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helloalycia · 3 years

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worth the wait [two] // daisy johnson

summary: same as the first chapter – it was too long to post in one so this is the remainder of it!

"What do you think?"

I raised an eyebrow as I poked my head inside the van, glancing around at the cramped space that had stupidly been turned into a living space. There was also, weirdly enough, a computer in the corner which made absolutely no sense.

"I think I have no idea what I'm looking at," I admitted, before looking to an excited Skye beside me. "What is this?"

She bit her lip to contain her grin as she patted the van's door proudly. "This is my new rig."

I almost laughed. "You're kidding."

Her smile lessened. "I'm not."

Now I definitely laughed. "Skye, c'mon, be serious. Whose van is this?"

Her smile disappeared as she clenched her jaw with annoyance. "It's mine. Sorry it isn't fancy enough for you, your majesty."

When I realised she was serious, I lost my smile and looked between the van and her. "Skye, where the hell did you get a van? You can't even drive!"

Clearly holding in her anger, she began to push past me and slide the doors shut. "He said you wouldn't get it," she mumbled to herself, but I heard.

"He?" I questioned with raised eyebrows. "Who the hell is he?"

"Miles," she snapped, stopping moving and looking to me. "Miles is the one who got me the van. He said it was a bad idea to show you and clearly he was right, Y/N. You took one look at it and laughed. He was right."

I smiled tightly, trying not to get worked up at the mention of Skye's new friend. She'd befriended this 'Miles' guy within the past few months and wouldn't stop meeting with him and his friends. He was in the grade above us, but just like her, he'd skip class and do God knows what.

Ever since she'd been hanging around them, she'd been standoffish and distant. She wouldn't contact me as much when she ran away, and she'd been skipping school more often than usual. They were clearly a bad influence on her, but she reassured me she was in control of her own life and knew what she was doing. Being the idiot I am, I fell for her pretty smile and convincing eyes, but this was getting too far now.

"No offence, Skye, but I wouldn't start listening to a guy who can't even make it to class on time," I said to her with a hint of annoyance. "Why do you need a van anyway?"

"Why not?" she countered with her arms crossed. "I thought you'd be happy that I'm finally taking responsibility. Growing up."

My expression softened. "I've never once said that you had to do either of those things."

"You don't need to say it," she mumbled, looking down at her shoes with a frown. "I know you think it. Everyone does."

I stepped forward, resting a hand on her shoulder and finding her eyes with mine. "Where is this coming from? Skye, I have never thought that. All I've ever wanted for you is to be safe and happy. I'm just worried."

She shrugged me off. "Well, now you don't need to be. I've got this."

"You're seventeen, you should be in school studying, not staying in a van," I said tiredly. "You've been missing so much. How are you gonna graduate?"

She avoided my eyes. "That's another thing... I've been thinking and, well, I don't think I want that."

I widened my eyes with disbelief. "What?"

Still avoiding my eyes, she continued, "I don't think I want to graduate."

I was too surprised to find words so quickly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"How can you not want to graduate?!" I asked suddenly, finding my words. "It's what you do! It's what we all do!"

She met my eyes with apologetic ones. "It's what you do, Y/N. I don't want to be at a place that makes me feel like shit. I can't keep pretending I fit in when I don't."

"This isn't you," I told her sternly. "We were supposed to graduate together. You're not stupid, Skye. I can help you study. You can't just give up."

"I'm not," she said with certainty. "I finally know what I'm doing. That's all."

I squeezed my fists together to contain my frustration. "And what's that?"

"The Rising Tide–"

"For fuck's sake!" I cut her off, before hitting the van door with frustration.

"Miles has taught me a lot!" she defended. "They do a lot of good, Y/N! I just want to be apart of something bigger. Something that can help me help others. And something that can help me find my family. My real family."

I clenched my jaw, knowing I was too late in convincing her otherwise. Whatever Miles and the others had told her about their stupid hacking group had worked – she was dropping out of high school and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

"You're gonna be going to university and we both know I can't afford it," she said gently. "We couldn't stay together forever, Y/N. And my foster family definitely don't care what happens to me. I don't fit in anywhere."

I looked to her with glassy eyes. "You fit in with me. You always have."

She pursed her lips as she stayed quiet.

"I'm sorry I didn't make that clear enough," I added bitterly.

