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04.

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i been going thru it all, mix the drugs with the alcohol, just for i can get away, but the shit don't last long

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CHAPTER FOUR,
OMNISCIENT POV.
[ tw: mentions of drug use & more ]

wyatt shook the sleeping man next to him softly, making him stir in his sleep. tyler let out a small groan, followed by more incoherent mumbling, and swatted his hands away. he snuggled deeper into the blankets and pillows, pulling the warm comforter over his head.

the older sighed, "tyler."

"five more minutes," he heard from under the blankets.

"your friend has been blowing up your phone for the past like, twenty minutes. uzi?" wyatt looked down at the rose-gold phone in his hand and is if on cue, the phone started ringing loudly again, the contact name 'UZI 🧝🏾' flashing across the bright screen.

at the sound of it, and the mention of symere, tyler threw the covers off of him, practically leaping up from the bed. "shit! what time is it?" he scrambled to find his jeans, which he'd completely discarded somewhere on the floor the previous night.

wyatt chuckled at his reaction and watched him in amusement. "like, one in the afternoon."

"fuck, fuck, fuck." tyler muttered as he struggled to pull his worn out old skool vans on quickly, "can you give me a ride to my house? and then downtown? i'll call an uber if you can't."

"uhm, i can drop you off home but i have this thing at like two...." wyatt called after him, hoping the younger wouldn't question it. he always had somewhere to be and never tried to make time for tyler. still, the other man didn't exactly mind it, it's not like he was emotionally invested in whatever the two had going on. in fact, tyler couldn't remember a time he was ever emotionally invested in a relationship with someone else. most of the time, he just messed around with them a bit and dipped when he got bored. it might've been a toxic cycle, but it worked for him. or at least he thought it did.

"yeah, it's fine!" he heard from the bathroom, where tyler went to rinse his mouth with mouthwash. it's the least he could do. he hadn't exactly planned on spending the night, so he didn't bring his toothbrush, but after the two had their fun, he was exhausted and fell asleep. he'd just have to brush his teeth when he got to his house. and ask rocky to give him a ride to symere's job, as much as he didn't want to face him at the moment.

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"i look so fucking stupid right now," tyler complained for the twentieth time, making symere roll his eyes yet again.

the short boy smacked his lips, looking over the work attire tyler had on. it really wasn't that bad, he was just doing too much because he was mad he had the responsibility of going into the building. all he had on was an orange-white striped shit, a matching cap with the logo in the front, and some black jeans. "you rather look stupid for twenty million or for free? cause you be looking stupid as hell regardless, baby," he giggled to himself, turning back around and continuing working.

"you're really mean as fuck," tyler pouted, sitting down on the stool across the counter from symere. "unprovoked, too."

"unprovoked?" symere put the glass cup he was wiping down on the counter, turning to face tyler with his hands on his hips, "maybe if your annoying ass stopped complaining and let me work... plus i'm nice as fuck!"