✿ WEIRD KIDS ✿ ASAP x Tyler ✿

8. 'journalism'

Tyler's House
8:03am
May 12th

TYLER

My ears rang right through my head. A explosion of noise around me shook my head, before I pressed myself up from the covers, hands shaking as I did so, and rubbing my eyes. My legs were sore, and my arms could barely move, damn, I feel like shit right now. To be for real though, that was fun as fuck last night, or did it even happen..? I opened my phone to check my messages, and I was greeted by the same text I saw last night.

rocky ⭐️: gn

I slightly grinned at the text, somehow having some boost about this nigga. He ain't even all that. As I was pretty much mesmerized by the text on my phone, my daydreaming streak gets broken by a sudden outburst.

"Tyler! Its time for school! Pull yourself together, uh?" Mom would belt out, I groaned quietly.

I pushed my weight outta my bed, my shoulder sagging down as my eyes searched around my room, before I grabbed a T-Shirt, and slid some shorts on. I sank myself into a black Dreamville hoodie, fuck, I need something for my head.. I scattered around my room, before I found a white durag. I never wore those, but I dunno, maybe I look good in em? I don't really care bout it, but sure. Niggas gon' see something new today. I twisted the durag onto my head, before I sprinted down the stairs, into the bathroom. I removed my clothes, and rubbed my stick deodorant, before placing my clothes back ontop of my skin. I went into the kitchen, sprinting before grabbing a pop tart, and glancing back to my Mom just before leaving.

"Love you!" I'd yell out, grabbing my skateboard.

"You too, Tyler, but get to school!" Mom would respond, smiling before I started pedaling my feet across the side of the road on my skateboard.

Today was gonna be a lot. The hot air blew against my face as I skated, like some wake up call for mah' self. The durag rubbed against the side of my face, scratching a itch, flopping 'round my face. My pocket buzzed, trying to interrupt the mood. The fresh smell toggled with the bright sunlight, its breath seeping against the side of my face, cars flying across the  road, busy people everywhere gettin' to busy places. My pocket buzzed, again. I couldn't help but think about last night as the scenery was lively, it was crazy as fuck. Met a ton of new niggas, the Rocky dude is prolly' friends with me now, Isaiah and Raury catching everyone off guard, the mood and shit. Its like a fever dream to be honest. I felt my pocket buzz, fucking again. I got annoyed, but was also pretty damn curious to what the fuck the niggas were sending the GC right now. So, I popped my phone open, outta my pocket, it caused me to drop my poptart, but I won't need that shit, its fineee.

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