Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

35. End

"...and best picture goes to..." the famous actress opened the envelope. "Igor, Tyler Okonma!"

There was cheering and clapping and soon—a standing ovation.

Tyler got up, giving Wyatt a hug as he greeted his fellow director and actor friends around him.

He made his way to the podium, adjusting his suit. He took the Oscar award from her hands, making his way to the microphone as everyone began to sit.

Tyler looked down at it, admiring it. It wasn't his first Oscar; he already owned three. But none were for Best Picture.

Everyone was on the edge of their seat.

"So I uh, I'm not prepared with a speech 'cus I'd rather just tell y'all how I feel right now..."

Tyler stopped momentarily as he looked at everyone's faces from the stage. Everyone's eyes were glued to him.

Tyler talked a little about how the film came to be, and how much the award meant because of how hard the whole team worked on it.

"...this movie wouldn't of even been possible without the help of my...my partner, Wyatt Navarro..."

Everyone clapped, Wyatt blushing slightly as he smiled.

"And for all you nosy muthafuckas' out there, yeah, me and Wyatt are doing great. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Thanks."

There was some laughing and gasps coming from the audience, everyone aware that Tyler had just outed himself and of course made his relationship with Wyatt official. It changed everything.

He made his way through the back as the next actress presented the next award.

...

"Tyler, how does it feel being able to talk openly about your new relationship?"

Tyler laughed at the reporter's question.

"I'm glad, I guess. I feel free now."

"Did you think you were going to win?"

"Even if I didn't win it's just another award. I've never cared about these types of things but it's cool to get the recognition."

They passed through the carpet back to their awaiting Escalade in the back. Vin, Tyler's security guard opened the door for them as Wyatt let go of Tyler's hand to get into the car.

The reporters and photographers shot pictures of them before they got in—they were the talk of the night.

Tyler looked over at Wyatt.

"You okay?" Tyler asked, Wyatt was quieter than usual.

"It's just weird how we don't have to hide anymore..." Wyatt looked out of the window as the car began to drive off.

Tyler took his hand into his.

...

They made their way to the after party at Tyler's mansion that he had rented for the night. He invited everyone he knew, all his friends, fellow directors, other artists too. No one missed his parties, especially not this one. Everyone was trying to get into this one since he'd become to popular. Tyler always knew who was just trying to leech off of him, though.

"How you late to your own party?" Frank greeted Tyler and Wyatt as they made their way in.

Packed was an understatement.

The mansion looked like a packed club on a Saturday night. Drinks were being served left and right, everyone coming over to greet them.

It reminded Wyatt of The Great Gatsby
movie—in a way.

"I'm gonna go talk to Crystal and them. I'll see you in a bit," Wyatt told Tyler over the loud music.

Tyler nodded as they pecked each other on the lips before parting.

Wyatt walked over to the bar area where all of his friends were. They cheered and clapped as he made his way over.

"Look who it is!" Crystal was the first to hug him.

"Fuck, I need a drink." Wyatt smiled.

"Nigga everyone's talking about you like crazy. That you're like Tyler's muse and all that—,"

"I know, It's weird now that it's official to everyone now."

"How does it feel?" Frank asked somberly.

Wyatt looked over at Tyler in the distance.

"Like I'm still dreaming."

They laughed lightly.

"You're glowing too," Crystal nudged him.

Steve had a shocked look on his face as someone familiar entered the room.

"Oh shit...is that...?"

Everyone turned to look.

It was Alexa.

"Shit, I didn't think she was gonna come," Wyatt bit his lip.

"You invited her?!" Frank laughed, knowing their rough pasts.

"Yeah, through text. She never replied so I didn't think she'd care."

She caught Crystal's eye, smiling as she made her way over.

She hugged and greeted everyone, soon coming face to face with Wyatt.

A cheeky smile formed on her face.

"I didn't think you'd show up."

"I wasn't gonna miss this. Especially since you're all famous and shit now," she joked.

"So you know about the whole..." Wyatt alluded to Tyler.

"Duh. I just don't get why you didn't tell me sooner."

Wyatt sighed. His friends were on the other side of the bar, leaving them alone.

"It was hard to process, like no one knew."

"Still. You know you had me."

"I know..." Wyatt looked away.

She sighed, her smile fading as she made her way over to where Crystal and everyone else was, leaving Wyatt to contemplate on the past.

Tyler soon walked over.

"You good?"

Wyatt nodded.

"You talked to Alexa?" Tyler noticed.

"Yeah, she's cool about it. You?" Wyatt asked.

Tyler leaned into his ear, his cologne catching Wyatt's attention.

"I wanna get the fuck out of here..." Tyler kissed Wyatt's neck before continuing. "I don't care about anyone else here. I wanna go celebrate with you."

He tugged on Wyatt's suit, Wyatt feeling the goosebumps form on his body.

It was like their first time meeting again—it never got old.