precious- timothée chalamet

chapter twenty-four

EVE! HOW ARE YOU!" SAOIRSE RONAN exclaimed when Timmy and Eve joined her in the corner booth at a pizza place later that same night. She had stood up, engulfing both of them in tight hugs that Eve wished she could have anytime she wished, Saoirse was just so wonderful.

"I'm feeling much better. More myself." Eve said with a giggle as she scooted into the booth. Her and Timmy sat on the same side, his hand resting on her thigh while she leaned into him. "Just needed some rest and grocery shopping, I guess."

"Sounds therapeutic," Saoirse grinned, sipping her iced tea. "I saw those photos of you guys earlier, you guys looked so cute."

"I looked pissed." Eve admitted, pinching the bridge of her nose. "But at least some people get the idea that Timmy's taken."

She felt Timothée chuckle beside her, looking up at him and smiling. "I gotta compete with all the preteens who have decided he'll be the next white boy of the month."

Saoirse cringed, "I've noticed that too."

The waiter came by and took their drink orders, then Eve took a second to look over all the pizza options. "Are either one of you a Hawaiian pizza kind of person?" She asked.

Saoirse shrugged, "Depends. Not the biggest fan."

"Depends for me too," Timmy replied. He peered down at the menu with a concentrated look on his face, his finger guiding him as he read all the options. "What about a nice and simple margherita? I know that's your favorite."

Eve grinned, feeling butterflies in her stomach at that simple gesture, the fact he paid attention to what pizza she normally ordered was so sweet to her. "I'm down with that. Saoirse, what do you think?"

Saoirse read the menu, cocking her head. The waiter came back and brought Eve her lemonade and Timmy his iced tea, then asked about their orders. The three of them decided on one margherita pizza and one sausage pizza, then the waiter left them alone again.

"So, I have exciting news for you guys," Saoirse started with a grin. She held her hands out, grabbing their free hands and squeezing them. "I got the part in Greta's new film."

Timmy's eyes widened, a shocked laugh escaping his lips, "Oh my god, that's amazing." He squeezed Saoirse's hand. "I haven't heard back yet."

Eve looked between the two, "Wait, that Greta film was something you both auditioned for?"

The two of them nodded and Eve shook her head, "It was bad enough Ladybird, how will I handle sitting through another movie with you guys in it? You're both so hot and sexy."

Timmy gave her a coy smile, "If I get the role then I'll be even hotter and sexier."

Eve gasped, her hand to her chest, "How is that even possible?"

"Because nineteenth century garb makes everyone hot, if done correctly." Saoirse commented with a knowing look.

"Ooh, a nineteenth century story?" The redhead was intrigued, sitting forward and grinning widely. "Is it a classic?"

"I would say so," Timmy said. "It's all still up in the air, at least for me."

"I'm sure you'll get it," Saoirse patted his hand. "You were one of the best choices, I think they're letting the main four know first before they tell anyone else they got the part."

The brunette boy shrugged, sipping his iced tea. "I hope I get it, I'd love working with you and Greta again."

Eve gave him a small peck on the cheek, brightening his demeanor as he smiled at the action. He leaned into her as they continued talking to Saoirse, this time about Coachella and if any of them would be going. Timmy admitted that he was looking into going and that his management offered to pay for exposure's sake, Eve squealing after she looked up the lineup and asked if she could come with. Saoirse got excited too, realizing she would be free for both Coachella weekends, the three of them then began to plot a trip all together in between Timmy's filming schedule while they waited for their dinner.