The Best Damn Thing ~ A Timothée Chalamet Fanfiction

Part 2

The pounding music from the speakers blasted through Eliza's ears as she walked in, her friends by her side. The house itself was huge. It had a never-ending ceiling, and a large wire staircase that lead upstairs. Elisa couldn't admire the rest of the house because there were a sea of high school students with red cups and girls in skimpy clothes grinding against what appeared to be high school jocks. This was the exact reason why she never came to parties. 

"This is insane! I would never associate with any of these types of kids, especially at a party! What the hell did you guys talk me into?" Elisa shouted over the loud music at Jasmine and Frankie. "Just let loose Lis! Have a drink and have a look around at some guys! You've already had several eyes on you since you walked in the door." Jasmine said heading to what Elisa could only assume to get drinks for the three of them. Frankie stayed by Elisa and could tell that she was a bit nervous. "You alright hon? Relax. There's got to be someone here that's your type." He said trying to comfort her. Jasmine came back with three red cups and handed one to Frankie and one to Elisa. She declined by putting her hand up, and Jasmine set it down on the table. "Find anyone yet?" Jaz asked looking at the two of them. Eliza shrugged and shook her head. "She just needs a little assistance coming out of her comfort zone and off of boring planet Charlie." Frankie joked chuckling. "Okay, then find someone for me, since you two are such experts at this type of stuff." Elisa insisted smirking with her arms folded. "Fine, what about......him? Outside on the balcony?" Jasmine said pointing Elisa's head towards a boy sitting out on the balcony reading a book. She had to admit, her friends did know her well. 

Frankie's jaw dropped once he saw who Jasmine and Elisa were looking at. "Jaz....Do you know who you're suggesting to her??" He asked shocked. "Hm?" Jaz replied looking back at Frankie a bit confused. "You're introducing our adorably humble and timid bestie to Timothée Chalamet?? Are you insane?! This poor girl." Frankie said jokingly holding Elisa like a child. "Who?" Elisa interrupted confused. "You're kidding. Have you ever heard of that last name at all??" Frankie asked shocked looking at Elisa. She shook her head. "Nope. Never." Now Jasmine and Frankie were both looking at Elisa like she had lost her mind. "What? Is he important or something?" she aske both of them, genuinely confused. "Um, only if you consider being the son of one of the most iconic and high end fashion names in the country, going worldwide, important, then yes!" Frankie explained to her. Jasmine rolled her eyes, "Of course you would know that Frankie.." she said earning a slight giggle from Elisa. "Anyway, not only all of that fashion shit, but near almost every single girl with hormones throw themselves at him. There's rumors and people talk...I think he'd be good for you Lis." Jaz smirked jokingly at her best friend. "Look guys, apparently I live under a fucking rock. Maybe it's just me, but I don't see it. I don't get the hype." Elisa said shrugging while looking at Timothée, who was still reading. "But if it gets you both to shut up, and leave me alone for the rest of the night about the whole hookup thing, then fine. I'll talk to him." She said punching Jasmine's arm playfully and went towards the balcony. "Let us know how it goes babes!!" Frankie called out as she walked away. 

