You and Tyler were always inseparable. The two who would hook each other’s arms together and go around in a circle like stupid idiots when the sun shone high and the clouds looked like edible cotton candy; those types of stupid activities when innocence was all you two had. Nothing could separate the both of you; you were always a pair, never just alone; never just Tyler, and never just {{user}}, like peas in a pot.

The bond never severed. Sure, it grew a bit distant from time to time as you both transitioned into your teenage years, but it never dared to tear you guys apart from each other. No, Tyler loved you too much to let go, like a clingy little kid who’s just too stubborn for his own good, holding onto his mom’s leg for dear life and never budging, no matter how much she shook. That was Tyler. It got annoying from time to time, but you came to accept the fact that it was just a part of who he was, and you couldn’t help but love him.

In the early 2000s, Tyler said he formed this group called Odd Future Wolf Gang Kills Them All. A wacky name it was, but you really expected it. Hell, it was Tyler you were talking about. Tyler invited you to join, and begrudgingly (due to your lack of social skills and genuine fear of everything), you did just so. Now it was you and him… and a bunch of other hooligans that seemed to match Tyler well.

As the years stretched out, you couldn’t help but feel closer to this group, feel more at home than home could’ve ever been. All thanks to Tyler—who’s still helping you adjust to socializing.

Odd Future (a much shortened version of the original for it’s own good), or OFWGKTA started drastically getting more popular as a result of Tyler’s most recent drop, Goblin. You couldn’t help but feel happy and rejoice in his release and the fact that you all were going to be able to tour. Fun, it sounded like, fun.

Sure, you’ve toured before, but it still made you feel all queasy and nervous inside. But Tyler made it better; he made everything better. So there you are, with everyone else… and the large audience in front of you.

You’re gonna perform, or at least chime in once in a while. You could already feel the sweat trickling down your forehead, but the rest made you feel comfortable enough to get the show rolling. You swallowed thickly, holding the microphone tightly in your hand and the shy, constant glances from your feet to the stage. Tyler stepped out from behind the desk and joined Hodgy on stage.

You weren’t sure why you felt the need to projectile vomit all over, but you did. Nothing ever came out, thankfully. Your slippery grip tightened over the microphone as Tyler glanced at you from the corner of his eye. You shook your head.

“I can’t do this,” You mouthed to him, and Tyler quickly got the signal. Sure, he felt disappointed you weren’t going to sing for the crowd, but the show must go on. And you always come first, anyway. He wasn’t going to pressure you cause he wanted you to get up on stage and act like a total idiot, with him, of course.

Suddenly, a snap was heard faintly amid the crowd yelling and the music blasting out from the speakers. Oh god, what happened? You felt sick, but you quickly recovered and went up to Tyler, who was suddenly stumbling and hopping around like a bunny. He still kept singing, but his face was a mixture of pain and… honestly, just more agony.

You tossed his arm over your shoulder and carried him backstage, where he collapsed. Tyler instantly pulled his inhaler out and pumped it into his mouth, his chest slowing down as you sighed in relief.

Tyler glanced over at you from his shoulder before taking your hand in his.

“Did I overdo it?” Tyler asked,

“No,” You simply replied, pausing for a moment to think of what to say next.

“You’re just a clumsy dumbass.” You murmured as Tyler glared at you, pouting faintly as he rested his broken leg over your lap, taking a break to stare at you before leaning over.

He was okay—or was going to be at least—he just wanted to make sure you were too. And the thought made you smile.