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theodore nott: as your summer fling

- you both took polaroids of each other that you both kept
- ranted to you about his entire life and told you all his secrets
- "i never told anyone this, i guess you're special."
- told you he wasn't going to get attached and wanted nothing more than a fling but ended up catching feelings
- "i think i might be falling in love with you."
- made out with you most of the time you were together
- wrote your number on a cigarette and then looked for it when you both parted only to realize he smoked it

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as he orders his drink at a cafe, he notices you sitting nearby. captivated by your presence, he's suddenly inspired to take a chance.

silently, he grabs a pen and quickly scribbles a note. with a shy smile, he approaches your table, casually places the note in front of you, and walks away without a word.

curious, you reach for the note and unfold it. as you read the simple words, a smile forms on your lips. intrigued, you glance up, only to catch a glimpse of him sitting nearby, sipping his drink, pretending to look around.

his heart races as he watches you read the note, trying hard to maintain a casual demeanor. he takes a slow sip of his drink, secretly stealing glances at you from behind the cup.

you notice his subtle looks, amused by his attempt to appear nonchalant. deciding to play along, you meet his eyes for a brief second before looking back down at the note.

heat rises to his cheeks, his heart beating faster from your quiet acknowledgment. he quickly looks down at his drink, trying to regain his composure.

after a moment, he glances up again, only to find you watching him with a small, amused smile. flustered, he immediately looks away, pretending to focus on stirring his drink.

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you turn your head to see him laying beside you, his messy hair slightly obscuring his peaceful sleeping face. the events of the previous night slowly come back to you, and you suddenly realize you're both in the same bed. before you can process your thoughts, your body jerks in a panic, causing him to stir and awaken.

he slowly opens his eyes, his gaze still slightly hazy from sleep. upon seeing your panicked expression, he immediately realizes the cause of your sudden movement. "hey," he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing, "it's okay. don't panic."

gently, he reaches out to place a comforting hand on your arm. "it's alright," he repeats, his voice still soft and reassuring. "we just... fell asleep together. that's all." he continues to watch you, his eyes studying your reaction, clearly picking up on your unease.

you look down to find yourself wearing his shirt and him being shirtless beside you. confusion washes over you as you try to make sense of the situation. "umm..." you start, a mixture of nervousness and curiosity in your voice. "why are you shirtless? and why am i wearing your shirt?"

he lets out a small chuckle, a hint of amusement in his expression. "well," he responds, "it's because you ended up throwing up last night." he rests his head back on the pillow, his eyes meeting yours again. "and i didn't exactly want to see you in your vomit-covered clothes, so i let you wear my shirt."

he reaches over and softly tugs at the hem of the shirt you're wearing, a sly smile playing on his lips. "looks good on you, by the way."