“Oh God, not here too” Andi and Cyrus pleaded and then sighed in unison, rolling their eyes playfully at their significant others, before bursting out into a laugh.

“Yeah, a challenge you’re gonna lose!!”

“Oh shut up Driscoll I-”

“Let me guess” she sighed now mimicking TJ’s voice, “I CoUlD dO tHaT ShIT iN My sLeEP” “Bold of you to assume I actually sleep...” TJ states, lifting an eyebrow.

Walker tried to intervene but he was too late. He blinked for one second. BLINKED and they were already off, playfully shoving each other as they ran through the crowd, daring each other to run faster until one gave way.

Cyrus was sat on TJ’s lap with his head against the jocks chest as they tangled their hands together. Tyler was tapping their intertwined fingers lightly against Cyrus’ legs, to the tune of the blaring music filling the field.

They were watching the drag queens dance from the distance while Buffy and Andi were up close screaming their hearts out, dancing while throwing their linked hands in the air, bouncing uncontrollably. Jonah and Walker were watching them sweetly from the queue for milkshakes, placing bets on whos drink would go flying first. A bet which Walker ended up winning.

“Jonnnnneeee, stop laughing!!” Walker pleaded jokingly as he chuckled, hitting Jonah's arm lightly, “it's not polite”

Jonah stuck his tongue out to blow a raspberry before replying “Walker, you’re a great person and I love you but come on!! THE Buffy Driscoll just not only spilt a pint of Coke over some random dude but she is also apologising!!! We have to savour this moment! Someone, I beg, get a camera.” “I’m on it,” Walker said reaching for his phone before screaming “you’re doing great sweetie!!”

Which caused an abrupt burst of laughter from everyone but Buffy, who simply death stared until she couldn't hold her own laughter in anymore.

“I love you so much, and I am so lucky to have you in my life, you know that right?” TJ whispered into Cyrus’ ear as he hugged him tighter smiling softly to himself.

The smaller boy turned around to his boyfriend to give him a quick kiss. “I love you more, Teej, always and nothing's gonna to change that, okay? I promise.”

Cyrus always knew what to say, he was always amazing with words, and it was like he could read minds, the others found it annoying from time to time but TJ loved it and had never been more grateful for someone. Cyrus could see those words where what he needed because TJ gave Cyrus another kiss, but longer this time, a kiss with an underlying feeling of comfort and safety, one filled with so much love. The taller boy smiled into the kiss before pulling away and jumping up to his feet.

“Come on Underdog, let's go to some of the rides pwetttyy pweasseee!” TJ was giving Cyrus those puppy dog eyes that he knew his boyfriend couldn’t resist.

“Race ya there!!” Cyrus mumbled as he perked up and started sprinting away.

“Cy, babe, you don't even know where you’re going” TJ screamed as he ran to and then very quickly caught up with the Jewish boy. When he finally reached where Cyrus was, he picked him up and spun him around. Both of the boys erupted with playful laughter. They truly were, at that moment, happy and whole. This may only be the first pride parade they have been to but both the boys could tell, it would be the best by far because nothing could beat this perfect day.

#andi mack #tyrus #bandi #wonah #tyrus fic #wonah fic #bandi fic #tj kippen #joshua rush #luke mullen #cyrus goodman #peyton elizabeth lee #sofia wylie #buffy driscoll #jonah beck #walker brodsky #asher angel #cyrus x tj #tj x cyrus

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you-get-to-exhale-now-cyrus · 5 years

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Cyrus’ Dictionary

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Summary: Cyrus has always been good with words; there��s a reason English is his favorite subject. But with TJ, he seems to be at a loss for words. When they get paired up for a summer assignment, Cyrus slowly starts to build a new dictionary. One that involves TJ and everything they do together. Along the way, maybe he’ll find the words to tell him how he feels.

Chapter 2: Duende

Word Count: 3191

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TJ woke up the next morning to the sound of Amber’s voice drifting into his room from down the hall. Given her volume and the sheer amount of giggling he heard, she was definitely talking to Andi. Those two were almost attached at the hip, and when they weren’t, they were connected by a headphone cord.

“Amber, talk to your girlfriend quieter,” TJ groaned, and the giggling immediately ceased. After a few seconds of silence, which he found quite enjoyable, angry footsteps made their way down the hall and into his room.

“You are going to pay for that,” Amber hissed, loops of her blonde hair sticking out from her bun, “you can’t just go calling her my girlfriend,” she muttered, grabbing a pillow and lightly hitting TJ with it.

“Wow, I feel wounded,” he joked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on his bed, “are you coming to the art show today?”

Amber shrugged, taking a seat on the foot of her brother’s bed. “Maybe. I was going to talk to Andi about going, and then you interrupted me,”

TJ gave her a playful nudge with his foot. “Then what are you doing talking to me? Go talk to her! Text her! Whatever you have to do,” he insisted, shooing her out of his room. She tried to protest, but he pushed her out of his room, and closed the door with a final thud. He threw on a robe that was hanging off the edge of his bed, and grabbed his phone before making his way downstairs.

[Me: we’re still on for the art show right?]

He lingered a moment on his phone, seeing if he was going to get a response, but ultimately decided to just let it be. Slipping it into his pocket, he wandered into the kitchen to fix himself a bowl of cereal.

“Morning honey,” his mom greeted, walking down the stairs in a button down shirt and slacks, “I have a meeting today with the neighborhood leaders, so I won’t be back till late. Leftovers are in the fridge,” she said quickly, pecking him on the head and grabbing a granola bar, “oh, tell Amber I love her,” she added, before slipping on her flats and heading out the door.

