𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐖, 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 : 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊

i cut people out like tags on my clothing, i end up all alone but i still keep hoping

people watching : conan

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Her alarm sounded like any other day, 6:30. which gave an an hour to get ready, 10 minutes to wait for her coffee and and 20 minutes to walk (It was LA, everyone walks.) to the studio that was at least five blocks away to get her hair and makeup done and go over the questions.

Penelope Witts, aspiring journalist who can barely afford her overly prices apartments rent, but lucky for her she shares the rent with her best friend JC who happens to be the most pretentious snob she knows. If you really looked at it though, they both were. 

Jaycee had grown up like that though, unliked Pea who had folded herself into one during her time a La verne where she met Jaycee and all her tight shirt, businessman looking friends.

Thats where she met Gabe Price. He sounds like a dick, but he really isn't. If you put aside he's out partying every night with his friend who he insists is nothing but a friend. Samantha.

She scoffed thinking about it as she got out of the shower and stared at herself in the mirror.

She was much, much better than Samantha anyways. Why would game be dating her anyways? She looked at her phone to check if he had messaged her, but it was early. He was probably at his apartment, hungover and asleep.

She tiptoed over to her bedroom because Jaycee was still asleep down the hall and she hut her door. It was a big day for her. Her first real one on one press review with the man himself, Timothee Chalamet.

She had met him one, Zendaya sitting next to him. As she stared at him she didn't feel that sense of warmth take over her if she were to see someone like Andre Garfield. That giddy feeling you get when you see a celebrity you like.

It's not to say he was a bad person, he just... wasn't all that. Which she had expressed on her blog post about a week ago when she had spoken to him and Zendaya about the Dune 2 premiere. But now, her agent seemingly testing her patience decided it would be a good idea to let her meet him again. Maybe her agent hadn't been convinced when she said she didn't see the appeal.

SO now she was getting ready to talk to him... one on one about the new Wonka Press tour the was coming up. She had never even liked the stupid book growing up, she knew she wasn't going to enjoy it. But it paid well... so she guessed it was worth it.

20 MINUTES BEFORE THE INTERVIEW,

"Well if it isn't Penelope Witts." The chill, almost cool sounding voice traveled through the make up studio. She turned around in her chair, her makeup stylist stepping away.

"Excuse me?" She sounded snobby in her head, but at least the reaction was honest.

Timothee Chalamet stood a couple feet away from her, a small almost smug smile on his face. She squinted at him, confused.

Is this fucker crazy or what?

"I loved your article by the way, calling me a walking aesthetic was recalling endearing."

Her heart sank into her ass, the tips of her ears turning red.

"You read that?"

"Of course I did." He scoffed, smiling still. "Sweet of you really, I loved it." He smiled, walking across to the chair to next to her and taking a seat. She could feel her shoulders tense in his presence. He oozed some sort of condescending charm that made her twitch.