"Got any two's." TJ raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"Go fish." I groaned and picked a card from the stack.

"Oh hell yeah, I got a two." He placed his cards down and held up his hand.

"Nice game, Underdog." I gave him a high five. I've beaten him three times at Go Fish, which is good for me against a person who wins at mostly everything (except for Go Fish). "I really want to order pizza, what do you want?"

"Plain cheese." He jokingly rolled his eyes and pointed at me.

"Boring." I chuckled and started to clean up Go Fish.

It is currently Sunday afternoon. TJ was home alone so he invited me over. I didn't know we were on that level of friendship yet. I mean, we've only known each other for three days but to be honest, I feel like I've known him for years. I mean, I have known him for years but only his name and the things that Buffy described. But last night, we learned a lot more about each other. We didn't get extremely deep in our life, instead we told each other random facts. I learned that his favorite color is light blue and he's obsessed with One Direction thus me making his ringtone a One Direction song. I also learned that he owns an insane amount of hoodies which makes sense because he wears a different one everyday.

"Ok, half cheese and half meat lover." He sits next to me with his legs crossed. "What do you want to do now?"

"It's your house, what do you want to do?"

"You're my guest, what do you want to do?" I shoved him with my shoulder lightly and giggled. "That didn't do anything Underdog." So I shoved him again. He somehow just gets pleasure seeing me struggle like this. And I shoved him again, but this time he fell over dramatically, holding his heart. "U-Underdog, t-t-tell my f-amily... that I-I l-love t-..." Then he dropped his head and poked his tongue out.

"I guess if you're dead, I can just leave." His head shots up and a smile was plastered on his face.

"Follow me." TJ pulled me towards a staircase and started to sprint up, probably not realizing he was still holding my hand so I was scrambling behind him.

Is there any reason to why his hands were extremely soft?

This might sound weird but I like how they feel.

We got to a door with a huge basketball poster on it. It had a signature on it, and a random player on it. I don't know sports.

"This is my room, mind the messiness." He opened the door to one of the neatest room I've ever seen. And I'm a huge neat freak. His desk was nicely put together, his bed was made, there were no clothes on the floor.

"This is freakin clean, what do you- you wanted me to compliment your room didn't you?" He smirked at me and sat on his desk chair.

"Maybe." I rolled my eyes and looked at the window. It's a bay window with a comfortable looking seat. If it's comfortable, I'll sit there. "I use this curtain to cover the seat and I will just sit there and look out the window. I look at the people walking by and wonder what their life story is." He sat in front of me, his legs right next to mine. He was leaning against the window sill, and he looked extremely peaceful. "That girl riding her scooter, her name is Isabella. She's a student at the gym I work at."

"You work at a gym?!"

"It's a children's gym, I may not be a teenager person but I like teaching younger kids stuff." I nod and look out the window, watching the young girl ride past with her parents walking after her, and the mother was walking a small white dog.

"It's almost perfect." I whisper which catches his attention.

"Exactly."

"I never knew you were the poetic type." He shook his head.

"You don't know me..."

"You got stuff." I finished for him with a smirk. He just smiled softly and nodded his head. "Do you write poetry?"

"Noooo..."

"You're really bad at hiding things." He chuckled nervously and looked at his feet. "Can you show me some?"

"Not really." He looked at me with wide eyes and was shaking his head at insane speed. "No offense, no one knows I wrote poetry." I wave him off and soften my face.

"No offense given." I'm not going to force him to show me something secretive. I respect boundaries so I won't push anything.

TJ stood up and pulled the blue curtain in front of the seat. "Isn't it cool?" Since the window was open, it was still kind of bright but it was sort of dimmed. It was a comfortable space for an enclosed area.

"It's comfy." I respond. I don't think it was comfortable just because there was nice pillows and lighting. I think it's because I'm around a comforting person. I mean, TJ may look mean, but it's jut his face. I thought he was mean, because of his face, because of what Buffy said, because of rumors. But sometimes it can only take a day to know the true side of people.

"Do you want to listen to music?" He was holding a red Bluetooth speaker. I nodded excitedly and watched him go through his phone to get to Spotify. He put his playlist on shuffle and turned off his phone

There once was a bitter sweet man and they called him Lemon Boy

"I love Cavetown." I mumble with a soft smile. That smile hasn't left my face at all. I rarely smile constantly. My face isn't used to this, it almost hurts because of how much I've been smiling.

"Me too. And this song is amazing." TJ looks extremely peaceful and tranquil in his little area.

He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed
But like weeds do he only came and grew back again
So I figured this time I might as well let him be

He was slowly rocking to the music, not opening his eyes. And his eyes weren't squeezed shut. It was like he was enjoying the music so much that he needs to close his eyes to savor it all, and it's just a song. A song with a great and beautiful meaning.

Lemon Boy and me started to get along
I helped him plant his seeds and we'd mow the lawn in bad weather
It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him
So I got myself a citrus friend

"Who do you think the Lemon Boy is in your life?" He asks, his eyes still closed. He now had his good on, which made him look even more comfortable.

"I honestly don't know." TJ. It's TJ. TJ is known as the bitter boy but if you approach him the right way, you'll see a sweeter side. I know that sweet side, I know the bitter side. He's the Lemon Boy in my life, my two day friend.

"It's me isn't it?"

But soon his bitter sweet started to rub off on me
You'd think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat
I found out that my friends are more of the savoury type
And they weren't to keen on compromising with a nice lemon pie

"I mean, you're sweet when most people think you're sour and bitter. And you don't see Buffy or Andi appreciating you, they don't appreciate you. They don't want to get to know you to actually know your true side."

So Lemon Boy and me, we just gotta get along  together
I'll help him plant his seeds and we'll mow the lawn in bad weather
It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him
So I got myself a citrus friend

"How do you know this stuff if you barely know me?"

But what if I run out of fertiliser
What if the clouds run out of rain
What if Lemon Boy won't grow no longer
What if beaches dry of sugar cane
Oh well
The whales start to beach themselves
Tortoise shells tear away from their spines
It happens all the time, it happens all the time

"I know you got stuff..."

Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever
Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever
Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever
Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever
It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him
So I got myself a citrus friend

"but I like to see the good in people. You, TJ Kippen, are a good person."

A/N:
Dedicated to EMBRACETHEFUCKINGAY because she's my Tyrus Friend !!!