Swings

                                    

                                          
Hello, I forgot Reed existed for a hot second so he's back now! Quick little thing there's going to be memories and a song happening at the same time kinda so italics are memories and bold italics are part of the song. Also, I had no idea what to call this chapter lol. Enjoy! 

                          


                          


                          


                          
Tjs POV
                          
Cyrus's funeral was a mess. 
                          
I was a mess. Cyrus's family was a mess. Our friend group was a mess. 
                          
Kira was a mess. 
                          
I can't believe she was that disrespectful. I knew she was an awful person but that was inhumane. 
                          
He's literally dead and she had the nerve to call him those ugly names while people were mourning. 
                          
I can't even describe what I'm feeling.  It's like I feel angry and sad and just utterly disgusted. 
                          
I can't think about this anymore, so I put my headphones in and shuffle my playlist. The first song that comes on is Here With Me by Marshmello and Chvrches. Before I knew it I was reminiscing my memories with Cyrus again. 
                          
f L a S h B a C k
                          
"Legs go up, legs go down, that's how we make the swing go round, drag your feet, you go slow, the more you drag, the less you go," I heard as I walked towards the swing set in the park. I don't know why I went there but something just told me I should.
                          
Can I tell you something just between you and me? 
                          
When I hear your voice I know I'm finally free 
                          
Every single word  is perfect as it can be 
                          
And I need you here with me
                          
"Nice song," I said. The small boy stopped swinging and turned towards me. "What do you sing on the slide?" 
                          
"We go down, we say yay, we don't go up, that's the wrong way," he sang beautifully, but somewhat scared. 
                          
"Wow did not expect you to have a song for that,"  I  started. "Chocolate chocolate chip muffin, right?" 
                          
"Scary basketball guy?" He asked, still a bit frightened, but he seemed to be warming up to me. 
                          
"Actually, Tj," 
                          
"I know, Cyrus,"
                          
When you lift me up I know that I'll never fall
                          
I can speak to you by sayin nothin at all
                          
Every single time I find it harder to breathe 
                          
Cause I need you here with me
                          
"So, do you hang out here a lot?" Wow, Tj, great way to get a guy to like you.

                          
"Only when I'm feeling bad about myself, so fairly often," He responded, not knowing how much my heart ached to engulf him in a hug right then and there. I did not give in to temptation, but I found myself asking if it helps. 
                          
"It helps me," He said with a small smile. He had no idea how many butterflies flew around in my stomach when he smiled at me.
                          
Every day
                          
You're sayin the words that I want you to say
                          
There's a pain in my heart and it won't go away