LOVE IS KEY || A Tyler, The Creator Story REIMAGINED

10-2.0

I was in my studio working on some instrumentals. With the approval of Clancy, I have now started a site under an alias name where I make simple beats for people who can't afford my usual charges. I wanted to try my best and come up with different ways to support the "Keychains" in any way that I could. I was in the middle of a guitar riff when I heard the door open revealing Tyler with two mugs. I set down the bass guitar on its stand

Akeylah: When did you get here?

Tyler: (shrugs) About 15 minutes ago. I figured I'd pop in to see what you were up to.

He handed me a mug. I inhaled it and it was his favorite mint tea. Tyler has an extra key to my loft as discussed by him and Clancy so he can check on me when he has time and make sure I was good. I don't mind it most of the time but sometimes were just VERY bad timing. He once walked in and I was only in a pair of panties walking around the loft. I now make sure I have on a large shirt.

Akeylah: Thanks. How long are you staying?

I sat down in my big swinging chair and he sat next to me

Tyler: (playfully nudges Key) I don't have shit to do today so as long as you'd have me.

We sat and swung gently as we sipped on our tea and had light discussion. Once we finished the tea, I went back to working on the instrumentals and he helped me with some of them. No more than two hours later, we were standing on the balcony and looking at the view. Then I got a sudden urge.

Akeylah: (grins) I wanna go shopping.

He looked at me with a raised brow

Tyler: Nigga what? That was random as fuck.

Akeylah: I wanna go shopping. I'm gonna donate my old clothes and revamp my closet.

Tyler: And when did you come up with this?

Akeylah: (shrugs) It's been a thought for a while. I just want to do it now. (cheeses)

Tyler: Aight nigga. Let me call Vil.

Thirty minutes later we were walking down Main Street in Santa Monica wearing dark shades and Vil close behind us in case things get rowdy. We walked into some of the boutiques and shopped around. Some people did notice us but they didn't get too close.

Tyler: (annoyed) What exactly are you going for? We've walked into like 10 fucking stores so far and you ONLY have things from TWO of them?

Akeylah: (tilts shades downward for a better view of a store she's spotted) Lighten up Ty! I'm just trying to find things that give the aesthetic I'm looking for. Grown woman, Sexy, Bad bitchery!

I began walking off in that direction with Tyler and Vil tailing not too far behind.

Tyler: What's wrong with how you dress now though? It's your signature look!

Akeylah: That's the problem, Tyler! That was the OLD Key. Gullible, Vulnerable, Naive, Basic, Young. I am the new and improved version that doesn't take any shit, see through the bullshit, Grown, can't be touched!

We walked into the boutique. A few seconds later I felt something poke my side and it was just Tyler fucking with me.

Tyler: (smirks) Well nigga you ain't TOO untouchable.

Akeylah: (rolls eyes) Nigga you know that's not what I meant. I mean, I know my worth now and I'm gonna make it hard for niggas or bitches to get close to me. Like, think of me as a figment of your imagination.

I browsed a bit then began pulling out some things I wanted to try on

Tyler: Key, what does that shit even mean?

I didn't answer. I just walked into a dressing room and flashed him a big, cheesy grin before closing the door.

Later that night, I was in my closet putting away my new apparel with my freshly pressed tresses wrapped up under my headscarf while Tyler was stretched out across my bed snoring. I feel bad for dragging him around all day but it was also funny to me.

Once I finished, I stepped back and took a panoramic picture of the closet, and squealed like a kid in a candy store. I felt super confident and ready to step on necks. I turned out the light and walked into the room and over to Tyler

Akeylah: (whisper shouts) Ty!

I repeatedly called him until he looked at me with his eyes half open

Tyler: (groans) What?

Akeylah: Are you staying here or heading home?

Tyler: (mumbles while slowly drifting off) Here.

Akeylah: (pouts) Can I at least have my bed back?

Tyler: (mumbles and turns over) Nope.

Akeylah; (gasps dramatically) You Asss!!

I grabbed a pillow and began hitting him as I climbed into the bed towering over him. Eventually, he grew tired of the hits and quickly flipped me onto the bed, and pinned me down. I tried to wiggle myself free quickly realizing I was beginning to enter a vulnerable state.

Tyler: Nah nigga. Don't be trying to run now. You could've just laid in bed easily. That's why I rolled over but you wanna play fucking games. Now it's my turn!

Akeylah: No Tyler, let me go. You don't understand.

I said in an odd tone of voice trying to hold back a moan. He raised an eyebrow then when he put two and two together he began to smirk and wiggle them making me roll my eyes

Tyler: This turns you on doesn't it?

Akeylah: (stutters and clears throat) Pfft. N-No.

I was trying to convince him and myself that when in reality I was slowly becoming a lake down under. He simply chuckled as he inched closer to my neck and breathed into it causing me to squirm even more under him

Akeylah: (whines) Tylerrr...

He chuckled into my neck again, letting his lips brush against it before releasing me and getting up from the bed. I quickly sat up and chucked a pillow at him in annoyance. He caught it and chucked it back causing us to have a full-fledged pillow fight at 11:30 at night. We fought until feathers started flying everywhere and I got the last hit before we fell back onto the bed laughing our asses off.

Tyler: (laughs) I didn't know you had a dominance kink. With your freaky ass.

Akeylah: (shrugs) Because it wasn't any of your beeswax to know. You just happened to find out on your own.

Tyler: (gasps dramatically) What!? I thought we were friends! I would've told you mine if you asked.

Akeylah: (laughs) Why would I want to know your kinks, Ty? That's none of my business.

Picking up a few feathers from the bed, I blew them into his face making him sneeze

Tyler: (mumbles and gets up) Asshole.

I quickly sat up and grabbed his arm

Akeylah: Where do you think yo ass going? Help me clean this up Nigga!

Tyler: (smirks) Maybe if you ask nicely.

Akeylah: (rolls eyes) Can you PLEASE help me clean this mess up Ty?

Tyler: That's better.

We began picking up the feathers and I couldn't help but curse myself realizing that those fizzled out feelings towards this man were coming back harder than ever. Tyler crush 2.0. This is going to be difficult for sure.