All we need is love (Tyler, The Creator fan fic)

See you again

They entered a sleazy looking restaurant in a quiet area, too tired to try and scope out a fancier restaurant that opened this late. The restaurant booth they were seated at was right by the window. Tyler, in his head, admired how the bright, fuchsia colour of the chairs complimented the maroon, hardwood floor and how the floors matched with the tables. He had an eye for things like that which had only improved once he launched his clothing line, Golf Wang. Vill concentrated on his menu whilst Taco and Jasper traded insults. Tyler's energy had depleted dramatically since he was not used to staying up as late as he was: it was 1:30am.

"Yo, I need to pee, move out of the way, fatass," Tyler spoke gruffly, his voice raspier than usual, with tiredness, as he pushed past Jasper.

"Why the fuck am I even friends with you guys? I'm too sexy for this shit, man!" Jasper replied sighing, shaking his head.

A waitress stepped out of the kitchen, walking hurriedly, fumbling with her apron trying to tie it around her waist with one hand whilst she carried a tray of cutlery in her other. Tyler bumped into her, too busy flipping off Jasper to see where he was going. The sound of cutlery crashing onto the floor rang through the quaint restaurant.

"Shit, sorry dude," he mumbled as he got onto his knees and started piling up the cutlery carelessly, mixing the different, carefully arranged forks, spoons and knives.

"It's okay, just leave it."

The waitress let her apron fall to the floor as she got on all fours and started picking up the rest of the cutlery. She looked up, expecting to see another awkward, clumsy teenager and prepared for the biggest eye roll of her life. She had had enough of seeing people below the age of 20 for a lifetime. Her eyes widened at the realization of who stood before her.

"What the fuck?!" Her eyebrows raised, she sounded almost annoyed.

"I said I was sorry, damn" Tyler put his hands up in defence , believing that she was angry, he began walking towards the bathroom.

"No! I-It's not that!" She spluttered "You're Tyler, The Creator."

Tyler internally rolled his eyes, preparing to be hounded for a picture or an autograph. He looked at the waitress and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Wait, you were at my concert a few hours ago." He was good at remembering faces and hers caught his eye since he had to break up the altercation she was in.

"Yeah! This is crazy" she laughed nervously shaking her head.

"Are you okay? I don't let shit like that happen in my concerts." His energy shifted into a concerned seriousness.

"Nah I'm cool, I was just getting ready to channel my Mike Tyson but you happened to get there first, I guess." A toothy smile played on her face.

Tyler let out a chuckle as a smile formed on his lips.

"No, I'm sure you would've whooped their asses. I'm actually disappointed that I opened my mouth because I would've really loved to see what that looked like."

"I'll give you a preview since you're supposed be some famous guy or whatever." Tyler chuckled once again, he liked her wittiness.

She stood up from the floor and playfully jabbed the air in front of Tyler and swung her head back dramatically, dodging an imaginary punch.

He let out a more comfortable laugh "Who you fighting? A chicken? I don't know shit about boxing but I'm pretty sure your elbows aren't supposed glued to your waist."

She giggled "What the fuck are you talking about? oh, you ain't seeing my legs, obviously"
She began to jump in place placing one foot in front of the other then switching with her closed fists by her face. Tyler let out a tame version of his boisterous laugh.

Tyler began to jab at the air around her playfully, getting into character.

"I could sue you for this shit, you know?" She tried to hide her toothy smile, trying to act serious.

"Try me, I'll probably end up with your grandma's house"

She laughed and put on a exaggeratedly shocked face.
"Not Granny Lulu!"

"Nigga stop flirting with the fucking waitress so we can get some food!" Jasper shouted, approaching Tyler and the waitress.

"DREA, HAVE YOU FINISHED BUSSING TABLE 42?" Someone shouted from the kitchen.

By the time Tyler had stopped entertaining Jasper's jokes, the waitress had gone, so had all the cutlery on the floor. He felt disappointed, like a chapter had finished before it could even begin. He didn't want to overthink his feelings, he just found the girl interesting: Drea.