Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

25. Room Service

Tyler was slumped on the bed switching through channels as Wyatt scrolled on his phone.

They'd eaten almost everything that was brought to them, leaving them in a food coma.

"What's the conference thing about anyway?"

"They're basically just gonna show clips of my movies and I'll talk about them after, like an interview."

"I thought you hated interviews."

"I haven't done one for Igor so I kinda have to."

Wyatt sighed.

"How long is it gonna be?"

"I told them I'm doing two hours max. These usually last like four hours—fuck that," Tyler scrunched his face.

"I could probably sit through four hours of that." Wyatt looked down at his phone.

"Why the fuck would you want that?" Tyler laughed.

Wyatt looked over at him momentarily, a smirk lightly forming in his face.

"I worship you."

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows, grinning. He couldn't tell if he was joking.

"...I mean it. I study you, the way you work, direct, fuck, everything you do is golden to me."

Tyler chuckled, looking down at his phone.

"I genuinely mean it. Since the day you walked into class, I couldn't keep it in. I was freaking out. You know how crazy it is watching your films so many fucking times and studying every shot," Wyatt slowed down, realizing he was going a mile a minute. "You're God to me."

Tyler's face softened, realizing the impact he'd had in him. Normally he would brush it off; he was used to fans coming up to him and telling him the same things, but this time he couldn't, it was different. It stayed with him.

"That's why I'm teaching you."

Wyatt fell back into the bed, "That's why I try to soak up everything you tell me."

Tyler watched him, Wyatt looking across at the porch window. T looked at the ring he had given Wyatt.

"You haven't taken that off?"

Wyatt shook his head no.

Tyler got up from the bed, reaching into his suitcase as he took out his video filming camera. He pointed it at Wyatt as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"What're you doing?"

"You look good there."

"What do I do?" Wyatt laughed, feeling awkward as Tyler zoomed in on him.

"Where do you see yourself in ten years?" Tyler asked, looking through the lens.

"Um, hopefully graduated. I don't know?"

"You religious? you believe in God?"

Wyatt was taken aback. He laughed, looking away as he thought about it.

"I grew up catholic, but I don't know..."

"Would you fuck me?"

Wyatt looked directly into the camera, his eyes wide as he got flustered.

Tyler pressed again, zooming into Wyatt's features.

"Would you?"

He zoomed into Wyatt's face, his lips, and then his eyes. He was trying to capture his exact reaction in a moment.