Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

20. Revelation

I open my eyes when I feel a sudden jerk. My eye sight is foggy for a moment.
I try to adjust my head when consciousness starts to take over.

I'm still on Timothée's lap.

He drove all the way to his aunts house with my head on his legs.

Yes, I know it's probably unsafe, but it's not like him exactly play by the rules anyways.

"Wake up sleepyhead. We're here." Timothée says while caressing my face with a small smile playing on his lips.

I gaze up at him tiredly and a tiny yawn comes from my mouth. I rise up and stretch my body for a moment, when I look up to see Aunt Margaret's obnoxiously big white house.

Nothing has changed about her house since Timothée and I were small.

It's like a time capsule..untouched.

The grass in her front yard is feathery and neatly trimmed.

Timothee hops out of the car and starts to get our bags from the back seat. I stand still for a minute...taking it all in and replaying all the precious moments with him we've had here over the years.

Timothée sets the bags on the floor, and I start to feel him behind me as he pulls my back to him.

"I can feel you getting sentimental." He whispers in my ear before placing his chin on my shoulder.

I grab his hand that is now wrapped around my waist and break away from his embrace. I start to walk up the never ending walkway that leads to Aunt Margaret's house.

I see her long front door open before my eyes land on her.

"My favorite niece and nephew!" Aunt Margaret greets us warmly with a martini in hand.

I give her a bashful smile. She oozes poise and elegance.

"I'm your ONLY nephew!" Timothée says with a high pitched voice behind me.

She approaches me tenderheartedly and cups my face with her hands. "Amelia, you get more gorgeous every time I see you."

"Tell me about it." Timothee teases which makes me turn bright red.

"We love coming to see you Aunt Margaret." I pull her in for a earnest hug.

She holds me for a moment before letting half of my body go. She holds her other arm out for Timothee so he can join us in a group hug.

"Get in here you troublemaker." She jokes. Timothée scurry's over as all three of us share a sweet moment.

She lets us go suddenly before walking herself in her picturesque mansion. "Come in my loves, go put your bags in your rooms. I'm going to need you two's help prepping for this charity!"

Timothée and I follow behind her. He bumps into me playfully and his face lights up with the same youthful glow that would flow over him when we were here as kids.

When we were away from our worries and away from Tom.

I finally settle myself in the extravagant guest bedroom that has been assigned to me at Aunt Margaret's since I was a little girl.

There's a distinct smell that always fill this house.

The smell of cleaning supplies and rose.

Timothée's room is right across from mine..where it's always been.

I hear him turning the squeaky doorknob before he walks slowly to me.

"Just us now." Timothée grips my shoulder with his eyes gleaming into mine.