#cyrus walker

They all seemed pretty nice and like people I would want to spend time with. My left sleeve fell down as I asked a question during class, exposing both my old and fresh tattoos. Some lyrics that are important to me and a semicolon. Cyrus must have seen them because he threw a note at my desk that read, ‘nice tats. Good lyrics, wouldn’t have pegged you for a fan of them. Hang out sometime? And I’m sorry.’ I knew he was referring to the semicolon. I looked up and smiled at him, then wrote my phone number down on the paper and passed it back to him. After class, I said goodbye to the little group and saw Zach waiting for me to go to Peer Communications. We quickly got to talking and laughing as if we had known each other our whole lives, and exchanged numbers. I was dreading the whole ‘introduce yourself and tell us X about you’ thing in our next class. Zach assured me that it wouldn’t be that bad. Class was kind of interesting, and Zack was right. The introduction wasn’t as bad as I thought, Ms. Bradley simply said I was a transfer student and introduced me, and then I said to call me Becca. Quick and easy, just how I like awkward forced introductions to go. In class we discussed making people feel welcome, which I assume was selected because of my first day here. We went around in a circle and brainstormed ideas while she wrote them down. After class, Zach explained what the compliment bags were and I smiled at the idea. Maybe if we had those at my old school.... Zach and I walked out of class together and he kindly escorted me to my locker, where Bryce and Montgomery were chatting about something. I waved politely as I opened my locker. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and checked the text, it was from an unknown number. Opening the text, I saw it was from Cyrus. ‘Hey Becca, it’s Cyrus. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out and work on some math or listen to music or something this evening?’ I heard Zach invite Montgomery over for some video games, which he declined saying he had plans. Quickly responding to Cyrus ‘can’t today, have to unpack the rest of my stuff. Rain check?’ Locking my phone and looking up, I saw Chloe latched onto Bryce’s arm making plans for him to go to her place since her parents were out of town for a few days. Getting my stuff together, I walked to my car, waiting for Monty to meet me. When he came, he apologized for making me wait, he was talking with Bryce and Zach and couldn’t get away. I told him it was okay and that I lived 4 houses up from Bryce, so he could just follow me there and we could get to the dirty work of unpacking. Laughing, he agreed and we met back up at my place.

Walking up to my door, I unlocked it. “Sorry about the mess, I’ve been trying to keep it clean in here but with the unpacking and organizing, it can be a little hard.” I explained, hoping he would understand. He nodded as we walked in and put our respective things down. “Did you want something to eat or anything? I went to the grocery store the other day and I’m fairly good in the kitchen.” I asked him, ever the good hostess. 

“Sure. I’ll take a water if you have. As far as food goes, I’m good with pretty much whatever you feel like.” He responded, looking around at all the boxes. 

“Sure. Here you go.” I tossed him the bottle and he caught it easily. Must be those sports developed reflexes. I noticed him looking around, “I don’t need to do all of it today, I just wanted to get some of my stuff done so my room feels a little more... mine, you know?” I explained, hoping he didn’t think I was just using him for manual labour. 

“No problem, I’m happy to help.” He replied sincerely smiling at me. Going through the fridge, I pulled out various ingredients and got things together for dinner.

“How does chicken and rice sound?” 

“Great. Need any help?” He offered, coming towards the kitchen and sitting at the island. 

“Umm... I should be okay. I’m just going to run upstairs and change really quick before I get started.” 

“Okay. I’ll be here.” He said nodding and smirking. I ran upstairs and looked through my clothes for something to wear that wasn’t too risqué but I could also move comfortably in. I settled on a pair of grey yoga pants and left my cardigan on my bed. Running back down, I saw him reading one of the books I left downstairs last night. When he noticed me, he tried to play it off like he wasn’t reading it, merely looking and filling time. I laughed and got dinner on the go for us, feeling him watch my every move. Deciding to make myself some tea, I tried to reach the mugs. They were on the second shelf from the top, so it was a feat to try and get them down with my short stature. I heard Montgomery chuckle at my difficulties as he came and grabbed one down for me. “Here you go. Need any other high up things while I’m here little one?” He said as he handed it to me. 

“Haha very funny. Actually, I just decided on our first order of business. Can you please move all the mugs down to the empty bottom shelf so I can reach them?” I said rolling my eyes. 

“No problem.” He said as he set to work on the mugs, and I got the last bits of dinner in the oven. While dinner was cooking, I grabbed the few books that were downstairs and took him upstairs to my room so we could get started on some of the boxes I had up there. I had already built two bookshelves for my books but had yet to get to putting them away. Pointing to the six boxes of books in the corner, I told him that was our first project and that it would probably take us the longest. He looked at the boxes all labeled ‘books’ and tried not to laugh. “What?” I asked him, raising my eyebrow. 

“Nothing. Just imagining you getting all those books up here by yourself. One of those boxes is like half of your size” He replied before bursting into laughter. I glared at him but couldn’t keep myself from smiling. 

“Well it wasn’t easy, but the movers took pity on me and carried most of them up for me. Now, time to get to work. I don’t remember how I put them in the boxes, and I like them organized a certain way, so we could be at this for a while.” I walked over to the pile of boxes and put my hair up in a bun to keep it out of the way. Motioning for him to come over to me, I opened the first box and explained how I like them organized. He listened attentively. “Starting with the shelf on the left, I want them organized by series first, stand alone second, and the box marked special books last. All in alphabetical order according to author. Oh and before you think about putting them where I can’t reach, start in the middle of the bookcase.” 

“Maybe we should organize them on the floor first and then put them in the case after. To avoid any mistakes and things.” He suggested, opening a box and pulling out a few books. Forty-five minutes later, we had moved to sitting on my bed and had organized series from A-F and stand alone books from A-K. We heard the timer go off and decided to take a break for dinner. After dinner, we got back to work, talking and joking with each other and managed to get through 6 more letters in each category, as well as some of my decor pieces before we decided to call it a night and push the books out of the way. I walked him to the door and thanked him for coming over to help. “Any time Rebecca. Just let me know if you need any more help.” He grabbed his bag as I opened the door for him. 

“Okay, I will. I had a good time tonight. Get home safe.” 

SO JESS IS THE BADDEST BITCH EVER. 

No, really I’m here for Jess’ character development. 

HEY it’s Bex Taylor-Klaus from Dumplin. (hey, ho the patriarchy has got to go!) 

It’s a Netflix crossover OMG where is Willowdean. 

Ok I’ll stop now. 

Bryce’s body looked so realistically bloated that I couldn’t actually look. 

A+ to the SFX department. 

Clay’s website for Tyler makes my heart so warm I can’t. 

The idea of Cyrus not wanting to be friends with Tyler still makes me sad, but I understand completely. 

MACK ayyyy it’s MACK. 

Alex telling Monty where to go is the best moment of this season so far don’t @ me. 

So does next season focus on Monty’s murder or..... 

Not that I wish anyone dead fictional or not, but y’know. It’s an idea. 

TYLER TALKING TO A TRUSTED ADULT IS A BIG YES FROM ME. 

Hey Clay instead of recommending Tyler talk to someone why don’t you DO IT YOURSELF.