Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

1. Half of my heart

"I'm HOME!" I basically yell while fumbling through the door. I place my suitcases on the hardwood floors,as I peek into out family living room.I see a gleaming Christmas tree already set up to perfection.Typical of my mom, always doing stuff early. Mom always wants our home to be like a fairytale, as If were on a movie set 24/7. I know its cause it's one of the only things she can control.

"MIA!" a voice chirps snapping me out of thought. I look over my shoulder to see my sister Elle practically running towards me with her arms wide open. She embraces me.

"I missed you Ellie." I say,squeezing her tight.

"How was Paris?" How did you like staying with grandmpa and grandma?" Elle asks, eagerly.

Honestly, I missed Timothée every single second of the day. Sometimes I missed him so much it felt like I couldn't catch my breath.

"It was great Ellie, grandpa and grandma loved coming to all my shows and they send you their love." I said as I plopped in the chair next to fireplace. I have been dancing since I was little. I started with ballet, then picked up other forms of dance as I got older. Over the summer,when I was in Paris with my grandparents, I was also training in one of the best ballet academies.

"Mom and I missed you so much." Elle says sweetly. I smile and grab Elles hand reassuring before letting go .

"Hows Timothée been?" I ask as I look down and nervously fidget with my hands. Elle doesn't notice.

"He's good just been pretty moody since you left." Elle laughs, leaning back on the chair across from me.

"You guys talking about me?"I hear a familiar manly voice echo through the living room.

I snap up from the chair nearly falling over. Elle looks at me startled. I just stand there staring at Timothée like a smitten idiot. His gaze matching perfectly to mine. I start to study him. His hair..It was shorter when I left and now its so long and wavy, tousled perfectly around his face. His face looks more mature and masculine. It looks like he's totally outgrown his once preppy wardrobe. He's wearing a long sleeve black turtle neck with fitted black jeans. He looks so beautiful.

"Hi Amelia." Timothée says as he pulls me in by the waist to hug me, sending shivers up my spine. I breathe him in, his scent feels like home. I gently place my head on his shoulder while he grabs me. "Hi Timmy." I say softly in his ear.

"OH, how beautiful Amelia! You've arrived!" my mom announces from the entrance of the front door, walking in while Timmy and I pull away.

My mom comes over and places her hand on my face "Hi mom." I look up at my mom with a smile.

"Oh dear, You look pale Mia! Have my parents been feeding you?" Before I can answer she cuts me off to speak again. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour, you three wash up." She demands as she walks away. Well, my mom hasn't changed.Emotionally unavailable as ever.

As we all sit around the dinner table I keep looking at Timothée. He looks breathtaking. I can not get over it.Jesus, Amelia this is your step brother. You are sick. I start to let my eyes travel down Timothee's neck and chest he catches me as our eyes lock.He smirks and looks down.I can't believe he's smirking.He knows his now rugged appearance is a turn on. I think it's his hair. Long hair really suits him.

"So,Mia, Tell me more about Paris? Did you meet any boys?"Elle asks me curiously, moving her body forward closer to me.

"Uhm." I laugh awkwardly.

I see Timothée's body tense up across from me in response to that question as he puckers his lips to the side.

"Well? Tell me!"Elle insists. I just look at her with a "not right now" look on my face.She rolls her eyes at me.