"That's not it and you know it," she muttered, shaking her head. "I have to do this. I have to figure myself out. Alone."

I felt stupid for letting her do everything she did leading up to this point. If I had just tried a little harder, maybe things could have been different.

"You're not alone though, are you?" I asked rhetorically. "You've got your new pals at the Rising Tide. It's their damn fault you're doing all this."

"They're not as bad as you think!"

"You've changed because of them!" I argued back. "They created a barrier between you and I. It's because of them that you've... that you've..."

"What?" she snapped, glaring at me. "That I'm finally thinking for myself?!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and straightened up. "Forget it, just– forget it. I've got a midterm to study for."

She snickered harshly. "Of course. Don't want me slowing you down."

I stayed quiet and turned around to leave. I couldn't see past my anger as I left her with her stupid van.

Of course, the two of us had been friends for a lot longer than that silly argument, so I was quick to realise how much I actually cared about her and her life, and wanted to apologise for how harsh and unsupportive I sounded.

The next day after school, I decided to head over to her foster family's place to hopefully talk to her. I'd had enough time to think about it and knew I was a lot more levelheaded now that I'd had some space.

I knocked on the front door and waited before an older blonde woman answered. I recognised her as Skye's foster mum, Sally.

"Hi, Mrs Collins," I greeted with a smile. "I'm looking for–”

"Mary doesn't live here anymore," Sally cut me off instantly, surprising me.

I had almost forgotten that Skye's foster family knew her as the name she was given by her orphanage – Mary Sue Poots.

"She doesn't?" I asked with confusion. "But I thought–"

"Goodbye, Miss Y/L/N," Sally interrupted, before slamming the door in my face.

I blinked with confusion before turning around and walking down the steps. It had been a while since I last visited Skye at home. In fact, she made sure I never visited her at home. I guess now I knew why. But then where the hell was she living?

As I walked around the neighbourhood trying to think about where Skye could be, I saw a familiar van parked up on the side of the street and put the pieces together.

Guiltily, I approached the van and sucked up a deep breath before knocking on the side. It didn't take long for the door to slide open and reveal Skye herself.

"Hey," I said quietly, noticing her surprised expression. "Can we talk?"

She licked her lips nervously and nodded, before moving to the side to let me in. I climbed inside and watched as she shut the door before settling on the seat in front of me. I looked around and realised the little details I hadn't noticed yesterday. The little things that made this place Skye's and nobody else's.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I don't have any," she joked to lighten the mood, and I couldn't help but crack a small smile.

I breathed out before meeting her eyes. "Skye, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have reacted like that. If I had known that this was your home, I–"

"You didn't know," she said, shaking her head with embarrassment. "I didn't want you to know. It's my fault."

I pursed my lips, watching as she looked away with pink cheeks. It hurt me to know that she was embarrassed when I didn't care about any of this, I just cared about her.

"I want you to know that I respect your decision to join the Rising Tide," I said gently, making her look up. "If it's what you want, you should go for it."

"It is," she said with certainty.

I chewed on the inside of my mouth before asking, "Is there no way you can finish high school though? Graduate with me?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to, Y/N."

"But that's the bare minimum," I pleaded. "Hacking isn't a lifestyle. You need to work, too, and I can promise you that most places won't look to hire a high school dropout."

She leaned back in her seat and shrugged nervously. "Miles isn't graduating either. And he's got some friends who haven't graduated. They're all doing fine."

I looked down and pinched the bridge of my nose to contain my frustration. I promised myself I wouldn't argue with her, but the mention of her other friends was like a trigger.

"What now?" she asked with annoyance, realising I was annoyed. "You clearly have something to say about them."

"It doesn't matter," I said, biting my tongue.

"Sure it doesn't," she played along.

"It doesn't," I agreed.

"Yeah, and the Hulk isn't bright green," she said sarcastically.

I looked up and glared at her. She stared back challengingly, practically daring me to speak. So, I did.

"Your new hacker friends are the reason you're making these choices," I told her straight. "They're the reason you're making a huge mistake. The reason you're dropping out. And for what? So you can hack like them?"

She rolled her eyes. "I know you look down on us, but we're more than that."

"Skye, I don't give a shit about them!" I shouted without meaning to. "I only care about you!"

"Then stop talking crap about my friends!" she returned angrily.

"Why do you care about them so much?!"

"They gave me a place to stay when I had nowhere! They made me feel like I belonged!"

