Tyler laughed as he got inside Rocky's car, everyone else following inside. Taco, Jasper, and Lionel in the back seat. Rocky and T stayed in the front.
"Nigga this shit is not safe at all!" Tyler put on his seatbelt.
"Relax! Just 'cus I don't have a fucking license yet don't mean I don't know how to drive."
"Fuck we should've just skated there. We're gonna die." Lionel sighed, looking out the window as he began to pull out of the driveway.
It was 7pm, and they were making their way to Jorja's house party. They blasted music on the way there, almost missing a couple of cars on the way there. Rocky sped through yellow lights, honking at anyone going the speed limit.
Once they got there, they eyed the huge house. The music was blasting, it was crowded as fuck. Something they've never seen.
"Nigga. Shit looks like project x. Fuck!" Tyler laughed, excited at the thought.
Rocky parked across the street, and they all got out, fixing themselves up.
"Jorja boutta be all up on me. Watch." Rocky said, spraying cologne on his shirt before passing it over to Taco.
They laughed, but secretly felt some kind of nerves creeping up.
"Tyler!" Kali yelled from the doorway, as she saw them come in.
"Hey! I didn't know it was gonna be this crazy!" Tyler yelled above the music.
"Told you!" She hugged him, instantly they all went towards different areas.
Tyler stayed with Kali, Rocky looked for Jorja, Lionel, Taco, and Jasper went straight for the drinks.
"Isn't it insane? Jorja's parents would kill her if they found out," Kali said, handing a drink to T.
Tyler smelled it, instantly making a disgusted face.
"What's wrong?!"
"This shit stank. Alcohol? Y'all don't got juice?"
"You don't drink?" A surprised look came up on Kali's face.
"Nah, It's whatever, I'll go get something else to drink." He pecked her on the lips before leaving her to go find the guys.
Tyler walked through the crowded and darkly dimmed house, passing by everyone and squeezing through. He greeted some people he recognized, and kept making his way to the other side.
Jasper waved at him, and Tyler walked over.
"This music trash dude," T sighed, looking around.
"Nigga fuck the music! They got koolaid and vodka in here!"
"And bitches!" Taco laughed, obviously tipsy.
"Where the fuck is Rocky?" Tyler asked.
"I don't know," They looked around, but to no avail.
...
After a solid forty minutes of making fun of people and laughing at Jasper getting rejected by every girl, Rocky finally came over to them.
"Damn nigga! Where you been?!" Tyler laughed.
"Man, Jorja and me was hanging out in her room, just chillin. Fuck she's so fine nigga," Rocky threw himself onto the couch, taking a huge sip of his drink.
A couple minutes passed, and soon, something caught Tyler's eye.
Wyatt walked into the front door, looking around with a tight grip on his camera. He looked uncertain.
Then, Jorja and Kali greeted him, pointing to different spots around the house.
"Yo! Fruity Boy?!" Rocky noticed.
"Who the fuck invited this nigga?" Taco asked, pointing at him.
"He's the photographer!" Kali rolled her eyes, coming over to Tyler as she sat on his lap.
"Come take a picture of us!" Kali waved at the curly haired boy, and he walked over.
Tyler bit his lip.
Kali placed her lips on Tyler's, and he gripped on her thigh.
"1, 2, 3!" He called, as the flash struck them.
"Come over here and take one of us," Rocky called, and he did. Jorja smiled next to Rocky as Wyatt took the picture.
He began walking around, taking candid pictures of people around the party. Tyler watched him intently, intrigued at how good he was able to take pictures.
...
Two hours passed.
They were all drunk, except Tyler. He was completely aware of his surroundings. Kali slurred her words as she touched on T. Taco and Jasper were passed out the couch, and Rocky and Jorja were nowhere to be found.
"Yo, you need to lay down."
"I'm so tired," Kali's eyes drooped, and Tyler walked her over to the empty couch across from him.
He helped her lay down, and she immediately fell into sleep.
Tyler sighed, annoyed at the loud music blaring and the drunkenness of it all.
"Fuck," He looked around, feeling claustrophobic.
His breath began to hitch, and he immediately felt the asthma attack coming through. He ran past everyone, digging through his pockets as he made his way to where the outside pool was. He breathed in the inhaler, immediately feeling the effects.
"You okay?"
Tyler turned around, Wyatt sitting next to the huge pool.
"Yeah. Hate when that shit happens." Tyler cursed, putting his inhaler back into his pocket.
"That sucks." Wyatt said, continuing to go through the photographs he took.
"Yo, can I see them?" Tyler asked, sitting next to him.
Wyatt nodded, and Tyler took the camera, laughing at the candids he had taken.
Then, he came across the picture of him and Kali.
"Damn, I don't even look that happy here," Tyler looked closer at the picture.
"Wanna retake it?" Wyatt asked.
"What do you mean?"
Wyatt took the camera from T's hands, standing up and getting a few feet away from him. He squatted, and aimed his camera at Tyler.
"What's the stupidest thing you saw tonight?" Wyatt asked.
"Jasper trying to impress this girl and then spilled juice on her on accident," Tyler laughed, and Wyatt took a snapshot.
"Wow, you could've warned me!"
"No, it wouldn't of have turned out the same." Wyatt showed T the picture, he looked so happy in that moment.
"How the fuck are you so good at this shit?"
"What?"
"Taking pictures at the right time. I wish I was good at something." Tyler sighed.
"You are. You just don't know what it is yet."
Tyler looked at Wyatt intently, but he was too busy going through the pictures.
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Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Tyler meets the new boy in his art class, Wyatt, who is also in the school's journalism club. They hit it off, but Tyler can't understand why. Keeping it lowkey so their secrets don't become exposed to the entire school, he tries to figu...
