Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

35. Bulletproof

"Nigga!"

Tyler walked faster.

"Bruh! T!"

He felt Rocky's hand push his arm from behind him.

"Don't touch me," Tyler spat as he turned around to face him.

T was trying to ignore him on his way home.

"Look, i'm sorry. It was all jokes."

"Whatever."

Tyler began to walk away, shaking his head.

"Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? You been acting off lately. What you hiding?" Rocky jogged up next to him, they began walking together.

"Just been in my head a lot. It's whatever."
Tyler barely acknowledged him.

"So we good though, right?" Rocky stopped walking.

Tyler turned around, giving him a small nod of approval. Rocky smiled lightly, adjusting his bag as he walked back around.

Tyler rolled his eyes, he could care less about their friendship at this point. Everyone seemed to be drifting away from each other, everyone dealing with their own shit.

He looked up and saw Wyatt sitting under a tree behind the library. T always passed the library when he walked home, it was the fastest route. He debated whether or not to talk to Wyatt.

Rarely getting nervous, he could feel his hands begin to sweat as he made his way towards him. It was quiet, no one hung out around here. Tyler stepped on a branch, in which quickly caught Wyatt's attention.

"Hey," Tyler half whispered, the croak in his voice made Wyatt smile.

"Did you follow me here?" Wyatt chuckled, adjusting himself up.

"No, stupid. What're you reading?" Tyler took the book from his hands.

"Poetry."

Tyler rolled his eyes lightly as he threw the book beside him.
Wyatt reading poetry, how much more perfect could he be?

Tyler played with sticks on the grass.

"So, you wanna talk about it?" Wyatt asked, noticing his silence.

"About what?"

"About what happened in the cafeteria today."

Tyler sighed, he knew this would come up. It made him uncomfortable talking about it.

"It was fucking stupid. I don't know why I got so mad about it."

"You're not comfortable with being gay," Wyatt's soft tone contrasted with Tyler's rough voice.

The tension was high. Tyler stabbed the dirt with a small branch.

"I just never thought of myself like that," Tyler licked his lips. "Like, I've always been with girls but when I met you, it was like a whole different feeling. I've never felt like this with a girl. Fuck, it's hard to explain—,"

"You don't have to explain it."

"You're okay with being called gay?" Tyler redacted, watching Wyatt play with his curls as he looked up at the tree branches. He was still laying down as his head lay on his backpack.

"I've been called a fag my whole life. I'm used to it," Wyatt laughed. Tyler let out a chuckle as well.

"You are what you are and you like what you like. Just keep it at that," Wyatt smiled.

Wyatt lifted himself up, placing hand on T's leg. Tyler watched it begin to slowly run up higher. Soon, Wyatt caressed his thigh.

Tyler bit his lip as Wyatt licked his own, reaching in to kiss him. Before they could touch, Tyler got up, shaking his head.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Not here," Tyler looked around, they were still visible.

Wyatt sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. He was way more comfortable than Tyler was. It upset him, realizing Tyler would probably never be comfortable in his own skin.

"Tyler, I don't wanna waste my time." He began to get up.

"What do you mean?"

"What happens after summer? When we graduate? Are you still gonna be uncomfortable being with me in public? T, I'm not going to hide who I am for the rest of my life just because you want to be gay in secret."
Wyatt adjusted his backpack.

"You don't fucking understand. I can't be gay around here Wyatt. I want to be with you. I just can't right now. Not in public,"

"Whatever. Just know I'm not your toy for whenever you need me. Figure it out yourself."

Wyatt walked off.