in which her favorite perfume was honey wildflower and he loved it.
or
in which she fell for the curly haired french boy.
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(social media x real life)
(fem oc x timothée chalamet)
warning: this story uses matur...
i'm in the bathroom finishing up my final curls and retouching my makeup. i have highlight, slight blush, false eyelashes and tinted lip balm on for makeup. my curls are not tight nor loose, they ripple freely down my shoulders and back like water. i am wearing a sparkly burgundy dress that goes down to my mid thigh.
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i clean up my mess in the bathroom, turn out the light and walk over to mine and timothée's room. i reach into my drawer and grab out my favourite perfume, "honey wildflower." it smells exactly like the name, the floral scent of the flowers and the sugary sweet scent of the honey mix perfectly together.
i slip on my golden necklace that timothée got me for my birthday and some other gold jewelry like bracelets, rings and small, thickly hooped earrings. i put on my heeled sandals that have black rhinestones all over. i love these heels because a, they make me taller and b, they are beautiful.
after i have put my heels i take one last look in the mirror. i grab my clutch before making sure i have everything i need. i walk over to the door to open it but it swings open for me, revealing timothée with a surprised face.
"holy shit" he whispers under his breath.
"hello to you too" i laugh.
"where are you going?" he curiously questions.
"some random club" i answer moving aside so he can come inside.
"ah, with who?" he asks.
"hazel, madelyn, madison-" i start naming everyone before he interrupts "so just the normal group then?"
"no, i wasn't finished naming names" i reply.
"go on" he smiles.
"hazel, madelyn, madison, saroise, florence and zendaya" i grin.
"awesome! be careful though, saroise comes up with very bad ideas when she's drunk" he chuckles.
"i will keep that in mind" i giggle before kissing him.
"as much as i love you, and would love to talk for longer i am going to be late if i don't get my ass over to hazel's apartment" i breathe out.
"i love you!" he says.
"i love you!" i grin blowing him a kiss as i close the door.
"ryen!" he calls out.
"yeah?" i ask.
"you look stunning." he smiles.
"thank you" i smile back before running to him and giving him a huge hug and kiss.
"okay now i seriously have to go" i laugh.
"safe travels" he chuckles.
"of course!" i yell to him as i get in the elevator.
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"you're like two seconds late, loser" hazel playfully rolls her eyes as soon as i walk in the door. i still have my key to her apartment, i probably shouldn't, but i do.
"you're already drinking?" i ask with a laugh.
"yup!" madison giggles.
"pre-game baby" zendaya yells out in a funny voice, making us all giggle.
"how many pre-game drinks have you all had?" i question.
"like uh five" madelyn answers.
"five what?" i laugh with confused brows.
"shots!" florence giggles.
"she's such a lightweight" saroise chuckled.
"does this mean i have to take five shots, to get on the same level?" i ask.
"absolutely"
"yes"
"duh"
"do it"
"yeah"
"of course"
"alright, then i'll do five shots of- what is that?" i question mid sentence.
"vodka" hazel answers.
"five shots of vodka- vodka?! jesus christ i'm going to die" i laugh.
"that's your problem" madelyn giggles, grabbing five shot glasses from the table.
hazel pours the clear liquor into each glass carefully. once she's done she motions me over to her.
"ready?" she asks.
"are you timing me or some shit?" i laugh, they're acting like i'm running a marathon.
"someone time her" saroise yells out.
"on it!" florence giggles, opening her phone to the stopwatch.
"i'm recording this" zendaya laughs holding up her phone and pointing in my direction.
"okay, GO!" hazel screams.
i grab one glass, down it, grab another, down it and i repeat that three more times. it took my twenty three seconds to finish them all.
"damn!" saroise laughs.
"holy shit" i giggle as the liquid still burns in my throat.
"can i post this on my instagram story?" zendaya asks.
"yeah it's fine, it's not like i have a publicist or anything" i smile.
"you don't have a publicist?!" florence asks.
"no, i'm my own publicist, manager and bodyguard" i answer.
"i want to be like you when i grow up" she laughs.
"okay, should we head out now?" hazel asks.
"yeah, let's do it" madison confirms, grabbing hazel's hand, god they're so cute.
"where are we going? like what club?" i ask as we head out of the door.
"i don't even know, just the first place we find i guess" hazel says, but really giving an answer but i'll count it i guess.
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a/n
slightly short chapter, but there will be a second part to this chapter so you'll be fine until then🙄
