Clique II: Tyler, The Creator

15. Bitten

I woke up to something pressing on my chest. I adjusted myself.
Tyler slept on my chest, he was still asleep. I checked under the covers; okay good, I was definitely not naked, which meant we didn't do anything.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Before I could ease him off of me, he began to wake up.

"Shit," he breathed, getting off as he rubbed his eyes.

I watched him as I sat up on the bed.

"Did we–?"

"No," I laughed lightly.

"Damn. What time is it?"

"8:30."

"We have till 9 to leave," he got up, and quickly made his way to the bathroom. It felt weird. He didn't seem to think much about the situation we were in; but I was.

Once he finished brushing his teeth, he came over and sat by the edge.

"We don't have to talk about it."

"Good. There's nothing to talk about," I replied.

Then, my phone vibrated. We both looked down at it. Reece was calling me again. He looked up at me with a dissatisfied look.

"Aren't you gonna get that?"

"I can't." I watched it ring.

"He's going to find out sooner or later," Tyler got up.

"I know. Just not right now."

He sighed, grabbing his phone as he began making his way out.

"Tyler?"

He turned around.

"Don't tell anyone about last night."

He shook his head lightly, I couldn't read his expression.

"I wasn't planning to."

He left.

...

We had been on the tour bus for the past few hours, on our way to Atlanta.

I could feel the tension between us, it was like we were trying our best to avoid each other. However bad I wanted to be next to him, I wasn't able to show it.

I sat right across from him while Jasper and Taco played video games between our beanbag seats.

i wanna go sit next to you.
-tyler, 6:12 pm

too bad u can't :)
-me, 6:13 pm

I watched him as he eyed me, trying to hold in our laughter.

stop making it obvious that u want me.
-tyler, 6:14 pm

i will if you stop looking at me.
-me, 6:15 pm

I watched him as he typed back. He signaled to look at my phone.

you know that's not gonna happen.
-tyler, 6:15 pm

I smiled as I felt my cheeks begin to flush. My phone vibrated again.

you look cute when you blush.
-tyler, 6:15 pm

I rolled my eyes at him. It definitely didn't make things better.

...

We got to the show, and as usual, everyone began getting their stuff ready.

"Hey Travis, can you set up my mic? I'm gonna go change," T said. Taco nodded.

Tyler brushed his arm past mine as he walked in front of me. He turned around, signaling to follow him. I did. We were so discreet.

We made our way to the back of an empty dressing room. I watched him as he made his way into the room, and I followed, closing the door behind me.

I watched him as he took his shirt off and began placing his chains on one by one. It was the first time he put them on during tour.

"They look good?" he asked excitedly.

I smiled, walking closer.

"Mhmm," I licked my lips before wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked, my lips close to his.

He let out a chuckle.

"Anytime."

I pressed mine against his before there was a knock on the door. Immediately I let go of him.

"Salem?" Wyatt opened the door.

"Yeah? I was just helping him put on his chains," I replied.

"T, you got three minutes." Wyatt closed the door.

We both sighed, looking at each other as we laughed.

"You're so stupid," Tyler smiled.

"What?"

"Helping me put on my chain?"

"I couldn't think of anything else," I laughed, pushing him slightly.

He got closer, placing his hands on my lower back. His lips gently reached for mine, sucking on them as he let go.

"I'll see you after."

I followed behind as he made his way to the stage, and I sat next to Wyatt.

"Your lips are blood red," he eyed me.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I was biting on them earlier," I replied frantically. Fuck.

He shook his head, he knew.