Info - greaser Timmy, breakup, motorcycle ride, 60s
"Hey there," Timothée said. "I heard you and Ace broke up. That's a real bummer."
"Yeah, he didn't want to be attached when he went to college," I said. I was reading a book under the tree. I'd been pretty isolated since Ace had dumped me. My friends were all acting weird and I realized they'd only liked me for Ace and the popularity they got by hanging out with me.
"I don't know how to make you feel better, but I could give you a motorcycle ride," he said with a grin. He really was very handsome. I bit my lip as I thought.
"Can you not do that," he chuckled awkwardly. "It's very sexy and I know I've got no chance with you."
I looked over to a group of girls around Ace. They were all tittering and kept glancing at me and Timothée.
"Yes, I'd like that," I agreed and let him help me up. He was shaky as he held me with the helmet, and forged one himself. When I put my arms around him I felt his breath hitch.
We sped off. He took me on a surprisingly picturesque ride. I enjoyed the warmth of his body and the rumble I felt in his chest when he spoke to me. Finally, he parked by a stream and helped me off. I lowered my feet into the water. He came and sat next to me.
"You look really pretty today, I mean, you look pretty everyday," he said nervously. I couldn't believe I made the leader of the thunder gang stumble over his words.
"I've always wanted to touch your hair, may I?" I asked him.
"Hell yeah!" He said with a grin. I ran my hands through it, despite the gel it was soft and I could imagine tugging on it.
"I dig it," I smiled.
"Y/n," he said desperately and took my hands.
"Yeah?"
"I just think you're the grooviest chick I've ever met. I can't stay away from you. I wanna be your guy," he said earnestly.
"Yeah? How can I trust you to be loyal? You've got a womanizer reputation."
"I'll be as loyal as a dog to you, I swear it. Cross my heart and hope to die, I'd do anything to get you to be my girl," he said with wide eyes and I was inclined to believe him.
"Alright Timmy, consider me a thunder girl now," I smiled.
"WOO HOO!" He cheered before he cupped my face and kissed me. I kissed him back and sighed. It was a wonderful kiss. I'd never had such a lovely kiss. My hands snuck under his leather jacket.
"You drive me crazy," he said.
"Show me," I chuckled. He beamed and kissed me heatedly.
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MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet
FanfictionI love Timothee and a lot of my suggestions turn into miniseries. These are my multipart series under 6 parts. I hope you enjoy this. I think it'll be well received. Lots of different topics and tropes.