MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Hoodie (Part 1)

Info - heart break, panic attack, unrequited love

"Here, for your birthday," I said and gave him a hoodie. The hoodie in question was quite artistic, with gold, pale blue, white and silver on it. He had looked excited at the time. He'd thanked me over and over. I had felt really good about it. Later I wasn't so sure.

"Did I tell you, you look amazing?" He asked me later, hand on my lower back and I was thrilled.

"Thanks Timmy," I smiled.

"Now who could have gotten you this lovely dress," he mockingly pondered.

"Hmmm a real big cutie with a lovely fashion sense," I giggled and ruffled his hair. He nuzzled his head into my hand. He often gave me fashion advice and bought me cute outfits.

"Timmy!" Screamed a voice. Someone launched themselves into his arms. They wrapped themself around him. He held her with a huge smile.

"Tilda, I'm so glad you came," he said, still holding her.

"Sorry I'm late," she said and he let her down slowly, eyes never leaving her. I felt heavy, yet invisible.

"Oh was I interrupting something?" She asked me with a smug look.

"No, nothing at all Tilda, now let me show you around," Timothée said and left me alone.

I'd had a crush on Timothée forever. He was my best friend and I thought he was just so sweet and smart and lovely. He had told me he was into a girl named Matilda, but I was hoping, maybe, just maybe, I could win him over. In the hoodie I'd put a love note in the pouch pocket. I hoped he found it and knew it was from me, and changed his tune.

The next week I was scrolling on my phone when my heart completely dropped. There was a press photo of Timothée looking effortlessly happy with some stubble and a baseball cap. He was gorgeous, he wasn't the problem. He was with Matilda and she was wearing..... the hoodie I'd given Timothée.

I felt misery overwhelm me. He let her wear it when I'd gotten it for him. He'd probably never even went in the pockets. I bet she'd find the note and throw it away.

I felt a panic attack coming on. I was shuddering, breathing in and out shakily. Tears rolled down my face. I buried my face in a blanket he got me. I wasn't his lover, and hardly even his best friend. He was my everything and that meant truly nothing and it felt so unfair that I could scream, so I did.