Tyrus - the Sequel

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yet again, i have no idea what im doing

Day 4 of Hanukkah

pov - Tj

"Your favorite Star Wars character is Obi-Wan? Seriously?" Cyrus asks me.  We both got up early to go on a walk down the neighborhood.

"Yes.  He is the best.  Obi-Wan just has everything figured out.  You can't go wrong with Obi-Wan." I say.

"But like, of all the movies?  Really?" I nod my head.

"Why who's your favorite?" I ask back.

"Luke Skywalker." he says.

"That's a classic." I say.

"True, you can't go wrong with classics."

"You know who else is a classic?" I say. "Obi-Wan"

Cyrus laughs "Stop,"

I laugh and continue walking with Cyrus down the street.  I hold his soft warm hand in mine and swing it back and forth.  Now I wonder why it took me so long for me to hold his hand.  

Cyrus seems to be lost in thought. He looks at the frozen trees from the cold winter air around us.  His beanie protecting him from the cold biting at his ears.  He needs to wear the beanie more often.  Its adorable on him.

"What's wrong?" I bring up.

He turns to me. "Hm?"

"You seem on edge," I say.

"Yeah, I guess.  I don't know.  Just worried about Kira and her crap.  I don't know what's gonna happen," he says.

I squeeze his hand. "Don't worry about Kira right now.  Its Hanukkah!  Think about your friends and your family."

"Yeah," he says. "You know, I've been thinking lately,"

I face him. "About what?"

He turns to face me. "I think you should talk to your mom again,"

That knocks the wind out of me.  I was not expecting that.  I stand speechless in front of him.

Talk to my mom?  Does she even care about me anymore?  Wouldn't she have reached out to me first? So many things could go wrong if I talked to her.  She could slam the door in my face.  She could yell at me.  Or worse, she would break down crying in front of me.  It always bothers me when someone does it.  It makes me feel weirdly guilty somehow involving me for the reason their crying.  But if my mom broke down in front of me, it would be my fault.  And it would be that much worse.

"But-" 

"Tj, I really don't think she would just kick you out again.  I'm sure she misses you terribly."

"What if-"

"Tj, I'm not telling you to.  I'm just bringing back the memory of you thinking about talking to her.  Just think about it okay."  We resume walking.

I stand there speechless thinking of what Cyrus said.  Would she really miss me? Or miss my dad more?  I push that thought away from my head, my mind drifting off somewhere else. 

"We should go get food." I say.

"Huh? Food?" 

"Yes, food.  We can go to the store and buy donuts.  Then sit and watch the rest of the sun come up." I suggest.