My Leading Man | Timothée Chalamet

chapter thirteen

Right before I fell asleep that night, my phone buzzed. I rubbed my eyes and turned it on.

hey violet! this is max. i'm glad you texted ;) showed on my screen from the contact labeled "In-N-Out Boy." I know. Very creative. But before I could respond, sleep overtook me and next day's production began before I knew it.

Filming today took place at a park - we had to postpone the hotel scenes till next week - right outside of inner city L.A., and we got there nice and early at 6:30 am to utilize the morning's golden hour, which would look like sunset in the film. All we were shooting today was a long scene of Theo and Naomi simply getting to know each other, and things went well. Smoothly.

We had to stop filming by ten, because the sun was getting too high, so we broke for an early lunch with plans to continue at five that evening.

I was walking to the bus stop, planning to just go home and hang around Dayna's apartment for the next several hours, when Ava ran up to me, slightly out of breath. "Hey," she huffed. "Listen. Me and some of the guys were thinking of hanging around here for a while, at least until filming again tonight. Wanna come?"

I was surprised. I didn't realize some of the crew was already hanging out with each other. I felt like a proud mom, seeing my crew already becoming friends, and felt doubly honored to be asked to join them. "Sure. Who's going?"

"Me, Casey and Evan. And looks like-" she trailed off, glancing back at them, only to find them talking to Timothée. And Timothée glancing at me. Ava turned back to me. "Yeah. They mentioned possibly inviting Timothée. Guess they did." She paused, watching them again. "So just the four of us. And you."

My heart thrummed in excitement. "Sounds great! Mind if I invite Syd?"

"Yeah. No problem. Then just come find me and we'll head out."

Once I had Syd in tow, our little group piled into the twins' car, who told us they first wanted to go to this cool record store in the area before getting lunch.

Evan drove an old, green Jeep Cherokee with the windows down. Casey took shotgun, then we realized we couldn't all fit in their third row, so Casey offered to share his seat up front, which Syd happily agreed to. Then, Timothée slid into the left seat, I took middle, and Ava climbed in on my right side.

It was tight.

Each of my legs were pressed against those next to me, and I very quickly became aware of the size difference between Timothée's and my legs. I inwardly groaned, but it was just as quickly overruled by the thrill I got at touching him.

Most of the ride was filled with Casey and Syd flirting, with Timothée and Ava occasionally joining the conversation. I mostly just watched out the window and let my hair blow in the wind, when I felt my hair get slightly tugged.

I turned to my left, only to find Timothée lightly trying to bat my hair away from his face.

"OhmygoshI'msosorry!" I rushed out, anxiously trying to reign my hair back in.

Timothée let out a hardy laugh. "Don't be! It's funny."

I felt my face burn as I tried to control it to no avail. The wind was too strong and there was just so much hair. "Ah- geez. This is so embarrassing." I yanked a ponytail off my wrist and pulled it all into a big bun, sitting at the nape of my neck. Ava was laughing too, and their laughter helped ease some of my self-consciousness.

I turned to Tim again. "Really. I am so sorry." I barked out a laugh.

He chuckled again. "It's fine. In fact, it was kinda nice. Your hair smells good." This little comment brought a big round of laughs from the car, and I laughed too, but a small something in my abdomen got fluttery with excitement at his words. I turned my focus back outside, just in time to see us pull up to the record store.