𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 amidst the chaos of New York, Amelie navigates public scrutiny as she falls for a captivating forbidden movie star...
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻
ᯓ★𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...
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They walked hand in hand for a while until she stopped, they hadn't said a thing. Amelie was much to busy musing about what it felt like to hold hands with a stranger than to focus on a conversation.
They found themselves at Tompkins Square Park. Timothée pulled her to sit on a bench beside them, sipping his coffee.
"Don't you find it odd?" She asked, watching his lips as he drank.
He looked at her from beneath his eyebrows, a wicked stare. "What would I find odd?"
"Holding hands with me?" She laughed. "We know barely anything about each other." She rolled her eyes crossing her legs to face him.
"Okay, then let me get to know you." He spoke softly, extending his arm behind her. "How old are you?" He asked.
Amelie chewed her lip. She knew he was older than her. Much older. "Eighteen."
Timothée let out a sigh. "Shit, you're young." Amelie didn't know what to say other than to nod.
He moved his arm back and crossed it. "Well it's not like we can't be friends." He smiled.
Amelie tried to hide any signs of disappointment by pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. She nodded again.
"So have you finished high school?" He asked watching her place the cigarette into her mouth.
She nodded again and exhaled. "Yup, I'm starting at NYU next week." She smiled.
They watched each other, Amelie was beginning to become more aware of just how electric he made her feel. She worried it was because of how forbidden he was.
"Oh awesome, what are you studying?" He asked avoiding looking back at her.
"Film." She laughed. Hearing her laugh he did too, he couldn't help it her energy was infectious. "In fact, I have to watch one by next week and write an essay on it."
Timothée slapped his knee. "Well, let's go see one." He grinned.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "What film do you want to watch?" She asked.
He bit his lip looking at his shoes. "Have you watched ..." he looked off to the Temperance Fountain, "An Affair To Remember?"
Amelie chuckled softly. "No, but it's meant to be one of the best right, but I was in fact going to do the essay on," she hesitated, "Lady Bird."
Timothée let out a great laugh; a real proper hearty one. "Okay okay." He tried to stifle his laughter but found Amelie joining in. "You should know I'm nothing like Kyle."
He watched her shove her hands into her short pockets, "oh really." She remarked leaning back. "That's a shame."
Timothée looked at her for a split second, with eye contact that he shouldn't have. The desire palpable in the air, yet each party nervous that it was unrequited.
A camera clicked like a branch being snapped. Like two deers caught in headlights they turned to see a girl no older than Amelie taking a photo of them.
They looked at each other. "We should go." Amelie insisted first. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair.
"Yeah," he agreed reluctantly, "we should."
They got up this time not holding hands and walked with an awkward distance between the two.
Amelie had never felt observed in such a way. Self-consciousness overwhelmed her emotions momentarily.
"Well, I should head back." She offered outside of first avenue station. He nodded stuffing his hands into his chinos.
Her eyes grazed over him. His T-shirt hanging off of his shoulders loosely, his silver necklaces catching the last of the sun and his headphones wrapped around his neck.
Amelie found herself watching him watch her. His eyes trailing up and down her figure before she found herself putting her arms through his and wrapping around his back.
He stiffened slightly until he took his arms out and hugged her back. It was awkward and yet ... exhilarating.
His torso touching hers, set her stomach into a mess of butterflies.
She pulled back quickly. He scratched the back of his head.
"Well, why don't exchange numbers?" He offered first getting out his phone. "To arrange that movie." He reminded her quickly.
She handed her phone to him and took his. "I'd love to pick your brain on a few things." She smiled at him, nervously.
He grinned at her, handing his phone back to her. "I'd be honoured." He replied humbly.
She took her phone back and couldn't help but smile at his name in her contacts. She bit her lip, "well, um, nice meeting you."
He nodded awkwardly. "Lovely meeting you too Amelie. Goodbye." He watched her turn take a step away and then turn back to him.
"Let's not say goodbye." She looked into those eyes of Autumn. "I'd rather always say, see you soon."
He nodded and she rushed down the subway stairs, too quickly for him to reply.
On the subway she sat, opened her book and tried to concentrate on Austen's words. But how could she after she felt like a fool for insinuating that Timothée Chalamet might really stick to his plans of meeting her again.
She shook her head cursing herself and instead took out her headphones hoping music might distract her.
Cigarettes After Sex.
She blushed.
Once Amelie Martin put her key into the lock of her brownstone apartment. She checked her mailbox her hands shaking a little and her mind not cooperating with her.
She opened her door and leant her back against it once inside she felt her phone buzz in her pocket.
She checked it quickly. And smiled at its words and sender.
See you soon - Timmy
Only a movie star would sign off their name on a text like a letter, right?
Amelie through herself onto her couch head first and laughed. She lay for a few minutes letting her mind wonder over every moment she had spent with Timothée Chalamet.
