MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

My Fuck Buddies Roomate P1

Info - fuck buddy, insomnia, attraction to a stranger

Tyler was a decent guy and a great fuck. That was the most I could say about him honestly. We didn't know each other that well after all. He was MY on and off again.... something. Definitely not my on again off again boyfriend, Tyler had made it abundantly clear he didn't want anything serious. He also wasn't a friend with benefits, because we'd never really been friends. I guess he was just a summer fling. Truth was, I didn't really want anything with Tyler either, he wasn't exactly what I'd call "boyfriend material" at least for me anyway. So it was all fine. Just fine, except that I longed for an intimate relationship, I wanted to be someone's and for someone to be mine. However, I guess this was good for the time being, I'd been having trouble meeting people anyway

Tonight was the first time Tyler had let me sleepover at his place after we had sex. I'd tried to explain to him many times that me staying wouldn't mean we were committing to one another, but that it would be more for convenience sake. I hated the walk from his apartment building to the main road to catch a taxi. The street lights always seemed to be out, or flickering and every noise I heard made me imagine a potential attacker. I had all but begged him to either fuck me in the day time or let me stay the night. He'd chosen the latter as he worked all day.

So now I slept over until the morning. I liked his flat, it had very comfortable chairs and a big television. Sometimes, when I couldn't sleep at night, I'd go watch something on his Netflix and try to doze off. Tonight was one of those nights.

I'd gently crept out from Tyler's large room. Now I had the tv on low volume and put on Criminal Minds. I hummed as I scrolled through the episodes landing on one in the 3rd season. I played Tetris on my phone as I watched, I always needed to be doing something with my hands.

Suddenly, something or someone sat on the couch, and the leather made a sound under their weight. I turned, fully expecting to see Tyler. I thought maybe I'd woken him up and needed to apologize, but it was someone completely new to me.

An extremely handsome boy, maybe in his early twenties, could've been younger, sat across from me with a stunned look on his face.

This boy was ethereal, otherworldly almost in his beauty. His delicate milk colored skin was interrupted only by a freckle here and there which added to his boyish charm. His big green eyes were surrounded by thick lashes, and seemed to shine even in the dim room. His lips were pink and his hair was dark and curly. He could've been in his early twenties, but I would've believed a younger age as well.

I realized I was still staring, but then again so was he. The confused innocent state of someone completely perplexed by their situation. He looked as though the last thing he'd expected was to sit down and find another person on the couch. His mouth still hung slightly open, the bag of chips he'd brought with him about to slip. He caught it just in time.

"Who are you?" He asked politely.

"I'm y/n," I replied quickly.

"Ohhhhhh," The boy said knowledgeably.

"What?" I asked.

"Tyler's new fuckbuddy," the boy laughed as my face scrunched up into a frown. I didn't really like that term.

"I'm not his," I began, but honestly, what else could you describe me as? We weren't exclusive.

"You're not?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, we aren't really, nor have we ever been friends, so the buddy part doesn't work," I said weakly.

"Nice save," the boy laughed. "But hey, no judgement from me, it's your body, I just hope you don't want any more because that guy can not commit."

"I don't," I responded quickly.

"Well good then," he was grinning still, and it was absolutely infatuating.

"And who are you?" I asked, remembering I still didn't know his name.

"I'm Timothée," he said slinging his hand towards me. I took it and shook. "Tyler's roommate."

"Roommate?" I was surprised. "Tyler never mentioned-"

"Yeah, well, he wouldn't," Timothée interjected.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Because of the curse," Timothée said and then made a ghost noise and wiggles his fingers towards me.

"What?" I said utterly confused.

"Tyler has this theory that I'm cursed, romantically, because every time he gets a new girl, and they meet me, something happens."

"Likeee," I prompted.

"One of them wanted him to meet her parents, another one got fired from her supermodel gig, one got a job in Iceland and moved. He even claims one's husband came back from the dead."

"Really?" I laughed, it seemed incredibly childish.

"Well not the dead exactly, apparently he'd been faking it because of gambling debts."

"And you believe him?" I asked.

Timothée shrugged.

"Don't you think it's possible he doesn't want you around anyone he's with because you're better looking than he is?" I asked. I then blushed, realizing what I'd just admitted to, but let's face it, this kid was practically a god among men.

"Possibly," the corner of Timothée's mouth turned up into a grin, but he didn't comment on what I'd said any further.

The next week I found myself sleepless again. I went out, secretly hoping Timothée would be there even if he hadn't been all week.

"Hello again," Timothée greeted from his place on the couch.

"Hi," I said slowly. I'd been thinking about him nonstop. He was just so charming.

"Wanna watch a movie with me?" He asked.

"Why are you even up?" I asked, moving closer, hands diving into his chip bag, all signals for him to put on a movie.

"Insomnia," he said over a mouthful.

"Oh same," I smiled. We enjoyed the movie but it was hard not to stare at him the whole time.