Saturday
I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.
"Hey! come in!" Bella answered the door. God, she looked gorgeous and it was only 11 am.
I walked in, Tyler by the dining table.
"We were just finishing up breakfast, let me show you what I needed done," Bella put her tiny poodle down.
We made our way up the stairs.
"Tyler told me last night you did this, I was literally looking for someone who could help me clean this closet out. It's been months."
We came across a closed door, she opened it.
It couldn't be that bad.
"So what do you think?" She asked, stepping aside.
Fuck, it was bad.
"Oh..."
"Is it doable?"
I nodded, kind of in shock of how much shit someone could have stuffed in a closet.
"I mean, yeah. Might take longer than I thought though." I moved some clothes around. "A few hours."
She nodded.
"Okay that works! If you could just organize everything by color, and throw away anything that's a size medium, that's too big on me now. And any shoes just throw to side too, I'll figure out what I don't like later."
I nodded.
...
An hour passed, and I wasn't even close to being done. I had picked out all the pinks, whites, blacks, but still needed to organize every other color in the fucking rainbow.
"Told you this shit was bad," I turned, Tyler walking up the stairs.
"I really thought you were just fucking with me."
"Nah, she gets all this free shit from modeling and just throws it in there."
"Fuck." I got up, assessing everything else I still needed to do.
"It's some friends coming over in a bit, the pool heating up in the back. Let me know if you need anything."
I nodded, watching him leave.
"You welcome to join."
"I'm good."
He nodded.
...
Three hours and an hour break later, I was finally done organizing Bella's mess, all I needed to do was put everything in some plastic bags.
I went downstairs, the music already blasting in the back yard.
I looked out the glass door, noticing some people I've seen around work—and then, Daniels.
I didn't think Tyler really spoke to anyone from work like that, but apparently he did.
There was about seven other people, Bella's friends and a Tyler's other friends I hadn't seen before.
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The Intern: Tyler, The Creator
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Nia Brown is back from therapy after her father had forced her to get help for her obsessive compulsive disorder. With her dad's connects, she is soon hired as an intern for a well known advertising company. With no plan B, she's forced...