“Amber! Mom says she hates you!” he yelled up the stairs, chuckling to himself as he grabbed a spoon and plopped himself in front of the TV. His phone buzzed a few times, prompting him to immediately put down his bowl and check his text messages.

[Underdog <3: duh dkdjdjsd of course we are]

[Underdog <3: meet u at noon]

[Underdog <3: and don’t point out jonah’s smittenness this time sksjdfh]

TJ smiled, rereading those three texts a few more times before he was snapped out of his thoughts by a certain blonde.

“TJ!” Amber repeated, “I asked if you could give me and Andi a ride to the art show. She’ll come here first,”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I can, I can do that,” he fumbled, quickly turning his phone off and putting it in the pocket of his robe. He tried to go back to eating his cereal, but Amber kept her gaze firmly on him, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Who’s texting you?” she smirked, taking a seat by him and reaching for his pocket, but TJ swatted her way.

“Nobody,” he grumbled, setting his bowl down and standing up, “just go get ready for the art show.” He started up the stairs, hoping Amber didn’t notice how loudly his heart was beating or how fast the blood rushed to his cheeks. He stopped once he reached his room, taking a breath in to try and calm his nerves. Checking his phone once more, he decided to send a quick text to Cyrus; TJ was the kind of person who hated not being the last one to send a text.

[Me: no promises. see you there ;)]

And before he had enough time to read and reread his text, he hit send. Was the winky face too flirty? Did it sound like he was going to do something that he shouldn’t? What was Cyrus thinking about it? What if he didn’t read his texts? What if-

“TJ!” Amber knocked on his door, “what’s taking so long? We’re going to be late!” she crooned, harshly tapping her foot.

Forgetting about the texts, TJ smirked, throwing his robe on the bed, and grabbing a red t-shirt and khakis. “Are you so worried that your girlfriend is going to freak out that you’re not there holding her hand?” he teased, chuckling when he heard her exhale loudly through her nose.

“I swear that if you call her my girlfriend one more fucking time, I will break down this door,” she threatened, the volume of her foot tapping increasing.

TJ swung open the door and leaned against the wall. “It’s a good thing I’m ready then, huh,” he joked, grabbing his phone from off of his nightstand and heading downstairs. As he went to go grab his keys, the doorbell rang.

“I’ve got it!” Amber yelled, half-running half-skipping to answer the door while slipping on her socks. One breath later, she opened the door to reveal Andi, who sported a flowery crop top and high-waisted yellow shorts. Her hair was pushed back by a black headband, and each of her fingers were adorned by rings. She kept her journal in between her arm and her torso, the spine adorned with sequins.

“Wow,” Amber muttered under her breath, before clearing her throat, “I-I mean, I, uh, I really like your outfit,”

“Thanks,” Andi replied, seemingly unfazed, “I like yours too,” she added, stepping inside and peering at the photos by the door. There were a few of Amber and TJ’s parents at their wedding, but the one that Andi liked the most was one of Amber and TJ when they were young and, evidently, covered in cake.

“You’re so cute in this one!” Andi gushed, and before Amber even had time to try and hide her blush, TJ shuffled towards the door, keys, phone, and journal in hand.

“Sorry it took so long, I got. . .distracted,” he mumbled, slipping on his pair of sneakers and trying to avoid Amber’s inevitable gaze, “ready to go?”

The trio headed out towards TJ’s car; a gently used truck, with a basketball sticker near the license plate. Amber and Andi sat in the back while TJ drove, and he couldn’t help but wink at Amber while Andi was adjusting her seatbelt. He turned on the radio as he backed out of the driveway, the gentle hum of Owl City filling the car.

“You like this?” Andi asked, giving a look of confusion.

“TJ’s a sap for nostalgic tunes,” she supplied, tossing her hair over the headrest, “whenever he drives, it’s a playlist filled with nothing but songs you screeched in elementary school,”

TJ scoffed, glancing up at his mirror. “Haven’t outgrown my seven-year old phase, gonna ride this one out,” he retorted playfully, turning up the radio.

The rest of the ride was mostly the same. The song would switch, Amber would tell Andi why TJ liked the song so much, and Andi would laugh so hard that it hurt. TJ couldn’t help but smile as he pulled into the parking lot of the art show. It took a little while for them to find parking (who knew Shadyside was the place to seek out local artists?), but after TJ circled around and cursed one too many times not so under his breath, they parked.

Amber and Andi quickly left, grabbing their belongings and leaving a trail of giggles behind. Shaking his head, TJ collected his things, locked the car, and went to find Cyrus, which didn’t take long. Only one high schooler would parade around an art show with their face painted like a puppy.

“Underdog,” TJ called, tearing Cyrus’ attention away from whatever photograph he was looking at, “what’s up?”

“TJ!” Cyrus cheered, saying a few words to who appeared to be the photographer before squeezing through a throng of bodies, and making his way towards TJ, “ready to explore the deep and mysterious realm of Shadyside’s art?”

TJ laughed heartily, tossing his head back. “Oh, I think I’m looking at the biggest mystery here,” he joked, studying Cyrus’ face, “who did that for you?”

“Walker did! Do you like it?” Cyrus asked, batting his lashes and sticking out his tongue.

I like so much more than the face paint, he thought, before nodding his head and pulling out his phone. “A true Underdog,” he mumbled, snapping a photo and showing the other boy.

“Boo, some of it is smudged,” Cyrus frowned, “take another one, please?”

“Nope,” TJ stated, pocketing his phone, “it looks fine. Besides, aren’t we here to see the real art?”

Cyrus put his hand over his chest, melodramatically. “How you wound me. Here I was thinking I was the real art,” he proclaimed, breaking into a fit of giggles, “c’mon, let’s go see some real art,” he added, grabbing TJ’s wrist and pulling him through a crowd of people.

Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush, TJ repeated to himself, instead choosing to blame his tinted cheeks on the heat.

They met up with Walker, and coincidentally Jonah, who were both hanging out by the face painting booth. Cyrus chatted with them for a little, while TJ glanced around the booth, taking in the details. He nearly choked on his own spit when he saw a small yellow heart on Jonah’s hand, with a faint blue ‘W’ inside of it. Call it fate or blame it on the universe, but the two boys made eye contact, and TJ glanced from Jonah’s hand to his eyes. The other boy ducked his head, putting his hand behind his back and mouthing ‘you saw nothing’.

“Do you wanna go check out the sculptures?” TJ asked, tapping Cyrus lightly on the shoulder.

“Oh, yeah totally! I’ll check in with you guys later,” he said with a wave, pivoting on his heel and turning to TJ with a confident smile.

TJ rolled his eyes. “You let Walker fix your face paint?”

Cyrus looked down at his feet, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Maybe. . .look a sculpture!” he cut in, rushing past a group of people before TJ could comment anything more on his face paint.

“It’s. . .interesting,” Cyrus noted, narrowing his eyes at the sculpture in front of them, “what am I looking at exactly?”

“It’s a tree made of makeup brushes,” TJ pointed out, “and the leaves are mirrors,” he added, mesmerized by all the different textures and colors.

“You really like it, huh,” Cyrus concluded, his black and white lips curling into a smile, “I’m not a big sculpture person. I prefer photography, myself,”

“But sculptures are just so. . .amazing. They’re all multidimensional and there’s so many sides to them that every angle is different. Maybe one isn’t as good as the other, but they all have value,” TJ gushed, practically in a daze.

Cyrus blinked. “Who knew you were such a passionate person about sculptures?” he mumbled, earning TJ’s attention.

He shrugged in response, kicking at a pebble on the ground. “I’d like they think they’re a little like me. Depends on which angle you view it at, dimensions, layers, and so on,”

There’s a word for that, Cyrus thought to himself. “Huh. Never thought I’d take you for someone who’s really passionate about the arts. Sculpture, I guess,” he hummed, his lips quirking into a smile.

TJ bit his lip to try and refrain from smiling like an idiot. “I can turn that back to you. Why do you like photography so much?”

Taken aback, Cyrus’ brows nearly shot up to his hairline. “. . .How did you know that?”

TJ shrugged, wandering around a couple of the paintings. “I saw the way you looked at the photographs when I walked in,” the boy supplied. It’s the same way I look at you, he thought to himself.

Seemingly content with his answer, Cyrus walked beside him. “I’ve never been good at ‘living in the moment’,” he explained with air quotes, “like, I’m the kind of person who will worry about what I’m going to have for breakfast when I’m seventy. Photography is kind of an escape from that. It’s nothing but the moment,”

TJ nodded, squinting to see a figure in the distance. “Is that Buffy?”

Cyrus followed his gaze, his face brightening when he saw his curly-haired friend, and someone else by her side, who could only be Marty. “Let’s go say hi!” he insisted, grabbing TJ’s wrist again and yelling the girl’s name over and over.

“Hey Cyrus,” she greeted warmly, pulling him into a hug, “hi TJ,” she added nodding her head in acknowledgement.

“Driscoll. Mr. The Party,” TJ greeted, giving Marty a fistbump, “where were you guys yesterday?”

“Basketball tournament,” they replied in unison, before Buffy took over, “I made a girls summer basketball team, and yesterday was the first day. You’re looking at the newest point guard,” she stated confidently.

A few cheers and clapping ensued, Cyrus being the loudest of them all. “And I’m assuming Marty was there for support?” he added, wiggling his brows.

“Actually I was there as her supportive boyfriend,” he chuckled, interlacing Buffy’s hand with his. TJ and Cyrus looked like they’d just seen a car accident. “We’re gonna go check out some art,”

“Text me later,” Cyrus deadpanned, his attention all on Buffy. The couple walked away, and Cyrus lingered a moment longer on them, “I can’t believe she didn’t tell me about her and Marty. I mean, I always suspected something, but,” Cyrus shook his head, unable to form proper sentences.

“They look happy,” TJ noted, the two absentmindedly making their way to the entrance. After a beat, he spoke again. “That was really fun,”

Cyrus nodded in agreement. “This is going to be one hell of a journal entry,” he commented, pulling his out of his pocket, along with a pen, “I’m gonna sit on that bench and write my entry, before I forget what happened. Do you wanna join me?”

And as badly as TJ wanted to do that, he knew he’d have a heart attack trying to write about Cyrus and what he did with him. He’d definitely make it sound a lot more than a date than it actually was. Plus, he had to take Amber home right about now.

“Wish I could, but I think I have to take Amber home. Next time?” he offered, to which Cyrus smiled in response, “I’ll text you later if I have any ideas about what we should do next,”

“Okay,” he responded, his gaze switching to his sneakers, “I had a lot of fun today, too,” he added, saying goodbye to TJ with a quick wave. He turned and walked over to the bench, sat down, and started scribbling in his journal.

TJ started walking towards his car, pulling out his phone to send Amber a quick text.

[Me: do you need a ride home?]

The response was almost immediate, a text along with a photo.

[andi’s girlfriend: nah, i’ll walk. andi and i are at the spoon. be home later]

[andi’s girlfriend send a photo]

TJ beamed: Amber and Andi were splitting a smoothie and a basket of baby taters. He could barely see his sister’s journal in the corner of the photo. Quickly, he saved it to his camera roll, and headed to his car. Leaning back against the leather, he recounted the events of the day. Cyrus’ texts. His adorable face paint. Cyrus grabbing his wrist. Cyrus grabbing his wrist. That was all he could think about. Not wanting to forget what happened, he pulled out his journal and fished for a pen, which was hidden at the bottom of his cup holder.

