Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

My Boyfriend's Sister's Boyfriend (P1)

Warnings - drinking, thinking of cheating, bad relationship, toxic friend, mentions of transphobia

I walked into the pub. My boyfriend, Dillon, was at my side. We'd been dating a little over a year and it was.....okay. Fine, nice, whatever you want to say. By this time I'd convinced myself "the spark" didn't really exist. You ended up with someone who met most of your desires, and you went with it. That night, my opinion changed.

Dillon was an old family friend. His parents and mine had been thick as thieves. When they'd had kids, they encouraged us to be friends. I'd actually had a crush on him when we'd been young, then we'd gone into a phase of hardly talking. Eventually, he joined my school, and he'd asked me out years after we graduated. I'd been so surprised I said yes, even though I wasn't that attracted to him. Ever since then, it'd been easier to just be with him. I didn't want to ruin the relationship between our families.

I was going to be meeting Dillon's sister's new boyfriend. I wasn't the biggest fan of his sister. She was the type to say things she knew would bug you, just to get a reaction. I wasn't one who was able to hide my feelings well.

Dillon hated most social outings. I wasn't the biggest fan either, but we hadn't been out together in ages. I was sick of going to his house to watch marvel movies, and eat fudge.

Dillon was talking to me about some vague computer part he'd ordered. I tried to listen, I really did, but I just didn't get that kind of stuff. I would have been more willing to try if he didn't openly mock nearly all my hobbies. He didn't understand why it bothered me. I never did the same to him.

"Oh there she is," Dillon waved to his sister, but I couldn't pay attention to her. Beside her was the most gorgeous creature I'd ever seen. He was tall, with curly dark hair. His form was slender, just like I preferred, with soft pale skin and hazel eyes. I was transfixed by him. I followed his every movement as he walked along with his girlfriend.

That's when he looked up. When our eyes met, it was like the world stopped turning for a minute. There it was, that spark, the thing I'd stopped believing in. It seemed he felt it too because he had stopped in his tracks. He was no longer following his girlfriend, he was staring at me. Neither of us were moving, I wasn't even sure if I was breathing. How was this happening?

"He looks like a stoner," Dillon said, breaking me from my reverie.

"He does not," I snapped, oddly protective of this man I didn't know. "You be nice!" I ordered.

"Alright, alright," he rolled his eyes.

When I turned back around, they were in front of us. My mouth hung open in shock. He was even more breathtaking up close.

"Hey y/n, hey Dillion," Julie said. Julie was his sister. Their relationship confused me. They acted like they literally couldn't stand one another, yet they always made time for one another.

"Hi," I said, giving her a small hug.

"Well, this is my boyfriend," she said. "Timothée."

I now knew his name.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," I said, sticking out my hand for him to shake. When we touched, it was like an electric spark snapped between us. This was bad, this was really bad.

"What a lovely name," he said.

"Timothée is part French," Julie said, and it took every part of me not to grind my teeth. She had said it to bug me. I'd always been the one interested in England, and France. No, I didn't have a monopoly on those things, but they way she said it, I could tell she meant to make me jealous.