paper love - timothée chalamet

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"Xana!"

"Yeah?"

No answer. 

My name's Xana Alise Trishelle. I'm seventeen years old and welcome to my crazy, chaotic life. 

"Xana, Timmy's here!" 

Who is Timmy, you might ask?

Well, Timothée Hal Chalamet is my mother fucking best friend, bitches. 

But he isn't famous or anything, he's just my favourite person in the entire universe. And I'm the luckiest person in the world to have him as my best friend. Right now, I am in my backyard, pushing my little sister, Arabella (who is 1 and 1/2 years old) on the swings. I love and adore her to bits. She's adorable, dark brown hair cut in feathery bangs, eyes as dark brown as mine, a cute little button nose, and a smile with only too front teeth to display (at least for now). 

I stop pushing her and pick her up from the swing, setting her on my right hip and starting to walk towards my house. "There you are Xana, go hurry Timothée's been waiting for you in his car," Mom says as she takes Bella from me and ushers me out the door. "Why didn't he just come inside?" I ask as I kick off my slippers and put on my shoes. "He yelled from the car window that it's important. He's in a rush, I assume." Mom says, Bella escaping from her grip and wrapping her tiny arms around me. "Now, come here Arabella we don't want Xana to be late." Bella pouts at me as Mom picks her up and I wave at her. "Bye Mom!" I yell as I run out the door. "Bye!" Bella screams. 

I see Timmy's blue car parked in our driveway and Timmy sitting inside, waiting for me. I open the passenger door seat and slide in, slightly panting. "Finally." greets Timmy while reversing out of the driveway, his hand on the top edge of my seat. "You took forever," he says, both hands on the steering wheel now. "Yeah, sorry I was with Bella," I say as I bend over in my seat to tie my laces. Once I'm done, I sit up straight in my seat and look over at Timmy.

Timothée Chalamet, soft brownish blackish curly hair, the most clearest skin I've ever seen, dreamy green eyes, a perfect nose, a jawline that could cut glass, and the cutest gummy smile that never fails to make me melt. Today his curls are fluffy like when he wakes up and I'm guessing he forgot to comb his hair today, even if it's 2 pm. I smile at his appearance anyways, he always looks great to me. He glances at me and we share a quick smile before his eyes are back on the road. "Where are we headed today?" I ask, looking out the window at the busy streets of Toronto.  "The park, duh." he answers."We don't have much time because you have to eat lunch with us." "Well, what's Nicole making?" I ask. "Pasta," he says simply. "Deal," I say. 

He smirks triumphantly. "Do you know we have school tomorrow?" he asks. I nod my head. "Yeah. The weekend flew by fast. We didn't even get to go to Walmart." Timmy sighs and tucks his hair behind his ear with literally his whole hand and I smile. I've known Timmy ever since we were babies. We grew up together, and soon, as we got our driving licence, we go to Walmart or any other store and just fool around, having fun. "Maybe tomorrow we can go if we don't get homework." He groans. "Well your gonna be busy anyway, hanging out with Preston." he says stubbornly.

BITCH I HATE PRESTON IT'S JUST THE TEACHER THAT MAKES US WORK TOGETHER 

I smack the back of his head. 

"Ow Xana!" he exclaims."What was that for?" 

"You were being a bitch." I say simply, opening up my phone. 

"Was not." 

"Was too."

"Was-"

"There's no use arguing with me, Timothée. I'm right, you're wrong, get over it bitch." I say, opening up the camera app. Timmy closes his mouth shut and I resist the urge to laugh at his pouty and mad face. "Oh, and smile for the camera, I love how you look right now." 

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I DID IT! I WROTE MY FIRST CHAPTER! also to whoever's reading this: you're hot, and Timmy doesn't know what he's missing on. Anyways don't forget to vote and comment and love Timmy. 

BYE BITCHES