6/2

Today I went to an art fair with Cyrus. We saw a sculpture of a tree made of makeup brushes and mirrors. I thought it was really beautifully made. Cyrus really liked the photography. His eyes lit up when he talked about why photography was important to him. We ran into Walker and Jonah, who helped touch up Cyrus’ face paint. Oh, yeah. Cyrus had his face painted like an adorable puppy. We also saw Buffy and Marty at the art show. It was a really fun day.

There was still some room left at the bottom of the page, to TJ decided that he was going to print out the picture of Cyrus that he’d snapped earlier and paste it there. Satisfied with his work, he turned his car on and started driving home. He passed the bench that Cyrus was on, slowing down for a brief second and smiling before he continued to drive.

I wonder what Cyrus is writing, he thought to himself all the way home. And even when he unlocked the door to his house and flopped on the couch to watch TV, he still found himself wondering the same thing.

Cyrus tapped his chin with his pen. Think, think, think, he instructed himself. There was a word that perfectly described how TJ felt about art, that sculpture in particular. He was fairly certain that it started with a ‘D’, but he couldn’t place it. Sighing in frustration, he pulled his phone out so look it up.

art moving a person deeply

Cyrus smacked his forehead, grunting in frustration. He knew that word; he’s used it in an essay before. Flipping to the back of his journal, he copied down the words on his screen.

duende: the mysterious power of art to deeply move a person

He closed his journal with a content snap, and put it under his arm. He hadn’t expected to write so much about the day, since not too much happened, but since he apparently couldn’t find the words to describe his adventures with TJ when he was around him, the words seemed to have come to him all of a sudden. TJ had that effect on him. Funny.

Pocketing his phone and journal, he started to walk home, passing by a small table full of flyers and business cards from all the local artists. He picked up a flyer and beamed, quickly pulling out his phone and snapping a picture.

[Me: tj i found our next activity!!]

[you sent a photo]

And TJ replied barely a few seconds later.

[Teej: staring at the stars? sure let’s just exhaust the movie cliches]

[Teej: kidding ofc that sounds dope. tmrw @ 7 be there or be square]

Cyrus broke out into a grin, folding the flyer and putting it in his pocket, heading home. It’d been a pretty good day. He got to hang out with his friends, get his face painting (which at this point was starting to smudge quite a lot), check out some cool art, and tomorrow he was going to gaze at the stars with TJ. It all felt like a movie; one where he was finally going to be a main character.

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The 6 Times Jonah Almost Kissed Walker, and the 1 Time He Did

Part 3: Let’s Bounce

Word Count: 324

Pairing(s): Wonah, background Tyrus, Ambi, Muffy

Genre(s): Fluff

Trigger Warning(s): None

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Walker walked up to Jonah, holding a wrapped present.

“Heeey! Where should I put this?” Walker asked, lifting the present slightly.

“You can set it on that table,” Jonah responded, pointing to a table a few feet away. Walker set the box down there, looking around at the party, which was already in full swing.

On his left, he saw Amber, painting Cyrus’ face. On his right, he saw a young man, drawing a caricature of Andi and Buffy, both joking around. In front of him, was a giant bouncy house. It was mostly blue, but had accents of yellow and red. Tj and Marty were bouncing around in it, playing basketball with the hoop attached to the house.

Everyone was having a blast, and it was long before Jonah’s mom, Susan, had brought out the cake. When she did, everyone quickly gathered, singing happy birthday. After cake, everyone broke off into their own pairs, Andi and Amber sitting under a tree, Buffy and Marty playing basketball in the court nearby, and Cyrus and Tj swinging. Jonah and Walker were sitting on the grass near the bouncy house.

“Hey Walker, wanna go in the bouncy house?” Jonah asks, gesturing to the inflatable structure behind them.

“Sure!” Walker responds, getting up.

They take off their shoes, and climb into the bouncy house. They spend the next few minutes jumping around, brushing against each other every so often.

Eventually, they got tired, and plopped onto the bottom of the bounce house, laughing.

“That was so fun!” Walker said, laying on his back.

Jonah laid down next to him, blushing when he felt Walker shuffle closer to him.

‘It would be so easy to just kiss him right now.’

Jonah quickly sat up, coughing.

“Jonah you okay?” Walker said, sitting up.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just lost my breath a bit, sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“PRESENTS TIME!” Jonah’s other mom, Jackie, yelled from the tables.

Jonah sighed, ‘Perfect timing.’

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#andi mack #wonah fic #wonah #end of hiatus #tyrus #ambi #muffy #original #seven days of wonah #logan’s fics

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hi-jinxxed · 5 years

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um.. thinking about a wonah spiderman au? thoughts?

#wonah fic #wonah #jonah x walker #jonah beck #walker brodsky

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rockwtyrus · 5 years

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I’m searching for a Andi Mack fanfic called « The Swap » I think, where they all well swap bodies like in Freaky Friday. If anyone can find it, please ???

