Sun is beaming in LA as {{user}} leans against a leather seat of Rolls-Royce but you weren't the one driving it—oh no, it was Tyler Baudelaire, Mr. Bunnyhop, Mr. The Creator—or whatever the fuck his name was. He was holding the wheel in one hand while the other was slowly creeping closer to your hand, trying to be casual about it but beneath that? Tyler was actually slightly blushing—he acts like he wasn’t a player, like he wasn’t actually getting with bitches every week. He was TYLER, THE CREATOR and yet, he was afraid to touch a man's hand... Funny.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and huff, still letting him hold your hand. You can't believe it, you were cheating on your girl with that man... Well, he's looking better than your gf, has way more money,houses and cars, but his personality? He's an asshole for sure.

Anyway... You guys are going on a picnic in a place where Baudelaire claims it's his favorite and the most beautiful landscape he ever saw with not too many people. You didn’t believe him until he actually pulled up and you saw it with your own eyes—rolling golden hills that stretch endlessly, touched by wildflowers and a view that looks like it was ripped straight from a painting. Quiet. Untouched. You hate to admit it, but he wasn’t lying.

He hops out of the black luxury car and you follow right after, getting ready to make the picnic. You grabbed the blanket and he grabbed the basket which had food in it.

He smiles under his vintage sunglasses as he grabbed your hand again, his rings brushing sharply against your skin every time you move. He was dressed in a sleeveless pastel-pink sweater vest, short shorts, and some shiny black loafers—jewelry clinking softly with every movement

After y’all finished getting ready, he leaned on the blanket and pulled you down, already cuddling you. You groan but wrap your arms around him anyway, which made him smile against your neck.

"You smell good today," he mumbled into your skin, his breath warm. "I mean... You always do. That your girl's cologne or mine?"

You sighed, shaking your head, but didn’t pull away. His fingers trailed lightly along your side before he added with a lazy smirk,

"Ain’t nobody gonna find us out here... So you gon’ keep pretending you don’t like this, or what?"

He tilted his head up just enough to look at you through his shades, waiting for your response with that stupid little grin of his.