Tylie Evans.
"Just please be nice and respectful, and just lovable you. I want my family to love you." I said, trying to get my point across.
It's as if it's going through one ear and going out the other. I really don't want him to slip up either because I really like him.
We were driving to my house, from Tyga's hotel. After last night, we somehow ended up in his suite, but I'm not really going to stress about it.
"Ty, I do have to leave eight. I've got a show in Brixton." He said, pulling up in front of my drive.
"Okay, you going to come back here our go to the hotel?" I asked.
"I'll probably just crash at the hotel. I'll visit tomorrow though." He replied, then kissing my forehead.
We walked through the front door, and the first thing I smelt was roast chicken. I remember when I was little, and my mum would cook every Sunday. It just brings memories back.
I walked into the living room/dining room, with Tyga following close behind. It was around 5:30pm and everyone was just about to eat.
"Oh Tylie, you're home — With your friend. I'll go fix you a plate." My mum said jumping to her feet, heading to the kitchen.
Me and Tyga sat down next to Khloe on the sofa. My mum quickly returned with our plates and we were all ready to eat. We quickly said grace and then dug in.
"So you're Tylie's boyfriend?" My Dad asked, staring Tyga down.
"Yes sir." Tyga replied sounding anxious. My dad didn't reply, he just nodded his head.
"Last night was lit! Tyga, your show was so good. And let's not even start on the party, that was the best party of my life! And your friends are really cool, especially Alexandre." Khloe said to Ty.
"He gave you his real name? He must really like you, because he tells everyone his name is A.E." Tyga said back.
"I guess I'm just special." Khloe joked.
"So where was this party." My Dad asked, just bringing awkward energy.
"It was on a boat, in the river Thames. It was so fun, it finished at like 3 or 4." I coolly said back.
"Is that why all of these lot snuck in at five thirty this morning?" He asked with attitude. I just nodded my head yes.
"And where were you?"
"I was with Tyga, at his hotel." I said, embarrassed.
"So, when I'm up wondering where the hell my children are, you guys are out partying. No text nor call. Then everyone comes home, except from you Tylie. I hope you haven't done anything I would be ashamed of." He sternly replied.
I rolled my eyes, and sat up straight.
"I stayed at the hotel because there was no room in the car. There was two cars that picked us up. One car can seat 9 people, but there was ten of us, so we spaced out between two cars. But after the party Tyga needed to get home too, and in the other car there was no room for me, so I went with him." I said. It wasn't a lie, because there wasn't any room, but it wasn't the exact truth either.
"Guys just shut up. Whatever happened, happened so get over it! Anyway, I'd like to personally thank Tyga for giving Tylie this opportunity. And thanks to your extremely generous pay cheque, Tylis sends money home, and we finally had the expenses to refurbish our home." My mum said.
I almost choked on my food. That was so close.
"I'm pretty sure your house was lovely before you re-decorated. Your welcome anyway." Tyga sweetly replied.
"No! This house was shit! It was literally a bomb house. We never really had enough money for anything, let alone a pretty house." Khloe added.
Tyga uncomfortably shuffled in his seat, and looked at me. I didn't have the bravery to look back, so I looked intently at my food.
The evening was quite fun. Everyone got along, for the most part, but I couldn't enjoy myself because Tyga wouldn't speak to me.
It was time for him to leave, and he said goodbye to everyone. He then came to me, surprisingly, he pulled me into a hug. But what he said to me, in a small whisper, put me on edge.
"We need to talk."
He then headed out of my house and hopped in his ride.
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"Hi." I anxiously said, walking into Tyga's hotel room.
It has only been a day since the dinner, and he was very eager to talk to me. I don't know whether he is mad or sad, but I guess I'm about to find out.
"Take a seat." He sternly said, pointing to a seat on the velvet sofa.
"Before I get really mad, please explain everything to me. And don't lie." He sharply growled, making a lump grow in my throat.
"I'm not sure if I'm ready to tell you." I hesitantly replied.
"Too bad, because you are telling me. Now proceed." He demanded.
It was kind of hot that he was being demanding and possessive but now is not the time to be fantasising about Ty.
"Well, um, I'm poor. My family have always struggled with money, and myself and my sisters and brothers got bullied at school because of it. We were the outcasts. We weren't cool, and we didn't fit it, so the cool kids made sure life for us was horrible. Well I am the youngest, and for a whole year, I was attending the school by myself, because everyone had finished secondary school. Well basically, everyone tormented me and I fell into a mild depression but I still often have panic attacks. When I said life was bad, I mean bad. Sometimes we would go days without food, and all of our clothes were hand me downs. My dream is to supply for my family and my hopefully future children, so that they will never have to live in that situation, again. So when you gave me my paycheque, I sent half of it home, so that they could get their lives on track. You basically saved our lives." I said, lowly.
"You was scared to tell me that?" Tyga asked in an unreadable tone.
I couldn't decipher whether he was mad or hurt.
"I didn't want you to leave me because I'm poor." I whispered, wearing my heart on my sleeve.
"Tylie, I would never leave you because of your financial situation. I used to live in a car. I came from the projects in Compton! That's something to be proud of, you're helping your family! And we all have rough childhoods, some rougher than others, but it's your own story. I'm just hurt that you couldn't feel that you could trust me with that." He said.
"It's just that everyone bullied me about not having money, and you're the richest person I know. I know you're not like other people, but I just didn't want to risk losing you." I said giving him a hug.
"Aww, how sweet. Christmas is soon, so what do you want?" He sweetly said.
"A beats pill." I coolly replied.
I knew exactly what I was giving to Tyga, and he is going to love it.
