after the end - timothée chalamet & marcus baker

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i turn over seeing timothée gone, his blanket left on the floor. i haven't exchanged any words after last night. it seemed to awkward and unbearable.

but today i knew we would talk because we had to get on the train today to get supplies for the house.

i see his stupid book he would always write in at night, shut tight with a brown string tied around it. i let it be, not even wanting to snoop and see what's inside, it wasn't my place to look.

i get ready and walk downstairs seeing timothée holding annabeth hands, ready to leave and go.

i paused, tossing my hair into a bun. "where you going?" i asked timothée, but annabeth answered for him.

"foods rations low." she says.

i glare her up and down. "i asked him."

she leans her head on his shoulder as they stood next to each other. "awh, but i answered." she thugs timothée arms as he can't even look me in the eye; not saying anything.

"timothée, me and you were suppose to...you know."

"annabeth i'm waiting on you, you ready?" he looks at her and not me.

timothée and i hated each other but although of our ups and down, we still managed to say words but now we only held stares.

a rapid speed of hate grew against him, the way he looked. the way he acted. it fueled my mind with anger. i hate timothée.

how can he let her get a hold of him, he barely even knew her. he shouldn't trust her so easily i was there first, i was by his side first. i felt betrayed.

he leaves the house with her.

"wow." i mumbled in disappointment under my breath.

"fate?" i hear charlie voice appear from behind me, he was sitting by the kitchen biting off a carrot. "what's up with you and libby hating annabeth?" he questioned.

i raise my voice slightly, not being angry at him, but her. "have you not seen the way she is!"

"i've seen." charlie says."just don't fully understand."

"shes crazy!" i say. "i promise you, she's been trying to get me mad by getting with timothée."

he gives me a strange look. "why would that make you mad? don't you like marcus?" he questioned.

i realize what i had say and how it came off, quickly clearing up my reputation. "yes—of course i like marcus." i nod. "it's just that, i was suppose to go with timothée today." i mumbled.

charlie thinks for a moment. "forget about all of this. let the hatefulness go, life's too short." he smiled. "libby and i are gonna go fix up the garden, catch up." he walked off waiting for me to follow along as he throws a rag over his shoulders.

i run along outside, pulling my baby hair away from face. "i've never planted anything a day in my life." i say, placing my hand over my forehead to block the sun.

"doesn't matter— you can learn." charlie sits by the plants, some already bloomed slowly with veggies and flowers on opposite sides.

libby walked outside with a tired look on her face almost like she was crying the day before. "hi." she says, sitting by the plants, watering them.

riley follows along, peaking her head from behind libby. "flowers!" riley said with an exciting squeals.

libby places a flower on riley's hair above her ears. "azalea are my favorite." libby smiled.

"if azalea are your favorite, then they're my favorite!" riley hugs her.

libby and riley have gained a really close relationship. when riley wasn't with timothée or me she was with libby. painting, telling funny stories, or netting. they held a lot of similarities and i knew libby saw her as a baby sister.

riley looks over twice before running over to hug me, making me tip over slightly because of her quick speed. "fate! i miss you." hugging me tighter. "wheres timothée?" she asked me.

i held my smile, although i was still frustrated. "he had to go get something."

"with who?" riley gives a confused look.

"annabeth." i faintly smiled, watering the plants.

charlie gives me a look, i can tell he wanted me to brush her name away from my brain, but i just couldn't.

the feeling of insecurities and not being good enough, he chose her to go with him.
not me.

riley wonders away from the garden, slowly back into the house before charlie says something.

"where you going kid?" he asked. "you're not gonna help with the garden?"

riley sighed, dragging her feet on the concrete walking back over. "why charlie!" she whined.

"because to plant a garden, we have to believe in tomorrow." charlie smiled.

i can hear his familiar stupid voice, i never knew how much i can hate but miss a sound so much. "what if there is no tomorrow?" timothée walks by the garden, he gotten back faster than expected.

i don't make eye contact with him at all, pretending he didn't exist, continuing to plant.

"there's always a tomorrow, if we all try." charlie tried to enlighten the mood. "and when this is all over we'll be back, doing whatever we did. trying to live life normally, like how regular teens live life. right fate?"

"yes."

—

"marcus! do that magic trick again!" riley contagious laughed, flustered through the room with just me and marcus.

i sat on marcus bed in the corner, watching his obvious but effective magic tricks, riley having no idea he stuck the card in his sleeves.

riley had a hard time getting along with marcus at first, especially because she expected so much for timothée and i to be together. but she's doing a lot better now, more accepting in the reality of that never happening.

she lend more towards marcus, being slightly nicer to him besides her constant action of sticking her tongue at him in annoyance and running away, she actually got the hang of him somehow.

"riley, the trick is all behind the selves." marcus chuckled.

timothée doesn't speak to any of us as he barges into the room with no notice. "riley let's go." he says sternly.

"but i wanna be with marcus and fate right now!" she grunted.

he glared at marcus in complete anger. "i told you not to trust certain people, didn't i?"

but riley refused to listen, wanting to stay with marcus. marcus arms muscles flexed with intensity, while he eyed down timothée, but he kept his cool in front of riley.

i speak up. "if she wants to stay, she can. you don't have to be so demanding." i mumbled, the first words i've said to him in a while.

timothée says nothing to me, nodding his head. i can see the ignorant look on his face that made my brain tick like an explosive. he pressed his tongue against his cheek, walking out.