ARMIE HAMMER was a handsome, well-built man, who was also known to Mal and Saoirse as Timothée's co-star in a movie called Call Me By Your Name.
The two girls sat next to each other, crammed in a booth, and across from them was the man Mal was jealous of, but only because him and Timothée looked great together in the movie.
"So, what did you guys want to talk about? Saoirse mentioned that it was kinda urgent."
Mal nodded. "Yes, we wanted to talk to you about something specific."
"About Timothée's relationship with his ex girlfriend, Lily."
Armie furrowed his eyebrows and awkwardly changed positions, fixing his posture.
"Oh."
"Yeah, sorry if we're making you uncomfortable, but we need to know how they were like together."
The man then sighed, and hit his head against the table gently, then looked up at them with a blank face.
"Look, I... I wasn't supposed to talk about it. Especially in front of you. Tim didn't want you to worry about him."
Mal nodded. "I understand, but it would mean the world to us if you would help us right now. We really need to know more about Lily."
He huffed again, then rubbed his temple for a minute before staring directly at them.
"He was... Uncomfortable around her. She would check his messages, his location, who he's with. He was paranoid because of it."
"So, he didn't love her like everybody thought?"
He shook his head. "No. I was the only one who knew what was really going on between them, and he made me promise not to tell anyone."
"Don't worry, Armie. It's not called breaking a promise if you're saving somebody's life."
He furrowed his eyebrows, confusion written all over his face.
"What do you mean?"
The two girls glanced at each other doubtfully, then gave the man an uncomfortable smile.
"I think Timmy should be the one telling you what's going on, but for now, we'll thank you for your help."
"Anytime. Just remember, you didn't hear from me."
They both smiled and walked out of the place, hurrying towards their car right away.
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"Now we know."
Mal spoke as she sat down on the couch, followed by her friend. Saoirse took an exhausted look at her and sank back in her seat.
"You know what else I just realized?"
"What?"
"We need to go shop for groceries, and we have to keep up with our so-called research, but we don't want to make the fans worry."
Mal then sat up straight and stared at her friend.
"Did you record it? Was Armie okay with that?"
"Yeah, he was actually. I now have it on my phone."
"Good. That's good. Should we meet Steve Carrell, then?"
Saoirse frowned. "I don't know... Is he even in town?"
"Maybe? Let's check."
The girl then let out her phone and scrolled through it for a few minutes, then began typing quickly. She paused for a moment with a hopeful look on her face, which slowly turned to a delightful look as the emoji on the end of the screen changed into three dots, announcing that the other person would soon enough text back.
"Oh, he answered!"
"Tell him that we want to meet him."
Saoirse nodded. "Yeah, he said he's free tomorrow morning."
The brunette smiled.
"That's better."
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Mystery / Thriller"She's like a dragonfruit. She's beautiful on the outside, but she's a terrible, horrible person on the inside." IN WHICH, Mal didn't know why Timothée was acting strange. She later finds out the horrible truth. Trigger Warnings : Abuse, violent thr...
