Wonderstruck (t. chalamet)

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~ Timothée ~

Looking up from my desk in the corner of Mrs. Anderson's room I saw a girl with curly hair and big brown eyes. I quickly remembered her as the girl I stumbled into on the way to my first period this morning. She was pretty, she was nervous. I said nothing as I made my way over to her, I wasn't much of a talker.

Mrs. Andeson was my favorite teacher, not just because she was the drama teacher, but because she made me feel like I had a place in the world. Acting had been a passion of mine since I learned how to comprehend raw emotion. Watching the television with my parents on a Sunday night before school, I went to bed and dreamed that I could be on one too. I took drama my freshman and sophomore year and began to TA my junior year. Now I'm a senior, I've almost completed my four years of pure hell and I couldn't be happier.

I looked at the card and laughed to myself. She was going to love this.

"Rowan and Timothée!" Mrs. Anderson called out.

I glanced over at the girl beside me; she looked scared.

"It'll be fine, just follow my lead," I whispered as we stepped in front of the class. I had done this many times so to me this was no big deal at all. Sure, I was nervous the first few times, but I got over it quickly.

I could hear subtle laughter among the class. High schoolers were so immature.

I walked to the far end of the classroom and began our skit.

"Guess who?" I said putting my hands over her eyes. I let them fall and she spoke.

"David?!" She turned around and hugged me tightly, crying tears of joy.

"Whe-When- How-"

"We just got back this morning, I needed to see you," I gasped and took her hands in mine, "Where are the kids? where are my babies?"

"They're watching the TV- I- I can't believe you're back!"

Rowan hugged me one last time before we broke apart and faced the class.

"Well done, you two!" Our teacher spoke, "The chemistry between you was amazing!"

She was right, the chemistry between us was pretty amazing. I've done scenes with tons of people, but no one put that much passion into their acting. Usually, students in this class will do the bare minimum they need to pass to spare them the shame of being one of those 'theatre kids', but Rowan didn't seem like she was there to please anyone.

Before I could say anything Rowan went back to her seat at the top of the class. It was probably better that I didn't talk to her; I'm not anyone's first choice when they look for someone to talk to. I've been alone pretty much all of high school, not because I choose to be, but because I'm not everyone's cup of tea so to speak. Sarcastic, mean, depressing to talk to, I'm not a favorite among many, but as time went on I learned to be okay with being alone.

Class ended thirty minutes later and the rest of the day seemed as if it went by even quicker. I walked to my locker at the far end of the hallway and reached for my journal at the bottom. Stuffing it into my backpack I took off and headed to the parking lot when out of the corner of my eye I spotted someone.

"Rowan?"

I studied the scene carefully, wondering what had happened.

"Are you okay?"

She sniffled a little, wiping one stray tear from her cheek and smiled a little as she saw a car pull into the lot.

"Yeah I'm fine, I-uh I have to go," She choked and walked towards the car. She got in and closed the door. Beside her sat a guy that looked around twenty-or-so. Boyfriend? Brother? Friend? What did it matter anyway, no one likes you, Tim.

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Yes, I am aware that my chapters are short, but I end them whenever I feel like they should be ended. I'm not the best writer in the world, in fact I enjoy writing screenplays a lot more, but I have a lot of time since I don't go to actual school. Other than that I hope you are enjoying the story and look forward to new chapters whenever I decide to post! <3