It was 10 am.
Rose had a small headache when she woke up but it was gone by the time she came out of the shower.
She changed into some boxer shorts and a t-shirt, she definitely planned on staying home today.
There was a knock on the door and a familiar voice spoke.
"It's me."
Rose walked over, unlocking the door.
"You left me last night," she joked, walking into the kitchen as T shut the door behind him.
"I didn't wanna be...weird."
"Why would it be weird? we're friends."
Tyler shrugged, obviously uncomfortable.
"Whatever, I brought us breakfast."
She went through the bag; eggs and waffles.
"Fuck, thank god."
They sat in front of each other as she went through her phone.
"What time did you get home?"
"A little past two," Tyler took a bite.
"How the fuck did you wake up so early still?"
"It's a habit...you don't look like you have a hangover," he grinned.
"Slight headache, went away after I showered."
They ate and small talked a little more about the party before she got up and walked over to the sink.
"That party was crazy though. I've never been to anything like that."
"Frank does shit like that all the time. That nigga knows everyone."
Then, Rose's phone rang.
It was a number she didn't have saved.
She answered it as Tyler watched.
"Hello?"
"Rose?"
"Who's this?"
"Abel. From last night."
"Oh fuck, hey. How are you?" she smiled.
She made her way over to her bag to grab her cigarettes.
"I'm good. Just wanted to let you know I got home and recorded the rest of the song we wrote last night. Shit came out fucking amazing thanks to you."
Rose placed it in between her lips and lit it. His voice was sultry and deep over the phone.
"It's my pleasure." She giggled.
"I wanted to take you out formally tonight, if you're down. Sucked that we couldn't spend more time together."
Rose looked over at Tyler who mouthed 'who is it?' she looked around the room and wondered if it was a good idea.
"Tonight?"
"Yeah. Unless you're busy—,"
"No, I'd love to."
"Bet. I'll pick you up?"
"It's a date."
She heard him chuckle over the phone.
"I'll text you later then?" Rose asked.
He agreed and they hung up.
"It's a date? Who was that?" Tyler got up.
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Star: Tyler, The Creator
Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] Moving from Houston to LA to follow her dreams against her religious and strict parent's advice, Rose, a troubled aspiring singer songwriter is noticed by a familiar figure who decides to take her under his wing. Exploring her newfound...