I frowned, anger replacing with hurt. "I always offered you a place to stay. I only ever wanted you to be safe. You never needed to be different with me. You belonged. Always."

She swallowed hard and looked away from me ashamedly. "Well it doesn't matter anymore. I'm leaving."

I breathed out deeply. "School? Our town? Leaving what?"

"All of it," she said quietly. "I don't expect you to understand."

I looked down to my fumbling hands, a tear slipping from my eye. I had never felt so angry at someone before in my life. She was treating me like I was a stranger, as if I wasn't somebody who knew her inside out. She was treating me like she treated everyone else except her new friends. And I couldn't deal with it anymore.

"Fine," I said, before moving to open the door. I jumped out her van and didn't spare her a glance as I said, "Have fun with the rest of your life. Sorry I didn't care enough."

She didn't say anything and I didn't expect her to. With a broken heart and headache, I left and didn't bother turning back.

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"What do you mean she's run away?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Mr Lock said apologetically. "Her foster family got the note this morning. They're doing what they can to find her. She always turns up, you know that."

I knew her family didn't care if she was gone or not, so I knew Skye definitely wouldn't be found. Unlike usual, Skye hadn't contacted me before leaving, so something told me she wouldn't be turning up.

Our argument was over a week ago and I hadn't seen her since. It had been eating away at me the way we'd left things, but I couldn't find it in myself to face her. I had no idea what to say anyway. And I wasn't sure when she was planning on leaving, so I didn't think it was important right now. Clearly, I was wrong.

"I just thought you should know," Mr Lock said with a nod. "The police will come by soon to get a statement from you."

As usual. Except this time, I actually had no idea where she was.

I nodded, my mouth going dry. "Thank you... can I go now?"

He nodded hesitantly. "Of course."

I left his office and headed straight outside behind the bleachers where nobody could hear or see me. The first thing I did was try to ring Skye, but there was no answer and no way to leave a voicemail. I tried several times, hoping she'd pick up, but she didn't. And that's when I remembered the burner phone.

Immediately pulling it out, I turned it on and saw the message from her appear on my screen. I was quick to open it, my heart racing like it did every time she ran away. I knew she wasn't coming back this time though.

Hey, Y/N. I know you probably hate me, but I felt like I owed you this. I said I was leaving and I have. I can't tell you where. And I'm not good at goodbyes. I've had too many of them and I couldn't bring myself to say it to you. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I never wanted to, but I guess some things are inevitable, huh? I've managed to do it all my life, this isn't any different. I'm just sorry if I hurt you in the process. Anyway, this is pretty long and I don't even know if you read it, but yeah. I'm sorry. I wish things could have been different.

The text ended there and I found myself rereading it to myself over and over, her words imprinted in my mind. I knew we'd argued and exchanged hurtful words, but I never in a million years thought she'd leave without saying goodbye. I thought I meant more to her than this. But no. I was just another foster family she ran away from. And I wasn't so sure I'd see her again.

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victorscanero · 5 years

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Felt every little thing // chapter 1

Cyrus has spent every afternoon by himself for deep fear of upsetting one of the two girls.

they were both in the midst of an argument which meant they pretend they're not in an argument but refuse to be in the same room together until someone finally snaps.

It was Friday afternoon and the spoon seemed less vibrant than the Friday before. He started to notice a lot of older people were there “is it always like this?” He wondered looking through the menu even though he already knew he wasn't going to order anything else.

He felt someone sit down in front of him he looked up to see none other than Amber Kippen. “Hey” she said it wasn't weird for amber to make small talk when he came in she did it every Friday. “What's that?” she asked gesturing to the book he didn't realize was tightly gripped in one of his hands. “ “oh uh it's just a book on the great depression.” Cyrus loved reading about things most kids wanted to leave in the classroom.

To his surprise, after Amber got a better look at the books’ cover her eyes lit up “I LOVE THAT BOOK!” she said “My brother owns it, He kind of forces me to read all of his history books.” She lightly laughed. Cyrus didn't know which was more shocking, that Amber had a sibling or that she had a sibling who forced her to read his history books.

“You have a brother? How old is he?”