Elisa stepped out onto the balcony, surprisingly, the city of New York was quite in this area. Hardly any sirens or cars could be heard. She took a deep breath before speaking her first words to Timothée. "Th-The Song of Achilles? That's my favorite book." She lied trying to make conversation. Timothée looked up from the center of the novel to look at Elisa. His expression didn't change much when seeing her. He was accustom to having girls come up and make up bullshit excuses to talk to him. "Really?" He questioned still looking at her. Elisa chuckled and sighed. "No. It looks interesting though." He smiled a bit. "What types of books do you usually like to read?" He asked looking at her with slight interest. "Same type that you're reading actually. I love Greek Mythology and literature books like that, I just don't read as much as I'd like to." She admitted looking off ton the side slightly. Elisa hardly ever read, but she still enjoyed it occasionally. Timothée kept his gaze on her, "So, how often do you read?" He asked. Elisa looked back at him and leaned back against the railing of the balcony. "Um...One or two books...a year? If I get lucky." She said slightly hesitant but ended with a slight smile. Timothée chuckled "Okay, aside from your very busy reading schedule, do you have anything else you like doing?" He asked before marking his place in the book and closing it so his full gaze was on Elisa. "Yeah, I love writing and expressing myself through art." She smiled looking at him, actually slightly happy that a guy had asked her what she liked doing in her free time. "Oh a writer huh? Anything I would have read?" He asked standing up and leaning on next to her on the balcony rail. Elisa chuckled and replied "Probably not. Nothing published anyways. That's one of the goals though. I want to either become an author or a professional artist. You know the ones that have their art in galleries and people pay thousands to see it?" He nodded "Yeah, my dad has a few of those. He thinks they're just a waste of money. He really just buys them to decorate the house. It could look like shit and he wouldn't know the difference." Elisa was taken aback a bit. She had almost forgotten that this guy came from a wealthy family. Breaking the silence of the city between them Timothée asked another question "I have to ask, what is it about art that you love so much?" She looked at him like she had just been asked the best question in the world. She scoffed, "Everything. I love the bright colors, the different textures of paint. The idea that different forms and shapes have the ability to make you feel like you're dreaming. I love that it's a way to reach different people on different levels with only a few colors and a brush. It's all just so fascinating to me." Timothée smiled at her. She was a lot different than he thought she was. She was the first girl he had met that hadn't spoken about how great she was, or how hot he was. She was the first girl who seemed passionate about what she was interested in, and there was something in that he seemed to like about her. Elisa felt his eyes on her and decided to look back unexpectedly meeting his gaze. This was the first time they had locked eyes since she walked out on the balcony. 

As if timing couldn't have been more perfect, a drunk girl stumbled out onto the balcony literally throwing herself at Timothée. She slurred her words making it difficult to understand her, but she was clearly making an attempt to flirt with Timothée. Awkwardly taking a moment to look at her phone Elisa noticed the time: 11:45pm. "Shit." she mumbled to herself. "What? Curfew?" Timothée asked looking at her. "Not exactly, my parents don't know I'm here, and I'm sure they've sent me a million messages wondering where the hell I am. I'd be surprised if they hadn't called the police by now." She sighed sounding slightly annoyed. "Want me to take you home? I don't mind." Timothée offered. Elisa scanned through the sea of people for her two friends only to see them both looking too wasted to drive. She knew Julie wouldn't answer so, he seemed to be her only option. "Um...sure. My friends look to drunk to drive and my sister brought me to school this morning." She sounded hesitant, but she really had no other choice. "Okay, my car is in the garage downstairs." He said heading back inside with Elisa following him, the realization hitting her, "Wait, this is your house??" She asked following him downstairs to a door leading to the garage where she found multiple sports cars all lined up in a row. Timothée walked to a Silver Grey Lexus and unlocked both sides before getting into the driver's seat and Elisa getting in the passenger seat. She gave him her address and he put it into the cars GPS. "Thankfully you don't live that far." He said smiling. She chuckled "Yeah.." 

The Lexus was filled with the medium volume of music from one of Timothée's Playlists, Elisa was just shocked at what had just occurred these past few hours and was trying to process everything. She went to a party, at a famous persons house, spoke to said famous person, and now was riding home with that famous person in their fucking Lexus. The car shortly pulled up to Elisa's house before she got out and closed the door behind her. The passenger window rolled down as she was walking to her door. Elisa smiled and turned around leaning on the side of the car. "Thank you for the ride home. I really appreciate it." She smiled at him. Timothée smiled back and replied "You're welcome miss....?" He asked not knowing her name. "Elisa. Elisa Rogers." she smiled. "Elisa. It was nice talking to you." Timothée said meeting her eyes one last time for the night. This time was different for Elisa, she felt slightly weak and had butterflies when she looked in his eyes. "It was nice talking to you too Timothée. Have a good night." She smiled before turning around and heading to her door. Once she heard him pullout of the neighborhood she sighed and said quietly to herself, "Holy Shit.."