mad hatter | asaptyler

4.

"Tyler, can you hear me...?"

"Tyler, Tyler! Are you okay?"

TYLER COULD JUST barely make out the faces behind the muffled voices that he was hearing.

He'd been carried to the couch carefully, a small makeshift ice pack pressed down on his forehead, Rakim was staring at him with a look of concern, maybe even regret.

"Fuck. My head hurts,"

Tyler mumbled, Yara smiling down at him as she instinctively reached to touch his hand, glad that he was okay.

"Gosh, you're fine. We were all freaked the fuck out."

Crystal explained, Wyatt was sitting on the arm of the couch - seeming more relaxed now that he knew Tyler was alright.

"What happened? Are you feeling sick?"

Rakim asked, springing into Parent Mode. This nigga sounds like my damn Mama.

"Nah, just...a little tired..."

Tyler responded, softly thanking Rakim for giving him a glass of water,  his neighbour asking his friends who would take him back to his place.

"Tyler, your car's still out front."

"I'll drive."

Rakim offered, Yara became flushed remembering him catching her and Tyler having sex on the Balcony, but he seemed to have gotten over it so she could do the same.

"Text me when you get there, okay?"

"I will!"

Jasper told Yara, Tyler wrapped an around Rakim's neck to help him walk steady. His back was still aching from the impact of hitting the hard wooden floor.

"Bye, Tyler!"

"Take it easy, man."

***

Nearly 4 hours had gone by since Rakim dropped him and Yara off at his House, Tyler immediately crawled into his sheets to rest with the fan blasting cool air.

"Can I stick around 'til T wakes up?"

"T?"

"Uh, Tyler."

Rakim corrected himself, embarrassed that he'd said his new nickname for Tyler to someone else that wasn't him."

"Well, okay. Would you like anything to drink? A snack?"

"You got Sprite?"

Rakim asked, Yara nodded. He gave her a thumbs-up before she quickly disappeared to the buzzing fridge, coming back to give him a glass of Sprite with some ice cubes stashed inside.

"Do you and Tyler live together or....?"

"N-no. He's my...my babysitter actually,"

Rakim gave her a look, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Yara nervously chewed on her plump bottom lip, hoping he'd drop the subject.

"You fuck your babysitter?"

"...Anyways, I'm gonna go check on Tyler!"

Tyler woke up from his sleep with a long yawn, strange noises coming from his mouth as he stretched his neck and arms.

Suddenly feeling freezing cold, he threw on a thick fuzzy yellow sweater and a pair of bunny slippers that Frank had gifted him on his birthday back in 2015.

"Yara, can you turn on the heater? Hurry the fuck up while you're at it, dammit!"

Tyler complained as he trudged down  the stairs, his eyes widening for a split second when he came face to face with his new obsession.

"Rocky? Hi, I didn't know you were-"

"I asked Yara to stay until you were up. I was really worried about you at the party, T."

"I mean it's not like I died or anything so...."

"It doesn't matter. You're a friend now, I care about all of my friends. You're my only friend in this city anyway."

Rakim chuckled, a toothy grin crept onto Tyler's face as Rakim started to laugh fully because of his facial expression.

"Friends already? Wow!"

Tyler replied sarcastically, Rakim pulling on his chain to get him to be quiet.

"Don't flatter yourself just yet."

"What a dick,"

"A big one."

Rakim smirked, Tyler looked away to keep himself from doing or saying anything embarrassing as he became nervous.

"Wanna watch Euphoria?"

"Bet."

"Dibs on me being Jules!"

"Who am I then?"

"Rue."

"Jules and Rue..."

"Jules and Rue."