"Hey, y'all made it!" Frank shouted over the music as he let Wyatt and Steve in.
It was Frank's apartment studio, a bunch of art on the walls as people looked around. The lighting was dimmed as the music blasted. There was people drinking and smoking; it reeked of marijuana.
"Damn nigga, I didn't know this studio could hold this many people," Steve shouted.
They laughed, Frank telling them where Crystal and the rest of them were.
Wyatt and Steve made their way to the back to grab some drinks. Before they made it to the end, Alexa caught Wyatt's eye in the corner. She was talking to some guy he'd never seen before. She looked really interested, her back on the wall as the buff guy sweet talked into her ear.
"Wyatt!"
He snapped out of it as Steve handed him a red solo cup.
"Nah, I'm not drinking tonight."
"Nigga. You're at a party for a reason."
Wyatt sighed, taking it as he followed Steve to were Crystal and Syd were.
"Where's your girl?" Steve asked Syd.
"They broke up!" Crystal shouted. She was already tipsy.
"What the fuck?"
"What happened?" Wyatt asked.
"We're on a break," Syd corrected. "We just need a break." Her eyes followed a group of girls that walked by in front of them as she took a sip.
They talked for a little bit before Frank walked over with a glass pipe.
"Y'all wanna smoke?"
Steve took it from his hands first, Frank helping light the nub with the lighter.
Steve pulled away, coughing a little before passing it to Wyatt.
"Fuck it's strong," Steve laughed.
Wyatt took a hit, coughing on cue.
Crystal began to take it, before Wyatt slapped her hand away jokingly.
"I'm not done," He laughed.
"You don't even smoke like that!" Crystal rolled her eyes.
He took a hit again, this time a longer drag. He blew the smoke out slowly as he passed it over to Crystal.
They talked for a little as they passed it around and he began to feel the effects of it.
His phone vibrated.
Flight leaves Friday night at 8pm so we get there Saturday at 8am. Event at 2pm. Leaving Sunday at 3pm.
-Tyler
Wyatt bit his lip as he read the text. It made his heart beat faster just thinking about it.
Fuck. I'm excited.
He hit send, knowing he'd never been out of the country.
Wyatt began to feel a little light headed, same reason why he didn't like to smoke.
"Fuck, I need fresh air," He got up from the couch.
"Don't be gone too long!" Crystal shouted.
He laughed at how drunk she was as he made his way through the crowd to the door.
He sat on the stairs outside and took out his phone.
You've never been out of LA?
-Tyler
He smiled.
Never.
-Wyatt
Glad I'll be experiencing it with you then.
-Tyler
Wyatt chewed on his lip as he crafted a text back.
So do we get to share the hotel bed or?
-Wyatt
He watched as the blue text bubble lit up, signaling Tyler typing.
You'll find out. I don't wanna ruin anything
-Tyler
"Who is that?"
Wyatt hid his phone into his lap as Alexa got close.
"Fuck, no one."
"That's the most I've seen you smile at your phone." Alexa giggled. "You don't wanna tell?"
"And? Where's the guy you've been talking to all night?" He changed the subject.
"Nate? He's drunk," She sighed, taking a seat next to Wyatt on the stair.
"Mystery man has a name."
"He was cute before he started slurring his words," she looked over at Wyatt. "Oh my god. Are you high?" She laughed.
"Are my eyes that fucking red?"
"Yes, the fuck," she smiled.
He wiped his eyes, his phone lightning up.
I'll see you soon then, goodnight
-Tyler
Alexa eyed it before Wyatt could notice.
"Tyler? As in our Tyler?!"
Wyatt grabbed his phone from her sight.
"I was just asking for the assignment."
He tried to play it off. His heart was beating miles a minute.
"Since when does he give his students his number?"
"Since I asked for it...for class purposes."
"Or you're using him to advance your career."
Wyatt looked at her with a confused expression.
"You're such a teacher's pet."
Wyatt sighed with relief. He thought she was alluding to something else.
"Have you always been this weird?" She laughed.
"I'm not even weird."
"Yeah you are. I've never met any other guy that's like you."
"Maybe because you're so used to douchebags?" he grinned, looking over at her.
"Honestly. Guys usually end up fucking me and never want anything else. Or they cheat. Assholes." She looked at him momentarily, her voice softening. "You wouldn't do that."
He looked at her. She eyed his lips.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go look for Nate," she got up, making her way back inside.
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Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt
Fanfic[COMPLETED] After going through a rough breakup, Wyatt Navarro starts school at Los Angeles Film School, hoping to make something of himself as a cinematographer. Unbeknownst to him a very successful, well known, and famous director has been invited...
