The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

34. Three

Three Months Later

It had been exactly 88 days; three months.

Tyler started to notice the little intricacies I did.

He'd make fun of me if I couldn't sit down for more than minute when I got too excited about something, like the last presentation I had to do at the office last week.

I was getting better at them and they were beginning to become something I looked forward to.

We were more comfortable than ever. Bella was gone almost every other weekend, and when she was gone, I'd spend the day over.

The craziest part was that we wouldn't even fuck. We'd just watch a movie and fall asleep together, or we'd spend hours talking about random shit.

I found out about all the records he had hidden in the garage, which I dug through and realized we had way more in common than previously thought.

Tyler also began to realize that I was hiding something from him.

I could tell because when I turned back to look at him he was still watching me to see if I would repeat the things I did.

I would arrange the coat jackets at the door, and tidy up the shoes were at the front door when I'd come in. Or like when I would organize the magazines by date on the coffee table when they were messily thrown around. When I left his house or mine, I made sure to lock it—at least four times.
Not to mention the fact that I organized his records alphabetically.

I walked into his office, shutting the door behind me.

"What did you need me for?" I asked.

"I told you you didn't have to alphabetize the checks I gave you yesterday." He replied.

"I did it anyway." I took a seat.

"That's extra work for you, Nia."

"I don't mind it. Really." I smiled lightly.

"You've been doing it for the past two months. And you organized all the extra paperwork you get—why? You know you not getting paid extra for it."

"I know." I looked down at my hands. "It's just something I need to do."

He furrowed his brows.

"You don't need to organize shit. You don't need to do any of that shit." He reiterated.

I sighed, shifting in my chair uncomfortably.

"I can't stop doing it."

"What?"

"I have OCD." I felt like I blurted it out.

He sat in silence for a moment.

"It all makes sense." He chuckled. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I don't know. It's just...It's stupid. I hate that I have that." I didn't want to look at him at all. My gaze stayed on my fidgety fingers.

"It's not stupid. I'm glad you told me."

I looked up at him.

"Here. Give this to Rogers." He changed the subject, handing me a form to give him.

I grabbed it, quickly standing up and turning towards the door.

Tyler took my arm, making me turn me around.

"You staying over this weekend?" He asked.

"Yeah, Saturday right?"

"The whole weekend."

I was in shock.

Yeah I stayed a day, but I had never stayed over the night at his place.

"L-Like you mean spending the night? with you?"

He chuckled, amused at my shaky response.

"Yeah. Unless you had plans—,"

"I don't."

"Good." He bit his lip lightly before he reached over and kissed me.

He acted as if we were in a relationship—but according to him, it was nothing more than sex. That's what I always thought of it as. I wasn't sure if this was how the whole friends with benefits thing worked.

But I went with it.

It was weird having to hide our fling; then when he needed me he'd call me Brown instead of Nia in front of everyone and his whole tone would change. Suddenly I remembered he was my boss.