Star: Tyler, The Creator

24. Sparks

One Week Later

It was finally hers.

She had help from the moving people to help her get all her stuff into her new loft. She still lived at the place Tyler had gotten her, this was just extra space.

She spent the whole weekend setting everything up until it fit right.

It was 10:30 pm at her new loft. She was still playing around with the new software she'd bought. Rose was getting the hang of producing, although it was still hard to figure everything out.

She sighed, a knock on the door.

She furrowed her brows.

"Tyler."

She looked at the time, confused. Usually he's sleep at this time.

"It's open."

Tyler walked in with a familiar plastic bag that had the Chinese restaurant logo from across the street on it.

"I wanted to see how this turned out." He put the bag on the counter. "This shit is cozy." He looked around.

Rose agreed.

"It looks bigger now with all the shit in it," He spoke.

"Why you here? It's late." She chuckled. "Ain't it past your bedtime?"

"Nigga, fuck you." He took a bite of his food. "I had meetings all day tryna figure out the tour dates. After that I went to a show with Jasper, got hungry," He took another bite. "Wanted to come see this."

He walked over, sitting by her as he eyed the computer.

"You tryna produce?"

"Learning." She focused on it.

"You should've told me, I could've told you what program and shit."

"I like figuring shit out on my own," Rose shrugged.

He nodded, chuckling.

"What?" Rose noticed.

"I said the same thing when I first started. I never wanted any help."

"Maybe that's why we get along. We're so fucking stubborn."

"We know what we want."

She turned to him, noticing some new jewelry she hadn't seen.

"That new?"

"Mhmm."

She took his hand, eyeing it.

"It's emerald. I'm still tryna find good opal. That shit is so hard to find."

Rose took out the necklace from inside her shirt, placing it in his hand.

"Nigga," he looked at it.

"My grandfather gave it to me the year before I left. It's Australian opal."

"Fuck, it's sick." He was genuinely in love with it.

Rose took it off, standing up as she got behind him.

"Fuck you doing?"

Rose stayed silent as she placed it around his neck, clipping it from behind.

"Giving it to you."

"It's your grandfather's—,"

"Just take it. As a thank you," she sat back down, facing him. "It suits you."

He smiled, looking down at it.

"It's the coolest thing."

Rose eyed his features, he was...perfect.

Wait, no.

Not perfect—calm. He looked...calm.

Friends don't think they're attractive...right?

It was the first time she felt any sort of anything towards him.

It was like a lightbulb went off.

"You gon' say something or you just gon' stare?"

Rose didn't think he'd notice. After all, he was busy staring at the new opal around his neck.

For the first time ever, she blushed.

"I'm just glad you like it."

He turned, smirking a little.

"Anyway, I should go. It's late as fuck."

Rose nodded, noticing his phone sitting on her desk. Right as she reached for it, he did too. And just like those corny romantic movies, his fell on top of hers. Except this wasn't a rom com, it was real.

They moved their hands away at the same time, as if they'd been electrocuted.

"Shit, sorry. Here." She handed it to him.

"G'night." He spoke, leaving.