His Soft Side (Tyler, The Creator)

/Test/

Tyla

I woke up feeling sick as fuck. I move Tyler's arm from my waist and get out bed, only to feel ten times worse.

I went to the bathroom to get some water. I cleaned my face with some water and tried to make  myself feel a little better.

I sent Earl a text asking if he could come pick me up. I didn't Tyler to have to deal with me all sick, and Earl had seen me sick dozens of times.

Plus he was so great yesterday. I don't wanna get him sick that would suck..

Earl sent me a text when he was out front, I threw on one of Tyler's hoodies and left.

"Hey Thebs" I say, getting in the car.

"Man you look ill" He says.

"Yeah not bad, yourself?" I say sarcastically.

"Aight sorry. I think you should see a doctor tho Ty" He tells me straight up.

I argue for a bit, then reluctantly agree, slumping down in my seat.

The car trip is making it worse. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I hadn't eaten today and I'm damn sure that's the only thing stopping me.

We arrive at the doctors and Earl opens my door for me and just about has to pull me out of the car.

The second I stand up I throw up all over the ground in the parking lot. Gross. Earl steps back all panicky and holds my hair.

"Fuck Ty, you aight?" He says sympathetically. I nod. "I'm fine let's just get this over with"

"Ima get you some water, that's nasty as fuck. You go wait in the waiting room" He says, walking towards the water cooler near the sliding doors.

I sit down and wait. I start to feel a little better after I have some water. Earl sits beside me, readjusts his cap and pulls his sweatshirt hood over the top.

Earl's replying to Tyler's text on his phone. He told him I didn't feel great and he took me to see someone. He must've woken up not long after we left..

Earl keeps clearing his throat. I glare at him questionably. "I hate doctors" He mumbles.

Finally it's time for my appointment and I'm ready to get this shit done with. Earl waits in the waiting room, texting.

I'm led into a small room that reeks of disinfectant and everything is a blur to me from there.

I had completely zoned out until I heard "you may be pregnant" escape the doctors lips.

"No way" I quickly retort, my heart beginning to thump noticeably faster.

The doctor hands me a test. His eyes are kind and sorry from behind his thick glasses but his voice is firm and steady.

"Take this, then you'll know for yourself" He tells me, whilst messily writing me a note for anti nausea pills.

I shake my head. "I don't need to, I already know that.." I start, but the Doctor cuts me off mid-sentence.

"There's a good chance this is the beginning of a pregnancy and the logical option here is to know for sure, so take the test. It's okay." He says.

I begin to sweat a little. I'm not sure it's just because I feel ill or because I'm nervous as fuck but I get a hot flush.

I leave the room and find the bathroom to take the test.

Then I sit in silence with my eyes closed, hoping to god it was negative. I take a deep breath, then open my eyes again.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

Positive.

Maybe, it's wrong? Maybe I could take another and...

Oh god.

I drop the test in the bin on my way out. I don't wanna think about it right now. I meet Earl back in the waiting room. He looks chilled, probably on some shit.

"Everything aight?" He says when we make it to his car.

I shake my head. His face contorts worriedly.

"I'm pregnant" I say quietly. Shit, if I was going to tell anyone it'd be him. I trust Earl, and he's not the type to go telling people. He knows that I'll tell who I need to when I'm ready.

"Fuck...Tyler?" He questions.

"Thebe!"

"I'm just asking..is it Tyler's?"

I clear my throat.

"It couldn't be anyone else's.."

Earl looks concerned. "It could be that nigga Rockys, T!" He whisper-shouts.

"We didn't fuck! He only kissed me for a second" I yell angrily.

"Tyla" He says firmly.

"I don't think you remember everything from that night so clearly..." He says.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I shout, getting defensive, scared shitless.

"How much did you drink?" He asks.

I shrug. "I don't know.. some shots.. a few drinks, I don't remember, what's it matter?!" I spit.

"Ty, you were gone most the night, zoned out!" He shouts back at me.

"But I remember what happened! I remember.." Earl stops me.

"What happened at around 11pm then?" He questions harshly.

"I...I was..Fuck I don't know exactly! But I know me and Rocky didn't fuck!"

"Yes you did Tyla."

"How the fuck would you know?" I yell.

"Because I fucking walked in on him taking off your shirt" He says, avoiding eye contact with me.

"That doesn't mean shit! And why didn't you tell me!" I say.

"I didn't want you to feel guilty, and I didn't tell Tyler either, so you're welcome" He spits back.

"Still doesn't mean shit!" I say, desperately trying to remember this portion of the night that had clearly escaped my memory entirely.

I knew I had too much to drink but surely not enough for... oh fuck this.

"Heard it as I was walking away" He says.

"Why didn't you stop it then?!" I ask.

"I don't wanna walk in there and tell you guys what the fuck to do. Walking in on the first part was enough, don't get mad at me!" He replies.

"Fuck!"

"I'm sorry."

Well, I'm fucked.