i miss you, i'm sorry → timothée chalamet.

O10. → mickey

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mickey

october 21, 2021 ( five months after ) - mickey

ever since greta introduced lily-rose depp to haley, the two girls became instant friends. they only knew each other beforehand from various fashion shows and modeling events and sure, they knew each other as "timmy's ex". fortunately, it didn't make things uncomfortable between them because he and lily were actually on speaking terms and remained friends.

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they arrived at haley's apartment after she had a long day of filming out in new york. lily dropped her bags upon entry and sprawled on the couch like she did countless nights before.

"did you see that trending interview of timothée and zendaya? it's all over twitter and instagram, everything," mentioned lily.

"there are lots of trending videos of them, lily. be more specific. is this the bff test? from buzzfeed?"

"so you watched it!" haley's friend exclaimed triumphantly.

"i was bored," shrugged haley, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"his apartment really is a mess. but no, that's not it, it's the one where he's giving this deep-ass answer and zendaya's just like 'huh?' because he's being too eloquent for no good reason."

"oh i think i know that. 'you are the master of your fate, you are the captain of your soul?"

"girl, you miss him baddd," lily observed.

"nah, i just saw it on my for you page. it was just like, a few seconds. everyone thinks he's so amazing for being so deep when actually he's quoting this poem, invictus. he actually recited it in a play he did, i think it was called the prodigal son? with the dead poets society dude."

lily just stared.

"i'm just saying!" haley raised her hands in surrender. "it's not original."

"i think you should talk to him."

"i don't." shot back haley.

"i want pizza."

"want me to doordash something?" she replied.

"no, i want to experience the thrill when it comes to buying pizza," lily said, grabbing her friend's arm and pulling her out the door.

haley began to protest and tried to drag lily back inside when they they heard a set of footsteps coming from the stairs beside them. an old man carrying four boxes of pizza came into view, and somehow, he made his task look elegant, walking with a unique sophistication and grace. he definitely didn't look like someone who should be carrying four pizza boxes all alone.

"mr. wilson!" haley exclaimed, in recognition of her neighbor. they never spoke except for a couple of hellos and how are yous here and there, but she was familiar with what he looked like. he stopped in front of the door across hers, struggling to put the boxes down and find his keys.