i'm gonna call you love | Tyler, The Creator

Chapter 12

We arrived to the really big house that had a lot of fancy cars parked all over the long driveway. I began to get a little nervous and started praying. Tyler went to my door and opened it for me and saw me praying and panicking in the passenger seat.

"Khanani are you okay?" His soft and caring voice said to me

"Uhm not really"

He squated down and looked up at me in my seat and placed his hand on my thigh, that simple little touch made my spine tingle.

"I can see your nervous and there's really no need to be, these are my friends they're really cool and don't smell bad but just let me know if you are uncomfortable and we dipping and can possibly do something else okay..."

He said all of that to reassure me and truly it did, I gave him a smile to show him im okay to go in now. He stood up and held his hand out and I placed my hand in it and stepped out of his gorgeous McLaren. He kissed my hand, locked the car, put his arm over me and we walked to the entrance of the house, hands still holding eachother.

We were greeted by a large cloud of smoke and loud music playing from the speakers. Tyler coughed next to me which made me giggle until he started searched his pockets for something. He finally pulled out an asthma pump from his brown pants and took 3 pumps. I had no idea his asthma was this bad that he starts choking with a large cloud of smoke.

"You good?"

"Yeah the smoke was just a little too much"

"Oh okay, let me know if you not good and we can dip" I said reassuring him and touching his face.

Tyler smiled and snaked his arm around my waist and slowly touching my ass as he's doing it. I smiled lowly and walked with him to a group of people.

"Hey guys, y'all look good...well most of you but anyways I want you guys to meet someone very special to me"

Special to me? Oh my gosh I mean something to him? I wonder what that could mean

"bitch I'll smack you the fuck up if you don't stop your clownin, I look and smell good! they don't call me pretty flacko for nothing" a man with a strong new York accent said to Tyler

"Nobody calls you that"

"Shut up but anyway hey pretty lady, im Rakim but you can call me Rocky, Pretty or dirty Flacko, or even papi"

The man said to me and kissed my hand and flashed me a huge smile. I knew exactly who Rocky was and that smile was just breathtaking, he was right he looked and smelled good, he really is one pretty motherfucker. fuck I was flustered.

"Ayo don't be licking her hands weirdo!" Tyler said making me and the group we were with giggle

"Im Khanani, very nice to meet you"

"Wow an exotic one, I like your accent where you from shawty?"

"South Africa, I really didn't know it was that evident."

"Babe it's thick and I'm not only talking about the accent" he said looking me up and down then winking at me.

I stood there dumbfounded and blushed, luckily im black as fuck so nobody could see anything but I definitely felt the heat on my cheeks. Tyler gave Rocky a death glare and shoved past him while taking me to meet the rest of the group.

"Guys this is Khanani, Khanani this is Jasper, Q, Mac, Kendall and you remember Taco."

I screamed internally and unfortunately a squeal left my body making everybody giggle. most people would have been freaking out that they are standing in front of Kendall Jenner but I was losing my mind that I was standing in front of MAC MILLER!!! GUYS IT WAS MAC MILLER! this man's music has really helped me a lot with so much, my mother's abuse, my depression, my dad's death and so much more. I am forever grateful for him.