#andi mack #andi mack fic #tyrus fic #tyrus #ambi fic #muffy fic #wonah fic #ambi #muffy #wonah #maybe even more ships who knows #please i’m dying #love yall

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marvelouslyalwaysme · 5 years

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anyone still breathing in the fandom, cause I'm in need of a good wonah chapter fic, one that already completed of course my only requirement is that it's got to be about wonah. I'm just in a wonah kind of mood don't @ me

#Andi mack #Wonah #Walker #Jonah beck #Tyrus #Tj kippen #Cyrus goodman #Walker andi mack #Jonah beck andi mack #Walker and jonah #Any wonah fic will do i be very desperate

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serenitys-mess · 4 years

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Writing two fan fics with none of the same characters at the same time is so hard

#andi mack #the first tab is a wonah fic #the second tab is #the second chapter to a muffy fic

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redlyncentral · 5 years

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truth or dare and they’re dared to kiss but the gag is they’re already secretly together xd

Anonymous said:

Secret relationship fic

Wow we stan two prompts that just goes along really well :)

word count: 1343

The two boys were cuddling in Cyrus’s bedroom, just chilling, eating popcorn and watching love, Simon. (“Underdog, look, it’s not that I don’t like this movie, because I do, but we’ve watched it like 23453 time-“ “be quiet! I’m trying to watch a movie here!”) By the time they were finished, it was Tj’s time to return home.

“Why do you have to go?” Cyrus asked, holding tightly to his boyfriend’s hand. “Because you got curfew and I want your parents to like me!” the older giggled. It was very important to him that his boyfriend’s parents would like him because he wanted them to know he is the one and only match for their son.

TJ walked down the stairs, only to find his boyfriend’s mom sitting next to the dining table, it was as if she was waiting to see him leave; not because she disliked him, of course not. Tj was practically a new family member for them because he was always hanging at their house or Cyrus was hanging at his; she just wanted to see if he’ll stick to his word saying that he’ll follow all of her rules.

“Tj, sweetie, do you mind sitting with me for a few minutes?” as Tj walked to the door, he was called by Cyrus’s mother. he walked over and sat next to her. “Is something wrong, Leslie?” he asked, concerned. “No, everything is great. However, Next weekend Tod and I will be out of town, and I don’t want Cyrus to be alone. Moreover, I don’t want you two to be alone. So I was thinking, maybe you two can throw a little party? You know, invite some of your friends over and hang out?” she nicely offered. “That sounds great, Lez. But, why are you offering me and not your son?” he seemed very confused. “Because I already offered him, and he said no. he doesn’t want the house to turn into a hot mess, and have it all on his shoulders- so I knew you’ll be the right person to convince him,” she answered with a big smile on her face. “Sure, thanks for having me, by the way” he rose up from his chair. “Any time, darling”

The next day at school, all Tj’s doings were convincing his boyfriend to throw the party, he even got Andi and Buffy on board with his plan: but Cyrus’s answer was still a big no.“Please? Underdog? We swear we won’t ruin your house! And even if we do, we will help cleaning after it! Right guys?” he asked the girls who quickly nodded. “Look, being a party planner is a big deal; and I can barely handle being the head of the “cool kids” club!” he looked at his friends, helpless. All it took to convince him was one more sentence.

“So we’ll plan it for you! You won’t have to do anything at all. We’ll organize everything from inviting people over to how many pizzas we’ll order!” Buffy jumped in. “Cyrus, please?” Andi begged. “Okay, okay! Just, don’t get me involved, okay?” he admitted defeat. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” the three jumped and hugged the younger who was practically smashed under the hands of his loving friends. “Can I please breathe?” he begged, breathless. The three awkwardly stepped back, laughing.

It was the day of the party and the four was waiting at Cyrus’s house for everyone’s arrival: they didn’t invite a lot of friends, only their good friends.

“Marty from the party is back at it again!” a teen their age opened the door wide open and walked in. “he babe” he walked up to his girlfriend, kissing her on the cheek. She shyly blushed and put her arm around him. They walked to the couch as Walker and Jonah walked in, hugged. “Hey, guys! Are we the first ones to arrive?” Jonah asked, mindless. “Boo, they said it’s a small party. Not a huge, high-school-like party you’re used to.” Walker pinned his lips to his boyfriend’s cheek. “You two are almost too adorable” Andi looked at them, smiling.

The last one to arrive was Amber, which was weird since she lived down the block. “It’s called being fashionably late” she rolled her eyes. “Nice seeing you too, sis” Tj laughed at his twin sister. “hey, Andi,” she said to her so-obvious-of-a-crush. “Hi” Andi smiled at her. They both were embarrassed because everybody knew there was something going on, but neither ever talked about it.

They all sat down on the big, white couch in Cyrus’s living room, trying to determine what movie to watch. “What about ‘the wonderful wizard of Oz’?” Cyrus suggested. “Boring! What about ‘Scream’?” Amber suggested, with a terrifying smile on her face. “No more horror movies for me” Andi quickly backed away. “What about ‘Love, Simon’?” Walker suggested. “The amount of time we, I- I mean I, watched it… how about we just play truth or dare until the pizza’s arrival?” Tj suggested, everybody quickly agreed because sitting there and arguing was not fun.

Buffy ran to get an empty bottle from the kitchen while the rest were sitting in a circle on the living room’s carpet. “Okay, I’m spinning first!” Buffy exclaimed. “I love truth and dare, it’s so fun! You get to know more about people” Jonah rest his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder as the older brushed his hand against his hair.

The bottle landed on Andi and Jonah. “Truth or dare?” she asked. “Truth!” he happily chose. “I’ll go easy on you, is it true that you asked Walker to do your makeup to school?” she looked at both boys, curiously. “Yeah, I did. But he didn’t agree” he teased his boyfriend. “Because If I do your makeup I want it to be perfect! Not something I do in an hour!” the older tried defending himself. “But everything you do is perfect” the other replied. The entire group went “aww” and they kept playing.

Eventually, the bottle landed on Buffy and Tj. “truth or dare?” she looked at him, expecting him to go with a dare. “Dare” he answered, matching Buffy’s expectations. “Wonderful! I dare you to kiss Cyrus.” In that very second, everybody’s eyes were turned to the couple. “What? No, I assume Cyrus doesn’t want that and you know, it will be embarrassing…” Tj tried hiding the happiness in his voice. He truly wanted to show affection to his boyfriend in public, but it was Cyrus who preferred their relationship to be a secret; they had such a unique relationship, he didn’t want the entire world to watch- he wanted it to be only his boyfriend and him, even though they both knew the truth will come out eventually.

