Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

1. New Beginnings

"What is this?"

"What's what?"

"This?" Emily raised her phone to his face.

Wyatt inspected the screenshot of his instagram likes—a few male models he followed.

"What about it?" Wyatt shrugged.

"Why are you liking pictures of guys?"

Wyatt let out a laugh.

"You've been distant all fucking month. I'm serious. Wyatt are you..." she alluded.

Wyatt stood up from their shared couch.

"You think I'm gay?" his voice was strained.

She stood up.

"You don't look at me like you used to. We haven't even fucked since last month. Every time I try you push me away...do I bore you?" Emily's voice softened towards the end.

Wyatt breathed heavy.

"It's just...A lot on my plate, you know, transferring to my dream school, my moms divorce, shit is a lot right now." He paced.

"It's not that."

"What?"

"It's not the same anymore." Emily looked at him.

"Then maybe we're just not right for each other anymore." Wyatt finished.

"I knew it." She threw her phone on the couch angrily.

"You want me to lie to you?!"

"Fine. You know what? Leave."

"Emily, look," Wyatt realized his harsh words.
He tried backtracking but it was too late.

"No! You're sick of me right? Get out. All we do is fight. It's over."

Wyatt licked his lips, nodding. He knew it was done.

End of Flashback.

Wyatt rolled in bed over and over, trying to decipher what he felt. It had been a week since he had broken up with his long time college girlfriend, Emily. He had had feelings for men before, but he never chased them—he's always been with girls. Something lacked when he was in relationships with women, but he didn't question it.

It was 6 am.

Wyatt sat on the edge of the bed. He had moved to his best friends' Steve Lacy's place for awhile as he attended his dream film school. He thought about how lucky the timing of the breakup was. His dream school had accepted him as a transfer college student the day he broke up with Emily. Maybe it was meant to be.

Wyatt moved through the hallway to the kitchen, starting the coffee machine as he yawned.

He looked through his email; the same messages about welcoming new students to the Fall semester, and so on. He began to feel the first day nerves; unsure if he was a good enough fit for the exclusive film school.

...

"You up already?" Steve walked into Wyatt's room, rubbing his eyes.

"Been up."

"You ready?" Steve leaned on the doorframe.

Wyatt adjusted his shirt into his jeans as he watched Steve through the elongated mirror in front of him. He nodded.

"How you been feeling? With the breakup shit?" Steve asked.

"...It sucks," Wyatt moved past Steve, grabbing his bag, "It's whatever now."

Steve nodded. He noticed he'd been a lot quieter these past few days. And he was right; Wyatt had been reliving the breakup flashback for a while.

"I'll see you after class. Fuck, do I look okay?" He turned around before heading out.

Steve laughed.