timothée chalamet imagines

after all these years

your pov

"What's the big deal?" I ask setting down a plate.

"He was your best friend y/n." my Mom says handing me a wrapped set of utensils and I set them down beside the plate.

"Was, Mom, was."

"Just try to be nice when he and his family get here, please." she says.

"As you wish."

flashback

"How do I look?" I ask pulling down my dress and turning to Timothée on the bed.

"Great." he says dryly.

"What's wrong?" I ask putting my hands on my hips.

"Nothing." he shakes his head.

"Talk to me." I say sitting next to him.

"It's nothing." he gets up.

I look as he paces around my room for a second.

"Timothée."

"What?" he snaps.

"What is your problem?" I get off the bed and stand in front of him.

"You shouldn't go." he says.

"Am I that bad of a date?" I chuckle.

"No," he shakes his head again "it's just just-"

"Just what?" I'm getting a bit flustered having to repeatedly ask questions.

"You shouldn't be going out with other guys y/n, I mean- you've been my best friend for so long and you must be blind if you can't see it."

"See what?"

"Me," he points at his chest "the way I feel about you. God, y/n, I'm so in love with you and you can't even acknowledge it."

"Timothée, I- I don't know what you want me to say."

He scoffs and looks down at the floor. "Just don't say anything at all." He grabs his keys and walks out of my bedroom.

end of flashback

I help my Mom in the kitchen, finishing up touches on the food before they get here.

As I move around potatoes, the doorbell rings and I look at my Mom. "Can you get it, please?"

I take off my apron and put it on the table as I walk over to the front door. My hand is on the knob, I take a deep breath as I open up the door.

"Y/n!" Nicole says, immediately coming over to give me a hug and I awkwardly hug back.

She pulls away, putting her hands on my arms

"You've grown so much," she says "how long has it been?"

"Almost seven years, maybe?" I chuckle.

"It's been way too long." she says.

"Definitely," I display a fake smile "my Mom is in the kitchen. You can put your things in the closet if you'd like and sit in the living room or dining room. Dinner's almost ready."

They shuffle their way in, Nicole first, Marc second, Pauline third. "Timothée's looking for parking, he'll be here in a few minutes." Pauline says.

"Okay." I say closing the door.

I rest my back against it and taking another deep breath. How awkward is this dinner going to be?

I walk to kitchen where they're all standing. "Can I get you all some drinks?" I ask.