“I’ll do it. I guess, If you don’t mind” Cyrus declared. Both boys leaned in and entertained their lips together, the soft touch and the gentle kiss just made them keep on kissing, forgetting about the world surrounding them. “Lovebirds! We said a kiss, not a make-out session!” Amber was the first one to interrupt. “Hush! We wanted it for the longest time now” Andi quickly shut her down. As they leaned back from the kiss the entire circle clapped and cheered, excitedly. “Ok, you’re really saying that you two aren’t together?” some asked, and Cyrus knew it was that time they’ll tell. “We’ve actually been dating for three months now” he revealed the truth. “I’m not shocked, just embarrassed that my best friend had a boyfriend for THREE MONTHS now and didn’t tell me!” Buffy attacked him with a bear hug. “Yeah, I’m offended too!” Andi joined in.

“Well, now, I can finally do this;” Tj pushed the two girls back. “Back off ladies, he’s mine!” he announced, putting his hand around his boyfriend, bringing him closer to him. “Yack, affection” Buffy looked at the two and rolled her eyes. Marty got closer to her, pressing his lips lightly on her cheek as he put his hand around her.

“gross.” She declared.

“Do it again.”

#andi mack #andi mack fic #tyrus #tyrus fic #tyrus fanfic #tyrus fanfiction #muffy #muffy fanfic #muffy fanfiction #wonah #wonah fanfic #wonah fanfiction #ambi #ambi fic #ambi fanfic #ambi fanfiction

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cyrus-greatman · 5 years

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Tyrus secret relationship au

texting AU

Part 40/?

Part 1 | Previous | Next

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#tyrus #andi mack #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #tj x cyrus #tyrus texting au #tyrus au #tyrus fic #ambi #muffy #wonah

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i-am-church-the-cat · 5 years

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You, yeah you! Do you want a not-really-soulmate fic that has tyrus, muffy, ambi, and wonah? Good, here you GO! *chucks fic into the internet and runs away*

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When you met someone important to you romantically, you were drawn to them. They weren’t soulmates, not really. You could still end up in a horrible relationship with someone who you don’t love or doesn’t love you. But, it’s a knowing. A knowing that, them, that person, that is who fate decided you were going to be with, at least for a short period of time. Everyone just called it ‘soulmates’ because that’s what it seemed like. But Cyrus, having four psychiatrist parents, knew it was much more complex. It wasn’t your perfect counter-part for who you were then, it was fate pulling you to someone you might date or who might like you. It was a feeling, not that describable unless you felt it. Which, until seventh grade, Cyrus never had.

Everyone seemed to expect and understand that the boys were generally going to be pulled toward the girls, and the girls would be pulled toward boys. Cyrus had met his two best friends Andi and Buffy in second grade. They were inseparable, the perfect balance of creativity, confidence, and caution. By the time middle school hit, everyone just assumed Cyrus would end up with one of his best friends, or maybe both at different times. But Cyrus never felt that thing, the feeling that he should be in a relationship with either of them. He loved them like he loved his family. He would never want to drift away from his friends, but the feelings the trio had for each other were not romantic. The trio going through sixth grade without any of them being pulled to anyone seemed to further cement that fate had something planned for them. But that all changed when they met Jonah Beck.

Jonah Beck. ‘How do you describe someone so incredible?’, Cyrus had wondered back then. But know, he could clearly see Jonah as he was. Flawed, imperfect, human. Yeah, he might be the literal embodiment of a neutron star and have the soul of a golden retriever puppy on sugar, but he wasn’t always that. As Cyrus and Andi were drawn toward him, they realized that he wasn’t all warm sand on a serene beach or a bubbling brook in a melodic forest. He was a beautiful vase worn and cracked by wear. But as Jonah became a full-fledged member of their group, the trio helped fill those cracks with gold, and Jonah was even more amazing when they saw what a genuine friend and human being he was. He was the whole in the group that they had been missing, a penultimate moment on the ever-winding road that would be Andi’s and Cyrus’s love lives.

Now, Buffy, she never felt that pull toward Jonah. She had entirely different problems, different feelings. Cyrus and Andi had been ready, willing, expectant of their first pull toward someone. Buffy was content to be who she was, she didn’t really think she needed anyone else besides her friends and herself. But, oh, had Marty been what she needed. It wasn’t that overwhelming feeling that Andi and Cyrus got around Jonah. It was a gentle whisper, a small tug that brought her closer to the boy with every second she spent with him. It was a stronger feeling than what she had with anyone. Marty was like a cool breeze you needed just then, the feeling of adrenaline pumping through your system the longer and harder you worked. He was the feeling of when you shoot a basket and you know it was going straight through the hoop. It was a feeling you didn’t even realize until it was gone and you were weary down to your bones. By the time Buffy realized what she felt, Marty was walking away.

The friend group had three massively different first ‘soulmate’ experiences. Two of them had been drawn to the same guy, but one had been much closer to an actual relationship, and another had lost her’s before she could find it. Their second ‘soulmate’ experiences, though. Those were something else.

Andi’s and Buffy’s second were both with the same guy, though Andi met him much earlier when she still felt things for Jonah. Walker Brodsky had been exactly what Andi, and later Buffy, had needed. He had been that stretch you took after slaving over homework for hours, the first rays of sunlight after a gloomy day. He had been the break from the unending drama and pining that the girls had. But in the end, he had just been another push toward Jonah for Andi, and a realization about her feeling for Marty. Luckily, fate had plenty more in store for him.

