Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Don't Be Suspicious (P1)

Warnings - hidden relationship

He had been a bit annoying at first. He was very dramatic, and always trying to make me laugh. He was in fact, funny, but rather dorky. Then he went away for a year and a half to college.

When he came back, he was incredibly alluring. His short spiked hair had been grown out to luscious curls. His high energy had been converted into passion for acting. His jokes and thoughts had matured. Where he'd once been voraciously consuming different medias, trying to figure out who he was, he was now wise, articulate, and self assured. He'd grown beautifully into his lanky build, and was now willowy and slender. Even his style was better.

For the first time, I felt my heart beating faster around Pauline's little brother. I found myself counting his freckles, getting lost in his eyes, and paying intense attention any time he spoke.

I showed up to Pauline's house after my classes, preferring her place to mine. Hers was so much closer.

I had the code to the door, and sighed as I dropped my back pack. My heart jumped in my chest when I walked into the kitchen. Timothée was in grey sweatpants and no shirt. My heart was banging around in my chest.

"H-hey, is Pauline around?" I asked. He looked up and I saw his cheeks go red.

"Hey I didn't know you were coming over," he said, as a sort of apology.

"I do every Tuesday. Usually, Pauline is here," I said, rolling a crumb between my fingers in an attempt to distract myself.

"She must've gotten caught up at work," he shrugged.

"Oh, well, sorry," I said, looking around awkwardly.

"No problem, our house is your house," he said.

"I bet you're getting a lot of girls now that you're at an acting college, I bet you're hot shit now Chalamet," I said, as I began rifling through the fridge. He'd always been the awkward theatre kid in school, or the class clown, now, surrounded by his own, he was probably a rare commodity, seeing as he looked like a model.

"What makes you say that?" I jumped, and turned around to see Timothée was very close to me. His arm was holding the top of the fridge door, trapping me in the space. Gosh he was tall now.

"I like your hair," I said flicking a curl, and changing the subject.

"You know," he smirked. "Before I left, I had a major crush on you."

"Y-you did?" I asked.

"My sister's hot friend, who laughed at my jokes and who often walked around our house in tiny pajama shorts, and bikinis? Hell yeah I did," he said, leaning in, and his breath smelled like chocolate.

"And now?" I couldn't help but ask. He continued to smile in that sexy way. In seconds we were wildly making out, our hands all over one another.

"Don't tell Pauline," I gasped.