his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

12

"you wanna find out where the stairs to the rooftop is at?" timothée randomly asked.

"are we finding the star again?"

"you know me so well," he says.

we went up the stairs, which took forever. till we made it to the roof. opening the grey metal doors, it was dark. the night had a tint of blue.

i looked over at timothée, i saw sparks.

i loved him so much.

"by the way, i kept something in my bag," i say, i go into my bag, handing him the bear.
"kept it preserved and secured, someday belle might want it back,"

"belle would've loved you, i know she would," he gave a faint smile, his eyes dropped, he was hurting.

"i hope so. i want to make a good impression for her," i say, looking up the sky, timothée is standing behind me, his hand placed around my waist and his head on between my shoulder and neck.

"you think we can spot flynn? our star," timothée whispers in my ears.

i squint my eyes a little, pointing. "the brightest star will always be flynn!" i say, seeing the glistening star, shine above us.

timothée smiles, "okay. so, there you are flynn," looking up at the star.

"do you think we have to keep running?"

"yes. till we are off the radar. tomorrow we are relocating," timothée says. "further up north, four hour drive," he says,

my head pounded from all the chaos. it was no more stillness, the madness has begun. "have you ever seen those monsters?"

"yes. have you?"

i nod, "no."
"what does it look like?"

"how everyone else explains it. the size of a building. it in fact does look like something created from hell,"

"do you think they're bad?"

"no,"
"i don't know a single good person the monster killed, only those who are trying to kill it,"
"maybe it is out of fear and frustration that are causing these 'monsters' to go insane, but they aren't bad,"

and there i agreed that the monsters weren't bad.
technically we all shared the same blood and i wasn't bad—so those monsters weren't.

❥ ❥ ❥

the next day was leaving day, we all gathered in the car, making it to our next destination, the roads were long, filled with an endless amount of trees.

"i said that about clyde?" sophie says, her and i were in the back seat. both clyde and timothée were in the front.

"yeah," we all say.

"that is so embarrassing!" sophie covers her face, signing.

"i was quite honored actually," clyde smiled, sophie slaps his arm gently out of embarrassment.

"alright who wants the playing the spotting game," timothée says.

"the spotting game?" i asked.

"it's just a game clyde and i used to play when we were younger,"
"you basically spot something you see, till we run out. it's a way of passing time," clyde adds.

"got it?" timothée looks back. we all nod.
"i'll go first, tree,"

"soil..." i say, with a questioning face.

"car,"
"tires,"
"roads,"
"sky,"
"sun,"
"radio,"
"cigarette box,"

soon enough we named everything, now it was back to timothée.