Cyrus’s also came while he still felt for Jonah. But, god, the feelings Cyrus had for TJ Kippen, even as friends, felt like being hit by a bullet train. TJ had the breeze beneath Cyrus’s wings that lifted him higher than he ever thought he would go. TJ was that two-out, two-strike home run, the storm that just pops into a perfectly clear sky that stayed for a week and kept coming back. He was like the humidity in the south, totally unorthodox and more than a little uncomfortable for someone not used to it, but once you are, you notice it’s disappearance like the loss of one of your hands. He was overwhelming and freeing all at once, a thunderclap and a lightning strike. He was a hurricane that had sucked Cyrus up when he wasn’t paying attention.

Where Jonah had been something undeniable, a crush you knew you were going to end up having, TJ was something that swooped you up and carried you off. You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you were fine as long as they were there. Cyrus was swept up and quickly left Jonah behind. But a problem with this unpredictability, this polarizing personality, was that Cyrus got hurt. Hard. But Cyrus was lucky it was TJ because TJ would move heaven and earth to destroy anything that hurt Cyrus, even the harsher parts of himself. If anyone was Cyrus Goodman’s soulmate, it was TJ Kippen. And it only took him two tries to reach him.

If only the others were as lucky. Cyrus could still remember all the late night calls from Andi, the afternoons just sitting with Buffy in silence, and the gentle conversations and advice given to Jonah. Andi’s was probably the hardest to figure out, business with Jonah having jumbled things up. It started when they met Jonah’s first ‘soulmate’.

Amber Kippen was a shark in heels. Her blue eyes could freeze people where they stood and a flick of blonde hair was an execution sentence. She and her brother started as the kind of insecure that was masked by sharp words, withering glares, and underhanded acts. She was a raised eyebrow in your direction, an amused smirk where she tried to hide her growing smile. She was the dancer whose emotions turned as easily as her body, the kind of dancing that left your memory foggy after. She was act now and think when it doesn’t hurt anymore. Even after she opened up, she was reckless and judgy, but she was the life of the party and the person you called up when you just wanted to forget. Amber had just been Jonah’s way to Andi, and then later Walker, and Jonah had just been Andi’s and Amber’s way to each other. Amber sparked a fire inside of Andi, and Andi was Amber’s calming hand. The second time Amber and Jonah had gotten together, Andi had thought she was fine. When she realized she was jealous, she thought she was jealous of Amber, but Andi knew that if Jonah came asking to get back together, she wouldn’t do it. It was only until Jonah went to find his next pull did Andi realize how much she just wanted to exist with Amber. And so they existed together.

Buffy’s was by far the simplest but the hardest to convince. When the pull she had toward Walker drained away, she was practically flown into Marty’s arms. Buffy could still feel all the things she did for him, even stronger now, but she refused to acknowledge it. One: because he had a girlfriend, and two: because she was sure she had lost all chances with him. They danced around each other for months. It was exhausting for everyone to watch, and Marty’s girlfriend broke up with him when she realized what was going on. Even then they still didn’t get it. But they were like two magnets drawn together, and they were already together before they noticed what was going on. When they did, the tension grew to a boiling point, and of course Buffy had to burst. She had ranted for a while about how she felt and how she was sorry for pushing him away the first time. Marty, in his usual fashion, took it all in stride and when she was done had taken her hand and told her he didn’t care how long he had to wait, as long as she was waiting at the end of the road, he would walk it. It was very sweet, but Buffy still got embarrassed over it.

Finally, there was Jonah. After Amber, Andi, a beautiful flower-crown of a girl named Libby, and Amber again, Jonah didn’t really feel pulled to anyone. He just wanted to be alone while he worked himself out, and Cyrus’s stepmom(who ended up as his therapist) said there was nothing wrong with that. Your pull didn’t have to be to a person, just anything that will help you along the track to who you’re supposed to be with. It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school that Jonah was pulled toward someone again. The aforementioned were all together and going strong when Walker walked back into the group’s lives. They had lost touch after middle school, but he moved and was now zoned for their school. They found out that he had dated and gotten dumped by Libby who was now going strong with the captain of the girls’ soccer team at their old school. Jonah was steadily drawn to the boy who seemed to make entire worlds come to life on canvas. Walker, Andi, and Libby all bonded over being pan and Jonah had known he was bi for a while. One day they were hanging out and Jonah was just strumming his guitar and humming when he realized that Walker was staring at him intently. He had asked what was wrong and Walker had replied that Jonah was just too pretty to not be painted and pulled out his supplies. Jonah had blushed the entire time and before he left, he asked Walker out. There were now several dozen pages of song lyrics and hundreds of sketches made by and for the couple.

So now, here they were. Amber had left for college and everyone else was know in their senior year of high school. All four couples were going strong, and even though they weren’t perfect, they were exactly what they needed. And even though Cyrus knew, he knew there were no soulmates, it was impossible to conceive futures where they weren’t together. Maybe it wasn’t the perfect math, but it sure was close.

#Andi Mack #fanfic #am fic #tyrus #muffy #ambi #wonah #sorta soulmate not really

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scriptwrites · 5 years

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penny lane

summary: unlikely friends come together as madness unfolds in their formally proper suburban town.

chapter summary: And then… the trees call out to you, beckoning. Telling you to come in, just for a minute. Just follow the path until you find what it was that made your skin crawl, made goosebumps blanket your neck, your arms, your legs. Then you turn around and try to run, but it’s impossible to leave. You’re stuck in the woods and you’re not going to make it out alive.

chapter warnings: very brief description of a dead body

chapter two

ao3

“Oh. TJ, is it? I was looking for your sister.”

