MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Mistletoe (the end)

Info - enemies to lovers, whipped Timmy, PDA

I hated to say it, I really did, but as we continued to film, I realized Timothée had changed. He wasn't the young cocky teen anymore. He was a man, a wise, caring, talented, handsome, man. I found that despite myself, I was falling for him.

Today was the last day of filming. I couldn't believe it'd gone by so fast. Every day Timothée had tried different things to woo me. He made jokes, bought me lunch, got me flowers, made a treasure hunt, played piano for me, but today, he hadn't even spoken to me yet. I was sad, I'd planned on admitting he'd won me over today.

He worked through his scenes with easy talent but didn't speak to me still. Lunch rolled around and he chose to sit away from me. I resolutely got up and marched to him. I slammed my tray down beside him.

He looked at me in shock. His startled look stay in place as I sat down.

"So where is it?" I demanded.

"Where's what?" He asked.

"Your move today?" I asked.

"Oh, that," he said and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair.

"I give up, I've been trying for a year, and nothing. I'll leave you alone."

"Try one more time," I whispered. His eyes lit up, but then he looked wary like I might be mocking him.

"Ummmm," he floundered, not having prepared. "Wanna go on a date? I'll buy."

"Yes," I said with a smile and he looked at me in utter shock.

"Really!" He asked. I boldly moved and straddled him. I kissed him feverishly and he groaned into my mouth. I ran my hands through his curls like I'd often wanted to do. He cupped my face desperately. Finally, I pulled back, and he was all bright and giggly.

"It's nice to kiss my girl without having to find a mistletoe," he said at last.

"That's right Timmy, your girl," I sighed.