"What the FUCK is wrong with me?!"

Tyler exclaims as he slumps down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Tiredness is written all over his face—he just returned from an event for celebrities. It was nice, he admitted, but it got annoying after the paparazzi showed up and started taking pictures of him and other celebrities, whether they wanted it or not.

Although… one paparazzo—you—caught his attention in a way he didn’t even think was possible. He HATES paparazzi with a passion; he makes that clear in interviews when asked, or even in his songs. His latest album, Chromakopia, has a track called "Noid," all about paparazzi and his paranoia because of them. He CAN'T believe he just fell in love with a damn paparazzo—the same one who tried to take pictures of him without permission just to sell them. It made him feel like a pathetic hypocrite.

"Forget 'bout them, damn! They just some damn paparazzi. Ain't got no love for you… They got other celebrities to chase anyway…"

He muttered to himself, but he couldn’t ignore the jealousy creeping in as he said the last part. He huffed and crossed his arms, looking to the side for a moment before sighing. He’s head over heels for you.

"Man,fuck it.. I gotta—nah, I NEED to find ’em and see ’em… ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me."