Wonderstruck (t. chalamet)

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~ Rowan ~

"So here it is."

In front of me was a surprisingly clean room that belonged to my new friend, Timothée. The walls were painted dark blue and covered in movie posters. Beside his bed was a book stand and a record player filled with old-school hip-hop albums.

"Didn't take you for the rap type..." I said.

"Why, is it the skin or the theater kid thing?"

"Maybe a little bit of both," I chuckled, throwing myself on his bed. "Comfy."

He laughed and laid down beside me. Something about that moment made me nervous.

"Should we do homework?" I asked abruptly.

"What's the rush?" he questioned, "let's go somewhere."

Before I had time to answer, he took me by the hand and lead me to his car. About ten minutes into the car ride I decided to speak up.

"Where are we going?"

He looked at me for a split second and then turned back, facing the road before turning up the already loud music.

"Seriously Timothée, where are we going?"

"Don't you love this song?" he asked, trying to distract me.

"Yes, Timmy I do, but I would like it more if you would tell me where we were going."

"Ew I hate when people call me Timmy," he said in disgust.

"I don't care, all I want to know is that you're not taking me somewhere to kill me."

"I would never kill you, I like you too much," he smiled.

No ones ever showed this much interest in me, let alone talked to me for more than two minutes without pretending to care about what I was saying. Timothée was different. I wasn't quite certain about what I had gotten myself into, but I was excited. 

After about thirty minutes we arrived at a building. It was small like a convince store or a diner.

"Follow me," Timmy said, getting out of the car.

As soon as we walked in I could tell why he wanted to bring me here. The building was completely cleared out and in the middle were two recliners and a giant screen.

"Welcome to my theater!"

"This is yours?" I asked, amused.

"Well it used to be owned by my grandfather, but when he passed we didn't want to sell it so I've decided to turn it into a private theater," he explained.

I walked over to one of the chairs and sat in it, trying to get comfortable.

"So, what are we watching?" I asked.

"I didn't really think about that," He answered, "what do you want to watch?"

"I don't know, do you have Kill Bill or Rushmore?"

"Yeah I have both I think, let's watch Kill Bill." 

Timothée walked over to the bin on the ground labeled "Timmy's Films" and dug around before pulling out the beautiful yellow dvd with Uma Thurman on the front. He tossed me a bag of candy and started the movie. Half-way through I got tired and started to fall asleep.

"Hello, Rowan.."

My eyes shot wide open and I heard a laugh from Timothée as he leaned over me.

"Sorry, I don't know why I'm so tired," I apologized.

He looked at me for a few seconds and then decided to turn off the movie.

"What time is it?" 

"Eh, only 5:30," he said, checking his phone.

"We should go."

Once we got in the car we got back to talking. He told me about his dreams of becoming an actor and I told him my dreams of becoming a writer. We talked about our favorite music and movies, but we also talked about the things we hated, like school. We got along so well and in that moment I knew we would become very close.