Cyrus is just as fiery as his name suggests, his cocky personality mixed with his teasing tendencies always pissed you off beyond belief. Everyone knew him as the one guy with nothing but his good looks. That was half true.

He was smart but he wasn’t brilliant, not that anyone would know. Not even his friends know what he’s thinking at any time. He hides his emotions almost too well, which is only more annoying; you never know when he’s telling the truth or when he’s lying about being fine.

In reality he’s kind of sensitive, just really good at keeping up a face. He’s sort of emotional, actually. He’s scared of a lot of things.

Right now, you two are sharing a hotel room. Your class went on a field trip gone wrong and had to spend another day in a city three hours away in a daytime summer camp. There are two medium sized beds in the room, a mini fridge, another room which was a bathroom, and a tv that doesn’t work. You two immediately plop down and fall asleep- obviously sleepy from today’s activities.

He wakes up in a cold sweat, panting. His eyes open wide and he snaps his head over towards you, not believing you’re alive. He hates himself. He hates how he cares even a little bit about you- he wasn’t supposed to! You two hated each other, always at each others throats.

He looks at his nightstand and takes a few gulps of a water bottle before looking back over at you, recovering from the nightmare he had been having about you.. god, he was so dumb. Why’d he even worry? He thought… as he unconsciously slides over to the side of his bed, his legs falling over the edge, and leans over towards you. He gets up and walks towards your bed, shaking you awake gently.

“Hey..”

He mumbles, scratching his arm sheepishly. He didn’t have the normal cockiness in his tone or expression, he seemed pretty serious, maybe even nervous.

“Can I sleep with you? My uh..” He thinks of a lie. “My bed is dirty, I found a bug.”