“He is 16 like me, we are actually twins but he failed 8th grade so he is in your grade you might know him his name is T.J.” she said helping herself to another baby tater. “yeah I know him” he said shifting uncomfortably thinking about the whole year of 7th grade “oh no” she sighed “what did he do?” she had a worried look on her face “Nothing to me personally but it was in 7th grade and people can change right?” I gave a half smile before offering her the last baby tater to which she refused.

“He really has.” she said “ We were going through back then. He is a totally different person now, so am I” she smiled

That last part was true she has changed alot since she was a freshman. Cyrus wasn't sure at the time why she was trying to convince him that T.J. was a good guy but the topic of T.J. Kippen changed to random stuff and they ended up finding out that they had lots in common besides a dislike for know it all parents. It made cyrus feel better to know that he had another friend besides Andi and Buffy. As time went on it was almost 8:30 which meant the spoon was getting ready to close shortly.

“Hey I don't know if you'd be interested but when I get home I'm going to watch this documentary on the worst U.S presidents if you wanted to join it would be really fun” she smiled “but you totally don't have to” she quickly added

“I would be an idiot not to join.” he said

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They stopped walking when they reached a small dark green house with a deep red door it reminded Cyrus of Christmas, there was even a tree that resembled a christmas tree in their yard.

He noticed there were no cars in her driveway “Do your parents care that I'm here?” He asked stepping inside their home and instantly getting hit with a wave of warmth and the smell of vanilla. “My parents are out of town so it seemed easier not too, you know how older people get with the opposite gender friends.” she said going up the steps.

Oh boy did he know... “All four of my parents are still convinced I like either buffy or Andi, so yeah I think I can understand.” Amber laughed “you're so easy to talk to”

Moments of silence passed as Amber set up the tv. Cyrus could tell she was in deep thought but right as he was about to ask she spoke up

“Can I tell you something?” they were sitting on the floor criss cross “Is this a secret?” Cyrus asked scooting closer “yeah, my biggest secret matter of fact.” she laughed nervously looking to the side.

There was another moment of silence and cyrus watched as Amber pulled on the loose ends of her sweater. “you don't have to tell me if you're not ready amber” he gave her an encouraging smile but was worried she would share something that she wasn't ready to share.

“Maybe it would be easier if I just showed you.” She said getting up and grabbing her phone

“Cyrus?” she said as she typed in something.

“I have a crush on this person” she gave him her phone and cyrus furrowed his eyebrows, looking up to her obviously confused suddenly, Realisation hit cyrus as he finally said

“you like Andi” releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding “that's great” he smiled “did you miss the part where she is dating my ex” she joked “ooo yeah you're right I'm sorry that's terrible” he grimaced “so,, you like girls?” Cyrus asked “well I like Andi and she's a girls.” She laughed “I'm kidding i know what you mean your asking if i like girls specifically right?” She asked “yeah, not that you have to know but do you know?” Cyrus felt strange being the one someone was coming out to but it made him happy to know that one of his friends liked the same gender even if he wasn't quite ready to tell her yet, it was nice to know she will be supportive when he does.

“My crush on iris and Andi is 100x stronger than any crush I have had on any guy. I think I just date guys because I can, as bad as it sounds and it's what most people expected me to do” she shrugged “it's not like the guys i dated cared much for me either so I wasn't exactly leading them on, well besides jonah but that whole relationship was a mess from the start I just didn't want to be alone” she laughed and cyrus began to notice she laughed every time she said something heavy

“I had a crush on Jonah back in 7th grade and i dated iris so I think I know what you mean” cyrus smiled he didn't realize exactly what he was saying until he was saying until he saw the look on amber's face “You like guys?”

“Well i liked jonah and he is a guy so...” he mocked causing Amber to lightly hit his arm

“Yeah, I'm gay. I really didn't expect to come out to anyone tonight but I'm glad I did.” “same” she smiled “so… movie time?” Amber picked up the pillows off her bed “Movie time.” cyrus said grabbing one and putting it on the floor beside hers.

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They were in an hour and 30 minutes into the movie when the door opened causing them both to scream and the person walking in jumped back “Jeez what are you watching?” he said walking towards the tv “Really” he deadpanned

“Hey politics are scary!” Amber defended picking the popcorn bowl up to T.J. offering him some to which “who's this and does mom know he is here?” he said bitterly not taking his eyes off of cyrus “Does mom and dad know you were smoking with reed and lester?.” Amber rhetorically asked ignoring his question.

