The morning after, Vivienne canceled her plans with Timothée. She didn't care if she was being immature, he hurt her, and she needed to get back at him. This is how the conversation played out...
Timothée
Vivienne: hey. Canceling tonight's plans. Sorry. Timothée: oh... okay. Vivienne: yeah. Timothée: is there a particular reason why? Vivienne: not really. Just feeling a bit under the weather. Timothée. Sorry to hear that. Talk to you soon? Vivienne. Sure. Ok.
Fucking Awkwardddddddddd.
Viv got to thinking on her plan to give Timothée a taste of his own medicine. What she was about to do didn't make her proud in the slightest, but it got the job done. She knocked on her roommate's door. Liam was sprawled on his bed, scrolling on TikTok. Vivienne walked up, and sat on the corner of his mattress. "What do you want?" Liam asked. "A favorrrrr." Vivienne said in sing-songy manner. "And why would I do that?" "Because you were an asshole yesterday. I deserve some reparations." She began to play with her hair, averting her eyes from him. To cbe fair, he was quite intimidating. "Fine. What do you want?" "You know the boy I took home last night?" "Duh..." "He has some posts with another girl on instagram. They seem pretty flirty. I wanna do the same thing... but with you. It'll really grind his gears!" "Viv..." "Liam..." "What's in it for me?" "You get to be flirty with me, without me yelling at you. Plus.. again.. you owe me." "There's no getting out of this, is there?" "Nope. Get ready. Meet me downstairs. I'll be ready for the photo in a few." "You're a fucking mess, Vivienne." "I know. Not trying to hide it." Vivienne ran back downstairs, proud with what she was whipping up.
They met in the living room, and had a full on photoshoot. The two had a blast. Vivienne and Liam had trouble picking pictures to use for the post, giving the fact that they took over twenty. They finally ended up deciding on a cover photo. With just one click, Vivienne posted, and awaited commentary from a certain person in particular. That persons name happened to start with a T.
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Thirty minutes go bye. Nothing. An hour. Nothing. An hour and a half. Still nothing. As she began to give up, she finally got text notifications from Timothée.
Timothée.
Timothée: your new post.. the fuck? Vivienne: what about it? Timothée: Liam... also, you said you were feeling "under the weather." Clearly not enough to not hang out with your roommate. Vivienne: what do you want for me to say? Timothée: I don't know... just- wow. I thought you were going to hang out with me. Vivienne: why don't you hang out with "ma favorite girl?" Timothée: bro what... Vivienne: don't play dumb with me. Timothée: this is so shitty. Vivienne: no. You know what's shitty? This: *Vivienne shared an image*
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Timothée: this isn't what it looks like. Vivienne: I think it kinda is.. Timothée: meet me at my apartment. Now. We have some talking to do.
A/N: to be continued... making those lil fake insta posts are so hard lmao. It's all worth it though. Sorry if they look shitty, I tried. Je vous aime, Eliana Chalamet.
