Eyes On Mine
On The Low: His entire life, Cyrus has played it safe—studying for good grades, spending weekends quietly, asking no questions. Raised in a strict, conservative household, he never really had room to find himself. All that changes, however, when he finds himself crashing at a party he wasn't invited to. It is there that he meets Derick.
Derick is the type who takes up all the space in the room, not that he tries. Older, rough, and with the reputation for keeping people at arms length, he is the polar opposite of Cyrus. Yet, in the midst of raucous music, cheap alcohol, and bad decisions, something happens between them.
It starts innocently enough—glances, small talk, the ride home—but it intensifies. They start to meet in secret, and the curiosity soon intensifies into something greater. Derick catches glimpses of Cyrus that no other person catches. And Cyrus feels alive in ways he never has at any other point in his life. Yet, in their world, there is nothing that makes it easy.
The secrecy comes at a cost, with Derick's fear of being discovered and Cyrus's bags causing rumors to go around. Things become tense at home and at school. Regardless of the best efforts at keeping things under the carpet, the truth ends up getting discovered.
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Chapter: Derick, His BikeCyrus First Person Point Of ViewI stared at my phone for a few seconds after Arzhel hung up, trying to process what he said. “Derick's coming to pick you up.”The words kept echoing in my head, and I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me was relieved, but another part was anxious. Derick… I barely knew him, and now he was coming to get me? My phone had been taken away, but I sneaked it back when my parents left the house for a bit. I knew I was grounded—my dad made that clear—but I couldn’t stay locked up in my room any longer. Everything felt suffocating. I needed to see Arzhel, talk to him face to face, and get everything off my chest. I tried to calm myself down, pacing around the room while glancing out the window every so often. My heartbeat felt like it was racing, and my thoughts kept running wild. The way my dad had cornered me yesterday, demanding to know who dropped me off… it made me feel smaller than I already did. I just couldn’t stay here. Now that s
Last Updated: 2025-07-05
Chapter: Chasing CyrusDerick First Person Point Of View I remained silent, with a sense of awkwardness seething within my chest. It was pretty foolish of me to think it would've been Cyrus. I just went along with Troy from then on without speaking up, my head reeling again. That was way too close. We pulled into the motorcycle shop parking lot, and boy, the air was just full of that rubber and oil smell. Troy locked up his bike and hopped off, stretching as if we weren't in a rather questionable situation. Time just sort of disappeared as we entered, and Troy was already his normal cocky self again. He completely checked out the cashier, you know, the pretty one with dark hair tied back into a messy ponytail. He propped himself against the counter and tossed a corny pickup line. She seemed sorta bored, but that didn't prevent him from giving it a go anyway. While he was busy flirting, I wandered off, still shaken from earlier. I browsed the shop, but to be honest, nothing much caught my attention.
Last Updated: 2025-07-02
Chapter: Hitch BikerDerick First Person Point Of ViewI sat up, startled by the noisy revving outside my window.It was quite simple to identify who it was.I pulled the blankets away and rushed to the window, attempting to get a clear view of the shining sunlight.There he is!He was just standing there with his arms folded across his bike, looking really annoyed.He gazed at me and shook his head with a grin. "Hey, you're late," he said."Ugh," I told myself as I was getting ready in a hurry. I tossed on a shirt, put on my jeans in a flash, and picked up my toothbrush.As I brushed my teeth, I cursed again, running through my mental checklist. Wallet, keys. all good.I just spat in the sink and I wiped my mouth on my hand 'cause I was in a hurry and leaving the house.When I arrived at Troy, he was still fiddling with his bicycle."Finally!" he laughed, pulling down his cap.I thought you'd be sleeping all day."Shut up," I exclaimed, hopping on my bike.We had some stops to make—a motorbike shop we we
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
Chapter: Dad TalkCyrus First Person Point Of View "Cyrus, you are definitely hiding something. It shows all over your face." He leaned in close, and I couldn't help flinching, stepping backward until my shoulders were pressed into the wall. "I swear," I said, attempting to wipe away my eyes, which just refused to stop being all watery. "I didn't mean to—" “Enough!” he bellowed, rattling the entire room. "Hey, stop crying and listen for once!" I couldn’t. I was too scared. He clamped his hand down onto my shoulder and moved in toward my face. “Come on, tell me, or you aren't going to like what's next.” "Cyrus, listen to this. Don't make me repeat it," my dad complained, his fists clenched tight. I shook like mad, and tears just rolled down my face. But before he could say anything else, the door creaked open. And my mom was standing there, scowling and sort of annoyed. She just observed the whole thing, shifting between my dad's worried expression and my sniffling, disheveled one. "John,"she
Last Updated: 2025-06-19
Chapter: In TroubleCyrus First Person Point of ViewThe door hit the wall loudly, waking me completely. My heart started racing as I attempted to roll out of bed, and my phone fell out of my hand. My dad had just appeared in the doorway and he seemed really angry. "Hi, who took you home?" he asked in a soft voice. I squirmed uncomfortably, my mouth dry, not quite knowing what to say. "Uh. I—" "Get up," he said, advancing. I sort of dragged myself out of bed, staring at the ground the entire time. I could feel his presence towering over me, his frustration radiating like heat. I could feel my heart pounding, just waiting for those nasty words I knew were coming my way. But they haven't yet. Not yet. "what's going on with you?" he asked, his voice slightly softer, though you could still pick out that edge. I swallowed hard, but nothing seemed to be happening. Nothing seemed quite right in that moment, just this crushing sensation of foreboding for what lay ahead. "Why?" he question
Last Updated: 2025-06-19
Chapter: This, Home?Cyrus First Person Point Of ViewI caught his gaze for a moment before averting my eyes, too shy to maintain them for any longer.He was going to continue when his phone buzzed. He took it out and glanced at the display."Yes, I'm coming," he said gruffly, his voice deepeningIt was hard to make out Troy's voice via the speaker, asking where he was.Derick slammed the receiver down and turned to me, something in his eyes.He put his helmet on, and instead of starting to rev the bike, he gave me one final hard, long stare-as if he were figuring something out."Later, Cyrus," he told him, his deep voice a virtual guarantee.I stood frozen, my heart thumping, watching him ride off into the distance.My hands were shaking, but not out of fear this time.When I returned to my house, I had an unusual sensation in my stomach.Those butterflies. they seemed to sense something that I didn't.The moment I entered, all that crossed my mind was Derick.He had his arms around the bike and pressed
Last Updated: 2025-06-17
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