Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

38. Rocks

The same graduation night Tyler had spent biking all around the city. If it wasn't for his phone beginning to die, which carried the music he was listening to the whole bike ride, he would've continued biking all night.

He checked his phone, for the time.

8:55 pm.

It was already starting to get really dark; but he was still glad he was able to see the sunset.

As he reached his neighborhood, he was able to see some of Wyatt's family begin to leave. Tyler got off his bike and began walking slower towards his own house, hoping Wyatt would catch a glimpse of him.

Tyler watched Wyatt and his parents wave at what seemed to be five other people get in a car and leave.

His parents began walking inside, but Wyatt stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw him.

Tyler looked down, quickly taking his eyes off him.

When he looked up again, Wyatt was already crossing the street to get towards him.

"Hey," Wyatt put his hands in his pocket, slowly coming to a stop.

"Who were they?" T asked.

"Grandma, Grampa, and three of my younger cousins. I didn't see you after the graduation ceremony?" Wyatt replied.

"My mom was working, I don't care though it's not a big deal to me."

"Oh," Wyatt looked down at his shoes.

The awkward tension was hard to resist since they hadn't talked for so long.

Wyatt sighed, taking a seat on the curb. Tyler joined after setting his bike on the grass.

"So we're done with high school." Wyatt began.

"It's crazy how fast it flew by."

"So summer's around the corner..." Wyatt insinuated, a small smile creeping from behind his words.

Tyler knew what he was alluding to.

Without hesitation, he pulled on Wyatt's shirt, harshly placing his lips on his as time stopped for a brief moment.

They felt like it was making up for lost time.

"We got all summer," Tyler pulled away.

Wyatt looked down, his smile faded.

"About that," he replied.

"What?"

"College. I still have to figure out where i'm gonna go."

"So? That's not till after summer right?"

"I mean, It depends. If I end up choosing Columbia..."

"You'd have to move this summer to New York." Tyler took the words right out of his mouth.

"But it's not for sure yet. I still have UCLA. I don't know, I'm still thinking about it."

Tyler picked up a rock, throwing it across the street. He could feel the frustration begin to engulf him.

"What about you?" Wyatt asked.

"College? That shit is a waste of time. I'm not gonna go. I already made up my mind," there was exasperation in his voice.

"You can't just do nothing."

"I know. I have ideas, I'm not stupid. I wanna start a clothing line and eventually open a store front somewhere. And not any of that corny shit. Like real, cool clothes that I'd wear. I wanna start a carnival too. I wanna do so much shit. College is just a waste of time. Imma figure it out though."

Wyatt sighed. He loved that Tyler had all of these ideas, but he couldn't help to think that maybe he wouldn't be able to reach them.
They seemed so far-fetched. He supported them nonetheless.

"I'd wear your clothes," Wyatt smiled, cutting the tension.

"I know you would."

There was silence before T spoke again.

"I just don't want you to leave."

Tyler's voice cracked. It wasn't intentional; it just happened.

"We don't know that yet."

"But there's a possibility."

"We have the summer for now. I'm all yours for the time being," Wyatt placed a hand on his thigh, and Tyler's leg tensed up.

This time, Wyatt took the lead, pulling on Tyler's hoodie to get a better hold of him before kissing him. He could feel his cheeks redden as he felt Tyler's warm company.

A few moments later he pushed Wyatt off, immediately realizing the headlights that were coming their way around the corner.

"Fuck," Tyler cursed as he got up.

Another ruined moment.

"Is that your mom?"

"Yeah." He picked up his bike.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I wish I could kiss you right now."

Wyatt laughed, realizing he'd skipped over his question.

"I want to, too."

"Goodnight."

"Night."