Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

5. Vibrant

They've been in 6th period for the past 40 minutes. 5 minutes left, fuck Tyler thought to himself. He was so eager for class to end and to walk Kali home. The kiss she had placed on his cheeks kept replaying through his head.

He turned around, Kali was busy actually doing the assignment. He turned back to the front, his leg bouncing up and down eagerly. Then, finally, the bell rang.

"Alright everyone! Don't forget your assignments tomorrow!" The teacher said, standing up.

Everyone packed their stuff, getting up quickly and making it to the door.

"Don't have too much fun nigga," Taco nudged Tyler, Rocky laughing as they walked off.
Tyler stayed by the door, waiting for Kali to come out.

"Hey, you ready?" He smiled, and she did too.

"I'm just ready to go home and knockout." She said, adjusting her backpack; she carried her books on her chest, gripping them as if they were to fly away.

They walked the whole way, laughing about shit that had happened throughout the day.
Just then, Tyler noticed the boy suddenly skateboard past them. He had his earphones in, hands in pockets. The boy didn't pay any mind to them.

"T?" Kali cut him off from his thoughts as he took his eyes off him.

"Yeah? My bad."

"I was just asking if you were going to prom?"

"Oh, uh, I don't care for that shit. You?"

"Yeah, of course. It's our last year! You have to go."

Tyler shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe. It sounds lame as fuck."

She laughed, "I mean, I guess. Think about it though."

"I'll see. This your place?" They stopped in front of a house about five minutes away from Tyler's.

"Yeah. Thanks for walking me." She nudged his arm, and he looked down.

"See you tomorrow." He began to turn around when she grabbed his arm, pulling him so they were face to face. She placed her soft lips on his, pulling away quickly.

"See you tomorrow." She smiled, her cheeks a bright pink.
Tyler watched her go inside, then turned back, biting his lip in contemplation.
He wondered if it was supposed to feel different.

Fuck, are you supposed to feel? fireworks or something? I don't feel shit. Maybe I'm tripping.

He came back from his thoughts as he saw the boy sitting outside a porch, taking pictures of the flowers surrounding him. He didn't notice Tyler.

T was intrigued.

"Hey!" Tyler called to him, the boy shoot up from the ground.

"You live here?" Tyler shouted, walking closer.

The boy nodded, taking some steps back.

"What you taking pictures of?"

"Uh, some flowers. Nature in general."

Tyler was a bit taken a back. This was probably the most he has ever spoken to him.

"Can I see them?" T asked, placing his hands into his pockets.

"They're not that good."

"It's cool. I'm just curious."

The boy walked over tentatively, removing the camera strap from around his neck, passing it over to T.

"Yo, this is really fucking tight. You took these?" Tyler was genuinely impressed, flipping through each picture and examining every detail. The flowers looked prettier and more vibrant through his lens.

"Yeah. It's for class."

"Journalism?"

"Mhmm. I'm doing a project on flowers and their different species—it's whatever." The boy seemed eager to talk about it, but stopped himself when he realized it probably didn't interest Tyler.

"Cool—,"

Just then, shouting from across the street could be heard as T's friends began to pull up.

"Aye nigga what the fuck you doing with this dude?" Rocky rode his bike over, Taco and Jasper trailing behind.

"Nothing. Found out this fucking idiot lives here. Fucking fag," Tyler pushed the camera harshly back into the boy's chest, pushing him back a couple steps.

"Oh hell nah," Jasper laughed, as T climbed on the back steps of Taco's bike.

"Aye that's a nice ass garden. Be a shame if I rode it over with this bike bruh," Rocky began circling around the boy, he clutched onto his camera, looking down.

"Nigga let's just go bruh." Tyler said, briefly making eye contact with the boy.

"I ain't got time for this shit anyway fruity boy!" Rocky and the crew rode off, leaving the boy there.

As they rode off, Tyler turned around to give him one last sympathetic look.