Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

22. Powersliding

"Where were you?" Bella shouted into Tyler's ear, the music blaring.

"Uh, outside. It got stuffy in here."

She nodded, and looked around.

They had no chemistry, and they could sense it. The only thing they were good at was fucking, but nothing deeper than that. Tyler instantly regretted coming, watching his friends have more fun than him. He wanted Wyatt.

"I'm gonna go sit," Tyler signaled.

"I'll be over there." Bella left, Tyler taking a seat by the back.

He watched Wyatt dance. He grinned to himself, he's never seen him so open before. Wyatt was shy, quiet, but tonight he seemed different. Tyler, on the other hand, seemed like the quiet and pensive one tonight.

That's when the girl Wyatt was with pulled him in, kissing the lips Tyler had touched previously. T bit his tongue, watching as Wyatt smiled in between their kiss, yet he didn't pull away.
She continued to grab on Wyatt's curls as they swung around the dance floor, her arms around his neck.

"Nigga, you look like you wanna kill yourself," Rocky came over, as he took a break next to him.

"Music's trash." Tyler immediately took his eyes off Wyatt.

"Nah, that's not it. You not feeling it with Bella?"

Tyler shook his head, "She's just like, there's no chemistry—,"

"You didn't say that while y'all was fucking though."

"That's different, dumbass. I don't know. She's cool, but I don't want nothing more."

"I feel it."

A few minutes passed, and Tyler decided to leave. Bella never came back, probably started fucking someone else in the bathroom again.

Tyler sighed, getting up as he made his way through the exit.

"I don't think i've ever met anyone like you,"

Tyler turned to the voice, the same girl looked up at Wyatt.
They both looked at Tyler.

"Oh, um, Amanda this is Tyler. He's in my art."

She smiled lightly at T, "Nice to meet you. Wyatt talks about you—,"

"No I don't." Wyatt cut her off, smirking.

Tyler laughed, "What does he say?"

"That you're really creative!"

Tyler looked over at Wyatt; he blushed.

"Oh really?" He got closer to Wyatt, "You talk about me like that?"

Wyatt's eyes landed on T's lips. They were still pink. Wyatt's smile faded quickly.

"I'll see you guys later." Tyler realized they were almost caught up in the moment.

"Yeah, nice seeing you." Amanda smiled.

Tyler turned around, but quickly left a crumpled note with his number inside of Wyatt's back jean pocket. He had written it yesterday in class, but never got the chance to give it to him.
Wyatt turned as soon as he felt T's hand inside his pocket, but Tyler was already steps away.

...

After his hot shower, Tyler checked his phone constantly. He kept waiting to see if Wyatt would text him.

T where the fuck are you? Y'all need a ride?
-Rocky, 10:30 pm

Nah i'm leaving with my date ;)
-Taco, 10:32 pm

I left early. got bored
-Tyler, 10:33 pm

Only texts from his friends.

He sighed, getting into bed, almost calling it night before his phone buzzed.

amanda said you were cool.
-unknown number, 11:01 pm

Tyler's face lit up, instantly his mood lightened up. He replied.

fuck amanda. bet she doesn't kiss like me.
-Tyler, 11:02 pm

Tyler waited. Then, a buzz.

she doesn't taste like you. and her lips aren't as pretty. you win.
-Wyatt, 11:05 pm

Tyler looked at the time, it was almost midnight. Sleep could wait.