You're My Safe Place

"the death of me"

Timothée 3rd per. POV

The second Timothée landed that day he had just wanted to see her. He didn't know why he had felt so out of place in Boston, normally he loved his job, even when it took him away from home.

He chalked it up to homesickness, but when he arrived to his apartment earlier that day, the void was still un filled.

It wasn't until he reached out to Brooklynn, heard her voice and saw those kind dark brown eyes, that he felt at peace again.

Spending time with her eased his mind, messing around in her kitchen. She made the simplest moments feel as if he was living in a happy memory.

As he stood over the stove, his mind wandered back to their conversation.

"What did you say?"

"I told him yes."

She had told him yes.

Which is fair... I mean Timothée and her were just friends,

right?

They hung out like friends, they talked like friends. They've never kissed.

Why was the idea of her wanting to get back with her ex so painful for Timothée.

And why did being that close to her and feeling her breath on his lips make him lose his mind.

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His mind swirled with millions of thoughts as he moved about the kitchen trying to make the best meal possible.

Every so often he'd look up from his boiling pasta to see Brooklynn dancing a bit in her chair to the Frank Ocean song she had playing.

"I'll be the boyfriend!" She sang loudly getting up from her stool to make her way to Timothée.

"In your wet dreaaaaams tonight" She sang even louder draping her arms over his shoulders pulling him from his work.

He tried to fight the smile forming.

"Noses on the rail" She dragged him across the kitchen as he resisted the music.

"Little virgin wears the white" She twirled Timothée as he began to give in with a laugh.

"You cut your hair but you used to live a blonded life!" They sang in unison Brooklynn jokingly tugging on Timothée's brown locks.

With the help of the wine Brooklynn had been sipping on while Timothée was hard at work, she blissfully sung at the top of her lungs, dragging Timothée around the apartment behind her.

After the chorus the two collapsed on the couch next to each other breathing heavy.

Brooklynn's head had found its way to Timothée's chest, he hoped she couldn't hear the speeding pace of his heart.

"Keep a place for me, for me
I'll sleep between y'all, it's nothing
Keep a place for me"

Frank Ocean now being the only voice left in the room.

Timothée stared down at Brooklynn's head wanting so badly to gently take his hand and stroke it so she knew he was right there with her. That she was real.

He began to him slightly under his breath.

Brooklynn absentmindedly played with his right hand that he'd left lying in front of her.

She messed with the rings adorning his fingers as his breath hitched.

God, this girl will be the death of me, Timothée thought to himself feeling her gentle touch wash over every part of his body.

She smiled softly, "I like this one" she said, pulling on his index finger where he wore a dark silver ring that he'd had for as long as he could remember.

It was his favorite too, that's why he didn't hesitate to say, "Do you want it?"

She propped up a bit.

"What? Oh no, that's not what I meant-"

"No, no, please take it. I have a bunch just like it"
He said, lying through his teeth. He'd never been able to find one just like it. He lost it once, when he was around 17, and he spent hours online trying to find the same one but never did. He cried that night, but found it the next day placed under his night stand, a place he could've sworn he'd checked before.

"Timothée I-"

He sushed her gently and slowly pulled the ring of his finger.

He gestured for her hand, which she placed in his. For the third time that night, his breath hitched.

He slowly tried to find which finger had the best fit, first her index then her thumb, then it finally found the perfect resting space on her middle finger.

He laughed a bit at the intimacy of placing a ring on the finger of this girl he barely knew who was also most likely still in love with her ex.

"What?" She asked, looking at him innocently twirling the ring on her finger.

"Oh nothing, it just... it suits you" He said, which to his pleasure elicited a kind smile from Brooklynn.

"Thanks Timmy" She said resting her head back down on his chest shifting a bit which caused his arm to drop from the back of the couch and onto her shoulder.

He tended for a second, but she only nestled deeper into his touch and fluttered her eyes closed.

This girl will be the death of me.

a/n

hey!!! i know it has been forever! i have just been getting settled at school and trying to stay on track. here's a shorter update but i will try to stay more up to date and take advantage of the time when i go home for breaks