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Was that the best apology ever? // I thought it was fun. 

Read this story people, you won’t regret it. A must and hopefully soon a classic for the Andi Mack/Tyrus fandom :,)

Lost Boy Epilogue: Found

Summary: When his family moves from San Francisco to the town of Shadyside, T.J. thought his life would change. And it did. He just didn’t think it would come in the form of the ghost of a boy who haunted his new bedroom.

Prologue

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

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A/N: Hi, guys! Here it is now: the epilogue. Please read this note, first! It’s very important!

First things first, I want to thank everyone who read, commented, liked/left kudos, and followed this story from beginning to end.

Second, a couple of things have occurred since the last chapter was posted and I’d like to address them here, now.

So, I know most of you were unhappy with how I chose to end that chapter but you already knew what you were getting into when you clicked on this story. So, to that one person who was very rude in their comment (you know who you are, if you are still even subscribed to this since I politely asked you to unsubscribe and I’m still kindly asking you not to bother with reading this Epilogue because it’s not for you), this is what I have to say. A writer can choose how to end their story in the way they want, it’s their work and it’s their vision. They worked hard to produce a story and, for an emotional story like “Lost Boy” that’s filled with angst and tragedy, it can take a toll on their own mental and emotional health. I have no problem with constructive criticism, but your comment was not constructive, at all. You have no idea how many times I’ve re-worked this story since last year, the effort and every bit of my own emotions I put on it. So, the fact that you said the things you did makes me believe that you don’t realize all the work it took to create this story you supposedly enjoyed but proceed to insult when it didn’t end the way you wanted. It’s MY story. 

And, following up on that, if you’re unhappy with how I wrote my stories and you want to write your own version, please, please, please, PLEASE ask me for permission. My story ideas are precious and important to me, as any author will tell you. This is the second time it’s happened and both times, both stories were written without my permission. Even if you credit me in your author notes, which I appreciate, I still want to be asked if I’m okay with it because when it’s sprung up on me, I’m caught off-guard and it upsets me. I want to be able to make that choice to have something I come up with re-written and I won’t pretend I’m okay with it. So, again, please, please, please, PLEASE ask me for permission, it’s only common courtesy.

And, third, I’ll be taking a short break after this but I will start accepting prompt requests again, soon. 

With that said, enjoy this Epilogue!

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The streets and houses looked the same as he remembered…yet also not the same.

Mrs. Singh’s shrubs are still shaped like birds. The Caranos’ front porch had been re-painted from white to a bright sunny yellow. Mr. Lee’s picket fence was finally fixed. And the Smith’s gnomes still stare stonily right into his soul.

A breeze swept by him and he shuddered, zipping his jacket further up before stuffing his hands into the pockets. He continued down the path to his destination, his gaze swiveling around and taking in his surroundings.

Everything was familiar…yet also not familiar.

After some time, he finally made it to the gray-painted house with the navy-blue roof and white windows. The picket fence surrounding it was still intact and still white.

He couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips as he walked up the path to the front door. His stomach was filled with butterflies and nerves. He kind of felt guilty for being here and almost turned tail and ran. But, no, he was going to do this. He swore to himself that he would.

Raising a hand, he pressed his finger to the doorbell and waited.

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Tyrus Week: Incorrect Tyrus!

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Tyrus week, day 3: “first kiss”

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I loved this 😭😭😭, if y’all excuse me, I’m gonna go spam Disney and Hulu social media once again with more #DisneySaveAndiMack

T.J. and Cyrus hold hands in the lunchroom underneath the tables, and he finally learns who Marty is

nice, open ended prompt! :) thank you!

Marty’s nerves run wild as he walks with Buffy into the lunchroom. Earlier, Marty was trying to work up the courage to grab her hand by brushing them together as they walked. Before he could think about reaching for her hand, though, Buffy assertively intertwined their fingers in a total “Buffy move”. Marty smiles, and out of the corner of his eye he sees a smile pop up on Buffy’s face, too.

Now that the two of them are officially dating, Buffy insisted that he sit with them at lunch to get to know her friends better. Of course, he already knows them somewhat, but within the time that he was gone, a lot changed. A lot more than he expected.

