timothée chalamet imagines

cheater

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"Hello?" Timothée spoke through the phone, slightly panting.

"Hey baby, you okay?"

He took in a deep gulp. "Yeah, just ran on the treadmill."

"Since when do you run?" I joked.

"Since yesterday," he snapped "what's up?"

"Well," I said "I'm at the grocery store down the street trying to find something to cook for dinner. Any ideas?"

He didn't respond, but some loud rustling came over the phone. "Hello?" I spoke up.

"Sorry, I'm just moving stuff around."

"Right..any ideas then?" I asked again.

"Just get whatever."

"You're no hel-"

"I have to go." he said quickly and hung up.

Asshole. I made my way down the aisles, grabbing things left and right. Nothing specific.

I'll put something together when I get home, all I want is to get out of this busy store and change into more comfortable clothes.

After about twenty minutes of grabbing, I paid, loaded up the car and drove the block down. I parked in the parking garage and struggled to carry all the bags to the elevator.

I walked in and pressed the button to our floor, resting against the wall for a second.

Once I made it to our floor, I faced one of our neighbors, Josh, as the doors opened.

"Y/n!" he smiled.

"Hi!" I smiled back, lifting the bags.

"Oh-here let me help you." he said, hooking them off my arms.

"Thank you so much." I sighed of relief.

We walked down the hall. "How have you been?" he asked "I feel like I don't see you around anymore."

"I've been busy here and there with work and such."

"And with your boyfriend too I assume." he winked.

"Oh yeah." I said sarcastically and we both laughed.

That's just the type of person Josh is, a jokester. He's hilarious, often inappropriate at times, but I love that about him.

We finally made it to my door and he put the bags on the floor. "Thank you again."

"No problem."

I put the key into the lock "Let me know when you're free and we can get a drink sometime or go out for dinner."

"I definitely will." he said.

We smiled once again and nodded, he went down the hall and back to the elevator, waving me goodbye as the doors closed.

I turned the key and pushed open the door.

"Timothée!" I yelled picking the bags up.

No response. I yanked the key off and kicked the door closed with my foot.

I struggled over to the kitchen and set the bags down on the island. "TIM!" I yelled louder.

He finally came into the kitchen and greeted me with a kiss to the cheek. "Sorry."

"Seriously?" droplets of water covered the plastic bags and the floor.

"What?"

"Your hair is dripping all over the place."