My Sister's Best Friend [T.Chalamet]

16

One week went by. Only one more week remained for Dylan's party. I still avoided Lorenzo; he would try to talk to me, but I would ignore him. He had to prove he cared about me and liked me. As for Timothée, I'd find his mark when I came back to the flat, but he was never there when I was.

On the way back home from school, I found Timothée, and Saoirse sat on the soda when I came home, sitting together laughing. As soon as they see me, the laughter quietens down, and Saoirse leaves. She looks over at me. "Are you still going to the party?" she asks.

"Yes," I say, and she leaves.

I turn, thinking Timothée would be scrambling for his items to leave the flat before I get a chance to talk to him, but he doesn't; instead, he remains seated on the sofa and continues eating pistachios straight from the packet. I go to my room and change, then go sit next to him.

I wait for him to respond. Will he get up and leave? The flat? Or just move away from?

I see out of the corner of my eye, staring at me but he continues to sit there. We sit there together until the episode finishes on TV. He gets the remote to change the channel but instead turns it off.

"look." We both say simultaneously, then stop.

"You go first," I say to him.

He coughs slightly, "No, it's ok What did you want to say?"

"Nothing; its fine, Timothée. You speak first."

"I just wanted, you know, to say..." he mutters out a few syllables and I can tell he's getting nervous again.

"We can just pretend nothing happened. It was a mistake, Timothée. It's fine. "

He pauses, then nods his head. "Yeah. That's fine," he mutters.

"Besides, I'm seeing Lorenzo anyway." I say this to him, then look down at the floor, feeling slightly shocked by what I just said.

Wait. Why would I say that? I'm not even seeing him. We're arguing right now.

He parted his lips slightly, staring at the ground, then smiled at me. "that's good. Good for you, y/n. if he makes you happy, then."

"So, we're back to normal then?" I ask him, putting my hand out.

He nods his head and shakes my hand. I grin at him and say, "that's great."

We sit back to normal and watch a few more episodes of breaking bad together. next thing I know, we've finished it. We both sit together, completely gob smacked at the finale.

"I need to something to eat to calm this shit down man." Timothée says and he runs over to the kitchen, looking through the fridge.

"Oh y/n," he calls out to me, and I follow him into the kitchen.

"what's up?" I ask him, leaning on the kitchen counter as he pulls out some milk from his cereal.

"Seeing as its your birthday soon, I may have a small surprise for you," he states.

"Oh," I say, "can't wait."

He chuckles a bit, "Sarcastic, much? Anyway, you have any lessons tomorrow after lunch?"

"Nope," I say.

"Great, I'll pick you up then from school."

"See you then."

He walks back into the living room, turns on the TV, and watches something else. I go to my room and open my book to read.

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(593 words)
Double update because they're both small chapters.
also, seeing as it's nearly my birthday, I'm sorry if i may be a bit late in updating.