MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Class clown p2

Info - Timothée being annoying, self deprecation, nervous, makeout, boob jokes, feeling up, bragging

I was on my date with Timothée and he was being so obnoxious. Everything was a joke or a pun. It was getting to the point I wanted to rip my hair out. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"You sound like an untalented Chandler Bing," I snapped and the way he deflated made me want to turn back time. He completely shrunk in on himself. His cocky persona was ripped away and I saw who he really was. He was a nervous boy on a date with someone he really liked.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm insufferable. I-I just know it's the only thing I've got going for me. I'm not popular, or particularly smart. I don't play sports other than soccer for fun. I'm not cute or interesting, but I'm funny. I've liked you for all of highschool. Now I'm fucking up my only chance. I'll go," he said and made to get up. I grabbed his hand.

"Come here you," I said fondly, and I saw hope bloom in his eyes.

"I like you too, but you can't just be funny. I want to know the real you. I agreed to the date because I like you too. I've seen your performances at school and I'd say you're pretty damn talented. Your jokes are funny when they aren't constant. Also, for the record, I find you extremely attractive, and very interesting when you're genuine."

"You really mean that?" He asked, intertwining our fingers, and rubbing his thumb along my hand.

"Absolutely, let's start over, and just be you. If you think of a joke and tell it, that's fine, but just be yourself. I want a date with Timothée, not the class clown, okay!"

Once he was authentic, the date went better than any I'd ever been on. He was charming, interesting, and he definitely was smart. He made me smile, and laugh, and feel warm and appreciated.

Once we were at my door he was nervous, feet shuffling. He opened his mouth.

"If you're about to make a bad joke, don't," I begged.

"I was actually going to use some cheesy line, but I guess I'll be honest. I really enjoyed myself. If you want to go out again I'm game. Also, I'd like to kiss you," he said sheepishly.

"Hmmm, well let me be honest. I had an amazing time, we're definitely doing it again because you're my boyfriend now, and we aren't going to kiss, we're gonna have a nice makeout," I smiled at him. He looked like he'd won the lottery.

"Wow!" He said in response. "You're fucking awesome. Can I tell my friends I bagged the hottest girl in school?"

"You better," I said putting my arms around his neck. "Also all those boob jokes were really telling, feel free to feel me up while we kiss."

"Fuck, I really, really like you," he said before smashing his lips to mine.