timothée chalamet requests

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"Why are you asking me?" I ask, going into my dressing room and flip through the costumes hanging on the rack.

"Well, I want to know what you think." he says, sitting on my couch.

"Why would my opinion matter?" I ask with a lump forming in my throat "You're the one who wants to go out with her, not me."

"You're my best friend y/n," he says and I stop from flipping past the next costume "and I feel like I need your approval."

"You need my approval? Am I your best friend or your mother?" I turn to look at him.

Timothée has asked my advice and option on the aspects of his love life: blooming relationships, dates, girls he simply finds attractive and wants to go out with, etc.

And I help him, because that's what a best friend is supposed to do. But it gets tiresome, and also heartbreaking, to have to do it all the time when I wish all of those girls were me.

He clicks his tongue in his mouth and gets up.

"Timothée, wait."

"Just forget it." he says opening the door and slamming it closed.

I rest the side of my face on the clothing rack's cold metal bar, and sigh.

After I put on my new costume for the scene, I walk back on set. I see Timothée talking to the director, nodding along to whatever he's saying.

He makes eye contact with me for a split second and quickly breaks it, staring down at the floor.

The lump in my throat forms again and I feel like my stomach drops. I approach them both.

Timothée and I are best friends, we have been for years. And we have never been more excited to be working on and starring in the same movie together for the first time.

The plot is of two young adults meeting in a big city, falling head over heels in love.

It's not like either of us to do cheesy movies, but we took the deal anyway because we don't think the opportunity of working together on will come again, at least not in a short amount of time.

It's convenient that the plot is of two young adults falling head over heels in love after meeting in a big city because we're practically living it. Well, I am.

Timothée and I did in fact meet in New York, a big city, and we're two young adults. And God, I am totally and completely head over heels in love with him.

I know they say you shouldn't fall in love with your costar(s) but I'm helpless. How could you not fall in love with Timothée Chalamet?

The plot and script of the movie certainly don't weaken my feelings, they strengthen them.

"Ready?" the director asks me as the crew finishes setting up the lighting for the scene.

"Yeah." I nod.

four hours later...

"Have a good night." I say walking past a crew member who's already leaving.

"You too." they smile. I go into my dressing room and lock the door, stripping off my costume and hanging it back up on the clothes rack.

I go into my duffel bag and throw on the hoodie and sweats I wore to set this morning. I sit at my vanity and get rid of my heavy makeup.

After I've "undone" myself, I gather the rest of my belongings to leave. I turn off the lights and close the door behind me.

I walk down the hallway and go down the stairs.