Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

33. B Mine?

Valentine's Day sucked.

Rocky was back with Jorja, Jasper was seeing that girl from english class, and Taco got an anonymous love letter. Man, even Lionel was talking to someone. Everyone but Tyler.

"Man this shit sucks," Tyler kicked rocks as they began to walk out of the gate. At least school was over.

"What? that you're the only single nigga on Valentine's Day?" Rocky smiled.

"Yeah. It's annoying."

"Yo, I'm gonna wait for Rachel, y'all can go home," Jasper snickered.

"Yeah me too," Lionel joined. Then Rocky.

"I need to find out who left me this fucking letter dude. I'll stay too," Taco looked around.

"What does that shit say anyway?" Tyler scoffed.

Taco opened it up again, clearing his throat sarcastically.

"Hey, we see each other around a lot and you're really cute. You won't know who I am. Happy Valentine's Day, from me."

"That sounds fucking sus." Tyler laughed.

"That's what I said. Shit sounds like some stalker," Rocky joined in.

"I know, I've been paranoid all fucking day. It could be anyone," Taco looked around.

"Go find her bro," Jasper nudged him.

"Unless it's a dude," Tyler laughed again.

They said goodbye and left their separate directions.

Tyler walked home, earphones in as he thought about telling Wyatt. He was still at home recovering.

As he reached his house, he saw Wyatt's from a distance. His parents weren't home, but Amanda had to be there. It was Valentine's Day, after all.

...

It was 8pm, and Tyler peeked out his window. Fuck, Amanda was finally leaving Wyatt's. It was perfect timing. Tyler's mom was working overtime, so he was able to go talk to him.

Once Amanda drove off, Tyler put on a hoodie, turned off the T.V. and made his way across the street. He kept his hood on, making sure no one saw. It was ritual.

Tyler knocked on the door, he took a deep breath. He knew this had to be the last time they talked. At least until he broke up with Amanda. Fuck her.

"Hey T! haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?" Wyatt's Dad smiled as he let him in.

"I'm good. Is Wyatt home? I wanted to check up on him."

Wyatt's dad called him T now, it felt funny.

"Yeah, yeah. He's upstairs."

Tyler nodded, making his way up the staircase. he knocked on the door, and Wyatt instantly replied.

"Come in,"

Tyler opened the door, and walked in. Wyatt was on his phone, in bed.
His curls were still wet, he probably showered.

"Hey—," Wyatt smiled, before Tyler cut him off.

Their lips instantly made contact, Tyler was eager.

"Happy Valentine's Day to me, huh?" Wyatt smiled, before going in again.

Tyler continued to caress him before he took off his hoodie. Wyatt bit his lip, watching him as he made himself comfortable on top. His fingers traced Tyler's ab muscles.