The Lucky One | Timothée Chalamet

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Adélie

Okay, so my plan to behave perfect flew out the window about three shots in. Devon, being the saint that she is, managed to sneek in a bottle of tequila. So we all decided to just get really really drunk, and like I always do, I underestimated how much of a lightweight I really was, and right now, I was really fucking drunk.

Dancing hand in hand with Devon and Sophie and screaming the lyrics to 'Pretty Boy' to eachother was really everything I had dared to ask for tonight. It was loud, it was dark, and nobody seemed to recognize anyone out of our semi-famous friendgroup. Well, so I thought. At least until I noticed the people near us had their phones pointed at us instead of the band who's concert they were at.

Immediately I snapped out of it, my drunken state long forgotten as I freed myself from Devon and Sophie's grips on my hands. "I need some air!" I yelled in their ears so that they'd hear me over the loud music. They nodded understandingly at me and Devon gave my hand a quick squize before started to make my way out of the stadium and toward the parking lot I knew would be deserted right now.

Timothée

You know what, concerts are pretty shit. I haven't been free to do the things that I like for a very long time, is enjoying myself withouth any hysterical fans going up to me and requesting selfies, really that much to ask? I know, I know, I should be grateful for them. And I am. But I never  knew that sacrificing my privacy was obligated if you were a celebrity.

Which is why I fled, yes you read that right, I, a 26 year old man, actually fled from some fans I was seated next to at a concert. Not even to mention that one of my favourite bands was performing and I was now missing it, to sit in some empty parking lot of the venue the concert was held at. Kind of pathetic if you ask me, or if you read the texts my friends are inevitably sending me right now. I didn't even give them a warning before I decided it was time for me to head out.

So here I was, sitting on the ground, by myself. Until I could make out a shadow by the entrance, a girl presumably, the shadow quickly turned into a silhoutte as the girl got closer to me. She didn't seem to notice me as she slightly stumbled her way to the edge of the parking lot roof thing, whatever it's called.

Noticing her drunken state I pulled myself of the ground before this idiot would accidentally throw herself of a roof.

And surely, she was gripping the edge so hard her knuckles were white and she leaned over the edge to look at the night sky. "Isn't it sad you can't see the stars because of all the city lights?" she asked me, apparently she had already senced my presence.

"Well, the city never was famous for it's stargazing oppertunities." I replied with a little laugh in my voice. She tore away her gaze from the skyline before her and focused on me.

"You're pretty." She said.

Well, I didn't know how to reply to that. Luckily she didn't seem like she was expecting one, her eyes on the view again. "Do you have a cigarette?" I looked at her kind of startled, I hadn't a girl dresses head to toe in pastel colours to smoke.

"Are you even old enough to smoke?" I fired back at her.

Okay, wrong choice of words. Her eyebrows scrunched together and an angry look took over her face as she opened her mouth to, no doubt, cuss me out or something. "I'm 22 thank you very much, I just left my purse in the venue and I need a cigarette. I'm sick of everyone treating me like I'm a child, I can handle myself. I have been handling myself, jesus." She scoffed.

I started a response but quickly stopped myself, I didn't really know what to say anyways. So I just grabbed the pack of cigarettes from my backpocket and wordlessly gave it to her. She stuck it in her mouth and leaned over as I lighted it for her.

"Thanks." She mumbled, a cloud of smoke escaping her pretty lips.