Tyler's P.O.V
Tyler had waited for a text, a call, a letter—anything from Wyatt. It had been two months since he sent out the wedding invitation.
He never heard back.
Tyler sighed, looking at himself in the mirror as adjusted the buttons on the suit.
He couldn't think straight; he hasn't for the past few months.
T had been having affairs with other men; desperately trying to find one that fit Wyatt's exact description. Curly brown hair, brown eyes, tall, yet none felt right. They weren't as interesting, as curious, as intelligent as Wyatt.
He fucked other women, too, but neither satisfied him enough.
"I'm gonna go catch my breath outside for a bit," Tyler turned at his best man, Travis. "I'll be back before it starts."
"You nervous?" Travis asked, sitting on the couch next to Jasper and Lionel.
"Obviously this nigga nervous." Lionel chuckled.
"Nah, I just need to breathe. Fucking suit is too tight," Tyler tried softening the mood. He didn't want them to notice his regret.
Travis got up, making his way over. His voice softened so Jasper and Lionel couldn't hear them.
"Don't come back if you don't want this shit."
Tyler looked up, confused.
"...you know how me and Julia ended after the wedding last year. That shit was bad—,"
"The fuck you telling me this for?"
"Nigga I care about you, you know that. I'll cover for you if you wanna run," Travis joked.
Tyler shrugged it off, making his way outside the balcony. He shut the door behind him.
There was an hour before Imaan and all the guests arrived. It was a small and intimate beach venue in Malibu, just for friends and family. Tyler watched the waves crash; he thought about calling it all off but Imaan would've been devastated. She loved him more than he could imagine. His love was fading, though.
End P.O.V
"Can you take over? I have to get somewhere," Wyatt told the intern.
"Wyatt, you can't just leave," She looked up at him from the desk.
"I have to. It's an emergency."
Before she could say anything, Wyatt made his way out of the studio.
It was now or never.
After debating on whether or not to go to the wedding, he decided to take the chance. He took the uber, telling the driver to make it as fast as he could to the address Wyatt gave him.
"Why the rush?" The driver asked.
"I need to get to a wedding."
"You know the groom or bride?"
"The groom."
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Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt
Fanfiction[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...