The biggest surprise is TJ Kippen. After all, the last time Marty interacted with him, he was a colossal jerk and bully. Yet now, Buffy tolerates him enough to sit together at lunch. And honestly, to Marty, TJ doesn’t appear nearly as intimidating as he did before. His previously guarded and sharp facial expressions have mellowed and morphed into something softer and friendlier. His usually composed, pristine hair flops around his forehead. As Andi talks to him, he laughs and grins, two things that would have been foreign from the old TJ. Sure, he laughed and smiled before, but now Marty realizes those sounded more fake, like a cool guy persona.

“Hey!” Buffy greets, practically pulling Marty along.

They plop down by Andi, who scoots over to make room. TJ, Cyrus, and Jonah sit across from them. As they sit, Marty feels TJ inspecting him closely. He tries everything he can not to meet TJ’s eyes.

“Welcome to our humble, lunchtime abode,” Cyrus greets.

TJ snorts, which startles Marty. He finds himself locking eyes with him on accident. He expects intimidating glares, but what he gets is a curious glint from his eyes.

“Wait, I know you!” TJ suddenly exclaims. “You’re Marty!”

“From the party!” Cyrus choruses with Andi.

Buffy rolls her eyes, “Took you long enough, Kippen!”

TJ responds to Buffy by sticking his tongue out and throwing a crumpled-up napkin at her.

“Will I ever lose the ‘from the party’ part?” Marty asks with a sigh.

“Nope!” Buffy grins, jostling his shoulder.

The group dynamic is different than Marty remembers it. Before, it was really just Buffy, Andi, and Cyrus (with Jonah occasionally), but now, even though the group hasn’t expanded much, they all seem closer and happier than before. It makes Marty wonder just how much he missed during his time apart from Buffy and how things could have been different if they remained in contact.

“Teej!” Cyrus suddenly whines, trailing off into giggles.

“I’m sorry!” TJ apologizes with a laugh. “I can’t help it. It’s just funny how ticklish you are.”

“It’s not funny!”

Then, Cyrus buries his head into the crook of TJ’s neck, and TJ just lets him. Never has Marty seen TJ acting so soft. But he appears more content than ever before.

From his side, Buffy sighs, “Just ignore them. They’re always this gross when they’re together.”

“You’re just jealous, Driscoll!” TJ replies teasingly.

Cyrus lifts his head up from his position against TJ, “Are you two ever going to call each other by first names instead of last? It sounds like you still hate each other.”

“Don’t worry, underdog,” TJ promises, “I just like to get under Buffy’s skin, but I don’t hate her.”

“First name! I win!” Buffy beams.

“Wait—what? It wasn’t a competition!”

“Everything’s a competition if you try hard enough, Kippen.”

Marty can’t get past how friendly things seem between TJ and Buffy now. He’s used to her complaining about the other boy endlessly, not teasing him and actually enjoying his company.

The rest of the lunch period is loaded with talking and playful bickering between them all. By the end of lunch, Marty finds himself even more included in the group than before. It’s one of the best lunch periods he’s ever had, especially since the entire time, Buffy is pressed up against him. Their relationship is still new, still growing, but Marty has a feeling that it will last.

“I gotta head to math early for help,” TJ explains near the end of lunchtime.

Jonah reaches out to fist bump him, “You got this, man!”

“Bye TJ, bye Cyrus!” Andi waves.

Marty notices that although Cyrus never said anything about leaving early, Andi says goodbye to both of them. No one else seems to find it strange besides himself. Buffy picks up on his confusion, of course, and goes to explain.

“They go everywhere together now,” she hints.

Marty doesn’t understand the odd insinuation in her voice until he sees TJ and Cyrus get up. Their hands are intertwined and obviously have been the entire time during lunch. Marty realizes that he never saw either of them use more than one hand. Suddenly, as they walk away, it all starts to click. TJ and Cyrus. He would have never expected that.

“Now you’re getting it,” Buffy chuckles.

He frowns in confusion, “I still don’t really understand. I mean, how? When? Since when is TJ even a nice guy?”

“Well, let me tell you a story…” Buffy trails off, smiling to herself. “It all started with Cyrus.”

tj and cyrus have been together for one month

MY HEART ❤️