Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

My Step Brother, Timothee (P4)

Info - drinking, kissing step bro, party kissing game, huge party, rude Timothée, trying to get laid

"Hey everyone, this is y/n," Jake said charismatically, and that is how I became a popular kid. I was just as nerdy, just as bookwormish, just as uncool, but proximity to Jake seemed to trump all that. He seemed to possibly have a crush on me. This made Timothée horribly angry. Apparently, they had some beef. Timothée had been soccer captain of his team at his old school. This school had been their main rivals. It made no sense then that people at this school admired Timothée. I'd asked Jake and he said it was just between them two, everyone else liked him because he was wild at the after game parties, and usually hosted them. He invited both schools, when I'd asked him about this he'd said it doubled the girls and I rolled my eyes.

Now that I was popular, I was expected to try out for cheerleading. I didn't think it'd go well, but it seemed they were desperate and they took me on.

"So you think you're some hot shot now?" Timothée asked me one day in the car. He had been meaner and meaner to me. I also knew he'd gotten a place on the soccer team, so I'd have to see him at games. The parents, I couldn't call them our, were very happy. They said it would be bonding for us. I was worried he'd do shit just to be mean to me.

"I never said that," I snapped. "You're the one who seems to think that, admit it Timothée you're the one who thinks I'm so great."

He didn't answer that but went on with his own agenda.

"If you're so cool now, prove it. The parents are going out of town with Emmy this weekend and I want to throw a rager. Prove you're cool now by not telling them," he challenged. Everything in me wanted to tell on him. The satisfaction would be immense. However, he was sure to tell everyone I tattled if I did.

"Fine," I agreed begrudgingly.

"Nice!" He cheered. When I came down stairs on Friday night, I was shocked. he'd gone crazy. There was alcohol everywhere, glitter, a strobe light, a bubble and a fog machine. He'd ordered about a billion wings.

"All this for a party?"

"No my dear sister, all this for pussy," he winked.

"You're ridiculous," I shook my head.

"Still not telling?" He checked.

"Still not telling," I answered.

The party started wildly. People were pouring in. I was surprised at how many people were here. The party was rowdy. I had some drinks and was feeling just ever so tipsy. I entered into a game called blindfold makeout. A bunch of us were blindfolded and waiting in random lines outside the door. Whatever two were next were pushed in to makeout and then only they would reveal themselves to one another.

I was pushed in with someone rather handsy, but I didn't mind at all. They way he felt me up and moaned into my mouth was setting me on fire. The chemistry was so insane that'd I'd most likely ask him out after this. His lips were hot on mine as my hands curled in his hair. He panted into my mouth. I was loving this. Someone knocked telling us our time was up. I yanked off my blindfold to see......Timothée.

"What are the damn odds," he snapped and exited quickly. I didn't know how to feel. Thankfully I was saved from much of that when Jake called me over to him. He pulled me into the much quieter bathroom.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hey," he grinned back. His teeth were so white and straight and he had such a wide smile.

"Why'd you pull us in here?"

"So we can actually hear one another," he chuckled. "I wanted to tell you I really like you, and I wanted to know if you'd want to be my girlfriend?"

"Oh Jake, I'd love that!" I said excitedly. He smiled even wider and pulled me into a kiss. It was different than the one with Timothée. It was....nice, definitely nice, but something was missing, I didn't know what it was. Soon we were full on making out. I was being a bit eager, trying desperately to find the same flame I had with Timothée. That's when the door was wrenched open.

We broke apart to see the snarling face of Timothée. I looked at Jake to see he looked sheepish, but I stood tall.

"Bathrooms are a no canoodling zones! People have to piss!" He snapped and shoved us out and slammed the door.

"Well, I'd say he's not a fan," Jake muttered.

"Who cares," I said with an eye roll.