Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

30. Waves

It was Saturday.

Wyatt hadn't seen or talked to Alexa since the other night. She took herself out of any group chat that involved Wyatt, unfollowing, blocking, and whatever else was possible to stay as far away from him as she could.

He was glad, in a way, that she was gone. The other half of him felt genuinely bad about the whole situation.

What else was he supposed to say? The truth wasn't an option.

His phone vibrated.

It's hot as fuck, wear something airy. i'm around the corner.
-Tyler 1:03 pm

Wyatt smiled, setting the phone down as he put on some jean shorts, a regular t-shirt, and of course his beat up Converse.

He ran out, glad that Steve was at work.

"Where are we going?"

Tyler smirked at him, he had a whole day planned out.

...

"This view is so fucking sick," Wyatt looked over the restaurant's open view to the beach. They were sat at a table for two, Tyler requesting only the best.

"I used to come here a lot with Imaan."

The waiter brought their menus.

"Where is she right now?"

"I don't even fucking know at this point. We don't really keep up anymore."

Wyatt nodded.

"You're gonna stay in school?" Tyler changed the subject.

"I'm thinking of taking a break. Just for a semester." He looked up at T, "should I?"

"I was gonna ask you to come work with me for a while."

"At the studio?"

"Yeah. As an assistant director. You can shadow me and help around. If you want it—,"

"I do."

Tyler laughed.

"Then it's yours."

The waiter brought back some samplers, a bunch of top tier seafood.

"You remember Alexa right?" Wyatt asked.

"Demie? Why?"

"She uh, she told me she wanted to be with me the other night."

Tyler looked up at him momentarily, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"What'd you say?"

"That I didn't see her like that. I mean we had a fling going but shit wasn't going anywhere. Plus, this..."

Wyatt alluded to the situationship they had going.

"You didn't tell her about..."

"Fuck no."

Tyler nodded.

"So y'all had a fling?" Tyler continued. Wyatt could tell he was amused.

"Just sex. That was it."

"Who did it better?" Tyler asked, his voice deep.

Wyatt blushed, lightly laughing in embarrassment.

"I always pictured you there instead."

"Careful you don't moan my name on accident and fuck this all up," Tyler joked.

"Nah, I kept it hidden."

They talked a little more before ordering the bill, Tyler not letting Wyatt pay for anything, as usual.

They made their way down to the beach in front, holding their shoes in one hand as they walked on the edge of the water.

"I can't believe you still wear that thing everyday," Tyler took Wyatt's hand as he inspected the pinky ring he had given him.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I bought Imaan a matching one a few months after we met and she lost it the same week."

"And you still wanna marry her?" Wyatt asked, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, I do."

Wyatt looked down as they walked next to each other. It was worth a shot.

"How long until the wedding?"

"Not until the end of summer probably. We've been busy as fuck but she has everything set already. The dress too."

"That's cool..." Wyatt was unsure of how to derail the conversation.

"Fuck," Tyler pulled out his phone, aiming it at Wyatt. "The sky looks sick behind you."

Wyatt scrunched his face as his hand blocked the sun. Tyler smiled as he secured a few pictures of him.

They sat in the sand after a while, watching the sun finally begin to set. Tyler laid back into the sand, adjusting his sunglasses.

Wyatt's arms propped himself up behind him.

He leaned over, Tyler grinning as Wyatt got closer and planted a kiss on him. They teased each other with tongue, Wyatt licking Tyler's upper lip playfully as he pulled away.

It was a perfect evening; the sky was pink and red, reminiscent of their blood sucked lips. They laid back together, the sound of the waves making it sound like heaven.

They were at peace, for a moment.