Such a flirt - Timothée Chalamet

18- irl

- You know you can't comment on my post like that, I say looking up from my phone. Timothée's watching TV while I'm cooking dinner. We've established a sort of dishes calendar so we're both equals and I don't end up being a housewife, even though he's actually good to live with and not gross like other guys I've met.

- Why'd you answer it then?

- I can't help it. Also it was so good to see your face when you read it. Gave me butterflies, I mock him.

- But really why? He joins me in the kitchen and starts cutting tomatoes.

- People are gonna make up stupid stories.

- Who cares what they say?

- I don't 'care' care, but I've just broken up with Thomas, I don't want them to think I'm a bad person.

- Alex no one is thinking that believe me, he stops and looks at me. Especially since that video.

- I'd still prefer it if you were more discreet.

- Alright alright, he goes back to cutting tomatoes. Can I still like your photos?

- Yes I'm not a dictator.

- Alexandra Campbell, Instagram dictator, he says with a strict voice.

- Hilarious.

- What are we making anyway?

- Greek salad.

- That's it? he exclaims disappointed.

- Of course not I've learned to know you now, so there's lasagna as well.

- Yes! You're the best, he kisses my cheek and puts the tomatoes in the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. I freeze, stunned at what he's just done and he looks at me confused. What? Was I not suppose to put the tomatoes here?

- Uh... No, no, it's not that. Wha- um, I- uh, I... just... remembered something.

- Oh okay, do you need more help?

- Um, no thanks, I pull myself together, that was the last thing to do, I just need to mix everything and then the lasagna should be ready so you can come back in ten minutes.

- I'm just gonna wait here, he sits on the stool next to the island.

- So you can annoy me more?

- What a great idea!

- Ugh, can't wait to find my own place.

- Is it so bad living with me roomie?

- Oh god don't call me that.

- Roomie? He smiles.

- Yeah.

- Why not roomie? I think it's quite fun roomie.

- Please stop.

- Come on roomie smile! He pretends to tickle me and I immediately stop his fingers before they touch my hips.

- See, this is exactly why.

- Alright maybe I'm a little annoying sometimes, he laughs, but it's so easy to mess with you.

- A little? Sometimes? Try a lot all the time.

- Deep down you love it here.

- I love the place but not what comes with it.

- But it's the best part!

- How did I ever agree to be a part of this, I grumble.

- Couldn't resist my charm.

- If you talk again, there will be no lasagna for you, I warn him and he instantly shuts up, just salad, and we both know you won't survive with just some salad. You really want those lasagnas, I take the lasagna from the oven and wave them under his nose to taunt him, and I know it's working because he's looking at me like he's gonna kill me. Hear that? Peace. My favorite sound. I laugh and he continues staring at me as I cut the lasagna and put them in our plates. Alright you can eat now, and you can only talk if you have something interesting to share.

- I'm a very interesting person, shouldn't be that hard.

- Sure, I say as we start eating, whatever you say.

- Now that we're roomies does that mean I can hear your music before everyone else?

- Maybe, if you're not too annoying I might make you listen to some stuff I've been working on.

- Great. I start filming next week anyway, so you'll have some peace for a while.

- Awesome, I exclaim even though I feel kinda sad deep down, world's greatest apartment just for myself. I'll redecorate everything, you'll wanna leave when you come back.

- Don't you dare.

- I have immaculate taste thank you very much.

- Don't care, you're not getting my place.

- Fine, I'll think of other ways to corrupt you.

- Think hard.