Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

18. Euro

Tyler ran outside, but Wyatt's bike was already gone. It was dark out. He looked at his phone.

8:25 pm.

He had missed calls from his friends, but he ignored them, once again.

He picked up his bike, and began riding it to Wyatt's house. Unsure of what to think, he held on to the paper as he rode.
Once he got to Wyatt's house, he knocked on the door.
The old lady answered once again.

"Is Wyatt home?"

"Yes, in his room—,"

"Can I go see him? He forgot his homework." Tyler held up the piece of paper in front of him, and she nodded.

Tyler ran upstairs, and knocked on Wyatt's door.

Wyatt opened the door harshly.

"What now?"

"What the fuck is this?" Tyler held up the paper once again. Wyatt inspected it, taking it in his hands.

"You weren't supposed to know."

"What the fuck does this shit mean? likes me? Fuck is that?" Tyler walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Get out of my room."

"No. What else did you write about me?" Tyler started digging through the binder that was on the bed. Wyatt pushed Tyler, throwing him off balance as Tyler pushed him back.

"Give me that shit." Tyler growled.

"Fine. You want to know so fucking bad? Here." Wyatt threw the binder at Tyler, and he caught it.

Tyler opened it, a series of papers with messy handwriting written all over them. Wyatt sat on the edge of the bed, looking down.
Tyler began to read.

October 29, 2018
The party sucked, met Tyler again. Took a picture of him, seems genuine. Friends are mean. Kali is nice to me when she wants to be. Tyler seems nice.

November 12, 2018
Tyler's relationship with Kali is messy..People are beginning to notice. He's distant, maybe wants to break up.

Nov. 18, 2018
We rode bikes together after school, talked about wanting to runaway. Every high schooler feels this way...

Nov. 20, 2018
Tyler talked about his music taste. He likes mine too.

"It's for my journalism project. I'm supposed to follow someone I find interesting and journal it. It's nothing personal–," Wyatt interrupted.

"You think i'm interesting?" Tyler looked up, holding the paper up.

Wyatt's cheeks turned red.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Tyler skimmed through the rest of the pages.

"Be–Because I thought that if you found out you'd think it was like, weird. I don't know."

"It's weird as fuck. But it's whatever," Tyler closed the binder, giving it back to Wyatt.

"So can I do you for my project?"

"Do me?" Tyler sat next to him, grinning.

"I-I mean, can I write about you for my project?" Wyatt got nervous.

That's when it began to happen. Tyler eyed Wyatt's pink lips, and began to get closer. Wyatt hesitated, his lips parting as he also inched in.

"Dinners ready!" The door flung open, a man in jeans and dress shirt appeared.

Tyler and Wyatt jumped, both standing up immediately–before anything could've happened.

"Oh! I didn't realize you had a friend over!"

"Uh, yeah, Dad, this is Tyler. We have a project together–,"

Wyatt's Dad took out his hand as T shook it, still shaken.

"Yo, nice to meet you sir."

"You should stay for dinner–,"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Wyatt said.

"Yeah, no, I gotta get home. But thanks anyway." Tyler turned to look at Wyatt, both expressionless as T left.

Tyler grabbed his bike, quickly making his way out before anyone saw him leaving Wyatt's house. It was the last thing he wanted.

As he got home, he noticed Taco and Rocky walking over from across the street.

"Yo, nigga! Where fuck you been all day?!" Taco yelled as Rocky and him ran over to T.

"Uh, went for a ride."

"You wanna go skate? Jasper and then—,"

"Nah, I'm tired as fuck. Imma see y'all tomorrow though."

"You sure bruh?" Rocky asked again.

"Yeah. Night."

Tyler walked inside his house, making sure he didn't make noise. His mom was asleep, and he was ready for a shower.

what the fuck is wrong with you, nigga?

Tyler's thoughts began to consume him. He replayed those last moments as the hot water hit his back.
Wyatt's pink lips, his curly hair, he caught himself thinking about Wyatt's distinct features over and over again.

why the fuck is he so stuck in my head? fuck!

For the first time, he knew something was happening, and he wasn't able to control it.