“Andi Mack? Here in Southern View? The poor community? You’ve outdone yourself this time, rich girl!”

Andi crosses her arms with an unamused expression on her face.

“Is Amber here or not?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“No, she’s not here. Can I take a message or something?”

Andi scoffs, also shaking her head. She walks down the porch steps, gets on her bike and rides away.

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A few hours later I ride down Penny Lane on my own bike. The street itself is quiet, lonely. No one is ever on Penny Lane during the summer because there’s no reason for them to be. Unless, of course, they live in Southern View like me. But Amber and I are the only kids who live in Southern View because normally, rich parents bring their rich children to live in the rich community.

I come out of my thoughts to find myself right at the edge of the Iron Hill woods.

The woods have always been scary. When we first moved into Shadyside, I was terrified of the woods. Amber made fun of me for it, but I knew she was scared too. There was just something off about them… and I know that all woods are kind of scary, but the Iron Hill woods are different.

When you go by them, you get this uneasy feeling in your stomach. Like someone’s watching you. But not someone, something. You feel like the woods are watching you. The bushes are waiting for you to fall off your bike, or for you to see something in the weeds and step into the tall grass just for you to be reported as missing by the next week. The dead grass that creates a swirling path is waiting for you to follow it, leading you into the darkness that no one ever comes out of. And then… the trees call out to you, beckoning. Telling you to come in, just for a minute. Just follow the path until you find what it was that made your skin crawl, made goosebumps blanket your neck, your arms, your legs. Then you turn around and try to run, but it’s impossible to leave. You’re stuck in the woods and you’re not going to make it out alive.

“Um, excuse me.”

“Oh, sorry, what?” I come out of my thoughts again, seeing a boy in front of me. I know who he is. Cyrus Goodman. Him and Walker Brodsky walk around the school halls like they’re better than everyone else.

“You’re kind of blocking the sidewalk.” He crosses his arms and cocks an eyebrow.

“Sorry.”

I don’t move. The only places behind me are the school and Southern View. I highly doubt that preppy-boy Cyrus Goodman is going to Southern View, and the school is closed.

“Can you move?” He looks a bit angry now, and he taps his foot on the sidewalk.

“Where are you going?” I raise an eyebrow and straighten my lips into a thin line.

“Why do you want to know? Jeez. I’m just going to walk on the road at this point.” He rolls his eyes and steps off the sidewalk.

“You going to Southern View? Or the school?”

Cyrus stops and turns around, his hands on his hips.

“You know, it’s none of your business, but I’m going into the woods. Some kid dared me to do it. He thinks I won’t cause I’m ‘too much of a rich boy’ or something, even though he literally lives in the same community as me.”

“You’re going into the woods? Good luck with that.” I laugh, starting to walk away.

“Why? What’s wrong with the woods?” He follows me. I turn around.

“For someone who thinks I need to mind my own business, maybe you should stop following random people you meet on the street. You don’t even know my name, do you?”

“First of all, yes I do know your name. You’re TJ Kippen, the kid who starts so many fights he should’ve been suspended in his first week of school. Second of all, I just want to know if going into the woods is a risk.”

I laugh again, “a risk? Going into these woods is so much more than a little risk. Nobody who goes into these woods ever comes out of them. You go in here and you’ll be filed as missing by the end of this week.”

“Come with me then. I’ll prove to you that the woods are safe.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, no thanks. If you want to die, then go right ahead. I’m not going to die just because you want to prove to me that the woods are safe.”

I start to walk again, expecting to hear footsteps behind me. But I don’t. I turn back around, and I see Cyrus stepping into the woods.

I sigh, and shake my head at myself. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I throw my bike down on the sidewalk and run to the edge of the woods. Cyrus is walking on the path of dead grass.

“Cyrus, I told you not to go in there! I’m serious dude, you’re going to die.”

Cyrus keeps walking.

“Seriously! Stop walking!”

He goes out of sight as the path turns right into darkness.

I nervously run a hand through my hair, thinking, before stepping onto the path.

CYRUS

“I thought you weren’t going to follow me, TJ.”

“Cyrus, you’re being an idiot right now. We have to turn back.” He grabs my arm and tries to turn me around, but I pull it away from him and keep walking. He follows.

“Just a little bit farther. Who would’ve thought, big tough guy TJ Kippen is afraid of the woods! Who should I tell first, maybe Sophie Daniels? I know that she spreads rumors fast . Or maybe I could tell Andi Mack, she could get you at the bottom of the food chain just by telling one person.”

“Cyrus-“

“No, I’m not done yet, I could tell Buffy Driscoll. She’d laugh so hard and would-“

“ Cyrus !”

“What, TJ?”

I look at him. His face has gone pale and his eyes are wide. I follow where he’s pointing and I see it . Goosebumps appear on my arms.

“TJ. What the fuck is that ? Tell me that’s not what I think it is. TJ, please, please tell me that I’m just imagining things.”

Behind a fallen tree a few feet in front of us is a head. Not an animal head, a human head. I don’t get a good look before TJ is gripping my arm and running.

We run for what seems like hours. We go past trees, and trees, and more trees. It feels like I’m lost. I’m running out of breath, but I know if we slow down, we’re dead. It gets harder to breathe and I notice TJ slow down, just a little bit. He turns and looks at me for just a second. He’s scared. He’s afraid. He doesn’t think we’re going to make it out alive. I know that I have to be hopeful, but I start to think we won’t make it, too.

And then we’re out.

We collapse on the sidewalk next to TJ’s fallen bike. Tears fill my eyes and I hug TJ. He hugs me back and I feel his tears soak my shirt.

“I’m sorry, TJ, I’m so, so, sorry.” I sob into his shoulder.

He squeezes me harder.

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