Star: Tyler, The Creator

29. Moving Out

Two Weeks Later

"That shit went gold! Did you see?" Frank called Rose.

"Fuck I know, Solo called me this morning. I can't fucking believe it," she replied.

"And you did this shit with no label."

"With the help of y'all."

He chuckled over the phone.

"You done fixing up your new place?" He asked.

"Yeah, just have to move some furniture but I can do that later."

"Cool...T called me last night."

Rose sighed.

"What he say?"

"He's coming back in two weeks. Des decided to stay the whole tour with him."

"He didn't mention me huh?"

"He just said to tell you congrats. He knows bout the album. Said he's confused and doesn't wanna talk about it though."

"Whatever. He won't even call me back so fuck him then."

Frank chuckled.

"Just let him get back then he'll want to talk."

"I guess."

"Anyway, I can't believe you turned down that tour."

"I'm still busy writing. I don't even feel like touring now—I'll still do those small shows like you be doing," Rose lightly laughed.

"True. You still coming with me tonight right?"

"Yeah, text me when you outside."

"Cool, aight, bye."

"Bye."

Rose had promised to go pick out a suit with Frank at Dior, which they had planned  to custom make him one for the MET gala.

He wasn't planning on going, but Rose completely convinced him to.

She got ready in her new loft—she had moved out of Tyler's place. Rose thought it was weird staying at his with everything that was going on, and the fact that she had money to buy a new place was a no brainer.

...

"Fuck, you see that?" Frank pointed at a car parked outside near them.

"That's a fucking pap. They're on us."

"How the fuck do you deal with that shit all the time?"

"I don't. They don't ever really get me 'cus I blend in. It's you they looking for."

Rose scoffed, getting out of the car.

"They don't even know who I am," She laughed, walking behind Frank as they made their way out of the parking garage.

Frank lowered his cap, both of them walking fast as the paps approached them.

"Rose! How does it feel being on the charts with your first album!"

"There's rumors The Weeknd cheated on you is that true?!"

Rose and Frank got through, getting into the Dior store as security stopped the paps from getting in.

"They don't know who you are huh?" Frank laughed.

Rose was speechless. It was the first encounter with paparazzi like that.

"Hello! Griselda's waiting for you upstairs for your fitting." An employee greeted them.

...

"So what's going on?" Frank took a bite of his salad.

After the fitting they ate lunch at a well known lunch spot down the street at Rodeo.

"With what?"

"How you taking all this shit? I know when I first started to get all the attention I hated it."

"I don't know yet. I guess I'm still figuring that out."

"And T?"

Rose sighed.

"You're gonna have to talk to him when he gets back." he replied.

"It's weird, I can't stop thinking about him."

Frank smiled.

"Duh. You're in love with him."

"It's a little crush."

"Rose. You made out with him. Half of your album was about him...you love the nigga."

She sighed.

"Des and him look so happy though. You seen those instagram pictures they be posting together? I don't wanna fuck that up."

"He knows damn well they got nothing in common like y'all do," he laughed. "Me and Solo was talking about it the other day. How both of you were made for eachother. That first day at the studio, you remember?"

"We both kept saying the same thing, talking over eachother," Rose smiled, looking down at her hands.

"When he comes back tell him how you feel."

"I might."

"You better. Solo throwing him a little surprise party with everyone at her place. Everyone he knows."

"I'll think about it."

"You coming to his last show in LA too." Frank replied.

"Uh uh. That'd be too awkward."

"Suit yourself then."