“How did you know that? Did Reed ask you to come again? you know he is always hitting on you and it's really annoying” he shook his head

Amber raised her eyes “Anyways to answer your question on how I knew; you definitely covered the smell of it but, considering you hate the smell of axe body spray and reed baths in it I put two and two together.

Amber noticed cyrus shift uncomfortably “Anyways we have a movie to finish so get out” she said “I don't know” T.J. jumped on the bed “I do love this movie” he said looking at cyrus who couldn't see T.J. because he had his eyes set on another part of the room.

Amber sighed knowing exactly what he was doing “fine you can stay but this is cyrus” she said making cyrus turn around at the sound of his name “hm? Oh yeah that's me” he laughed awkwardly “T.J.” he said “you’re in 10th grade right?” he asked making cyrus’ face fall but only for a second

He had many classes with T.J. since 8th grade and bullied his best friend in 7th and he really has to ASK if he was in 10th.

“Yeah we also have history and english literature together.” cyrus said annoyance clear in his voice “oh, sorry.” T.J. said (he wasn't) he was a basketball star, he thought. it's not his fault he doesn't remember everybody's names.

Truth is T.J. has changed but coming home from Reed's house where all he did was listen to Reed talk about how everyone wants to date his sister while he was high to coming home to a boy and Amber being alone unsupervised isn't exactly how he wanted his night to go. He has seen this movie over a billion times and didn't care to see it again but, it would be a cold day in hell before he left them alone together.

He had many classes with T.J. since 8th grade and bullied his best friend in 7th and he really has to ASK if he was in 10th.

“Yeah we have history and english literature together.” cyrus said annoyance clear in his voice “oh, sorry.” T.J. said (he wasn't) he was a basketball star, he thought. it's not his fault he doesn't remember everybody's names.

“If your going to watch it with us go change the axe spray is giving me a headache” Amber said turning around to face the tv.

“Fine but text Reed. nothing weird, just something to get him off of my back about setting you up with him maybe tell him to back off or something.” he said walking out of ambers room, leaving the door open.

Amber picked up her phone and sent a quick text to Reed.“Hey, next time you smoke with my brother PLEASE don't bathe him in axe… thanks!!”

Cyrus, who was looking over her shoulder chuckled “you're crazy” he shook his head “we been knew.”

Amber put her phone down and grabbed a handful of popcorn “Get some popcorn let's try to catch it in eachothers mouth!” she said turning towards him criss cross.

“Me and T.J. use to do this all the time when we were kids it would drive my mom crazy because i would always miss.” Amber said “I see your aim hasn't gotten any better” T.J. said from the doorway making cyrus and amber look that way “stop criticizing me we have a movie to finish” amber said

Cyrus looked at the time “Actually,, I have to leave my mom told me to be home by 10:00 and if I make her break shabbat to call me because she's worried all four of my parents will have my head.” Cyrus noticed T.J. make a face but brushed it off

“Aw okay well are you busy tomorrow?” Amber asked getting up to walk cyrus out the door “No, do you want to do something?” Cyrus asked “yeah that would be fun. I'll text you later.” Cyrus gave her a hug and walked out the door.

“So is he the new victim?” T.J. asked making Amber jump “How long have you been there?” She said walking in the kitchen. “I followed you guys but silence speaks volumes.” he was sitting on the counter and when amber got her juice she did the same.

“Silence doesn't speak anything it's silence! But, if you must know, I don't like Cyrus.” She said “Does cyrus know you don't like Cyrus? He seemed pretty into you as soon as I said i was staying he had to leave.” He said with a stern look on her face “you got to be careful ambs guys are vouchers” he said

“I guess it's a good thing I don't like guys then.” she let slip “what?” T.J. asked “I just mean I guess it's good that I don't like any guys at the moment” by the look on T.J.’s face she could tell he wasn't convinced and she couldn't wait to tell this story to cyrus.

Thankfully T.J. dropped the discussion but once more said Cyrus liked her which almost made amber laugh knowing that they were both GAAAAY gay GAY.

A/n in this fic all of Cyrus’ parents participate in shabbat and encourage him to completely but make it his choice I'm not even sure if all of his parents are Jewish but it just worked out better this way. plus, No one talks about Cyrus being Jewish in fics so this should be a nice change.If you’re confused by the ages and grades Cyrus is 16 and T.J. is 16 and everyone is in 10th grade besides Amber who is in 11th grade

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