MASTERMIND (TC)

6.

"i sat and stared right where you left me"-right
where you left me, taylor swift.

timmy

hey! i was wondering if you
wanted to meet up soon? :)
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yikes. talk about fucking humbled. i usually look back on the message (i promise not in a creepy way, more of a yearning for a reply). it's been 6 long months since the oscars and 6 months since timotheé chalamet ghosted me.

you would think after he might have the decency to reply and say no, especially since HE initiated the meet up at the oscars. enzo laughed but after i kicked him in the shin he engulfed me in an endearing hug and told me that 'i'll live' which resulted in another punch in the arm.

my film 'barbie' would be premiering in 1 week and i was so excited, the lead up to films is always the best. the interviews, the excitement, the red carpets. i had gotten way more confident in myself and how i act, a lot more open minded and less anxious in big red carpet events. that doesn't mean though that the anxiety has completely faded, i have my moments but i know how to calm myself down.

renée called me earlier this week and told me i had three premieres this week: wednesday,friday and sunday and then the film to finally be released on the monday.

WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!! was all i felt like this week.

me and enzo were going shopping for dresses as he is the only person i can trust to tell me the truth, for example when i was in year 8 i tried out fake tan for the first time. he called me mango for the rest of the year. but in his defense i did look 3 shades darker then i originally did he said if i was to do it again to maybe get a slightly lighter shade.

'this one??' i ask holding up a pink dress.

'bleugh' he said as he over exaggerated vomiting violently over the carpet.

i grimace at his performance, no wonder the kids an actor. 'god i get it enzo grow up' i say as i roll my eyes putting the dress back on the railing collapsing next to him.

'what the fuck am i going to do enzo' i ask exhausted. that was like my millionth dress i had picked out,tried on and found a flaw. HOW WAS I MEANT TO FIND THREE?? not to mention shopping air was killing me. was i the only one who felt like this? when your shopping for to long and it feels like the earth is actually warmed up 100 degrees, sound was like being sat next to a speaker and walking feels like you have been walking non stop for decades.

'don't leave it to last minute shit head' he pipes back giggling at the word 'shit'. i quietly cursed myself for bringing enzo probably the most immature being to ever live, but at the same time the only person i could stand to shop with without making me feel like crying and banging my head against a wall.

'either help or don't dickhead' i say flipping him off as i open up my phone clicking onto messages. my eyes linger on the 'timmy' contact name. still. on. read.

'don't look at it please, it will make you feel worse. this is your week.' he chirps up next to me looking at my phone.

i sigh 'i know'.

'this dress isn't going to find herself now is it?' he says as he slaps his thighs as he stands up and offers both of his hands to pull me up from my chair. i take it and go off with him.