my boy - timothee chalamet

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here they were. they almost always seemed to end up in this position whenever they were together. his whole body flat on the mattress as she clung to him; her right leg laid itself over his legs as her right arm hugged his torso. and of course, her head was on his chest accompanied by a quarter-sized puddle of drool. he was used to it though.

he was awake while she slept. he for some reason couldn't find sleep despite the fact that he'd been up since 6am and it was 11pm. she, however, was comfortable as can be. she always had the best sleep whenever she was with him. he brought comfort to her.

he wasn't complaining about not getting to sleep, though. he was able to sneak as many glances at her as he wanted although he'd seen her face everyday since well, forever really. he smiled as she unconsciously gripped tighter into his shirt for a second before relaxing. even while she was unconscious, she still had the power to give his stomach butterflies.

he just didn't know that she,too, had butterflies right now. she was dreaming of him. the plot to the dream was awfully strange as it seemed he apparently wore two different shoes to school and she laughed at him but looked down to see she didn't even have shoes on... weird.

but her butterflies just came from the sole fact that it was him. that he was there with her in her ever so strange dream universe. even while she was unconscious. he still had the power to give her stomach butterflies.

they laid in peace. his fingers making shapes on the bare skin of the bottom of her back; this was something she embarrassedly asked him to do once when they were 14 and he accidentally scratched up her whole back as he didn't exactly know what she wanted. now, at 18,he's been doing it ever since,(although he's better at it now) and it's become almost a subconscious action to him. he immediately goes to comfort her once they are relaxing. he seems to find comfort in it too somehow. maybe it's because it's such a pure form of contact. he doesn't even know why himself.

suddenly, their peace was interrupted by a loud slamming sound. she jumped from his chest, the first thing she said being," timothee????" she relaxed once she realized he was there, under her. she turned to look at his face and was about to say another word until she saw that he looked to be sleeping. the only light in the room coming from a lamp and it lit his features beautifully. she put her palm against his left cheek as her thumb swept slowly across it. her eyebrows furrowed when she saw his lips form into a small smile and his head leaned into her hand.

she gasped," YOU FAKER!"

his eyes opened and a wide smile appeared on his lips as he just laughed in response.

"you're so strange. you're not even that good at fake sleeping." she said as she got up from the bed and headed into the connected bathroom to brush her teeth.

"i beg to differ! you totally thought i was sleeping!you were alllllllllllll over me!" he said through laughs as he followed her to the bathroom.

she rolled her eyes at his reflection in the mirror from where they stood side by side.

"oh wow! your hair looks extravagant, amelia!" his eyes widened as he faked a posh accent and laughed at her bed head hair in the reflection. it was pretty bad, standing up in different directions. a tangled mess. not to mention the red marks on the left side of her face from where she laid on him.

"oh thank you! the inspiration is from nature: a birds nest!" she said with a toothbrush in her mouth.

he laughed heartily in response but it caused all the toothpaste that was just in his mouth to spray all over the mirror. he gasped once in response then laughed more, eyes watering.

"oh god timothee you're disgusting!" Amelia was laughing though, trying not to spray her toothpaste too.

they both smiled at each other like idiots in the mirror, making ugly faces every once in a while to try to make the other laugh/spray too.

she leaned down first to spit in the sink, but timothee quickly pushed her to the side to spit, causing her toothpaste to land right next to the sink in a puddle.

"TIMOTHEE! YOU MONSTER! YOURE CLEANING THAT UP!" she shrieked, but she began laughing. she could never stay mad at him for too long.

he just laughed as he cleaned it up while making exaggerated gagging sounds.

after he finished they stood up straight next to each other, eyeing themselves in the mirror, first calm before they made big ,smiley faces at each other, showing off their pearly whites to each other in a joking manner. she reached his shoulders, her 5'5" body looking tiny next to his 6 foot tall one.

"hey lia,remember that time we were brushing our teeth together in like 9th grade and i spit on your neck!" he said suddenly, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

she smiled immediately at the memory as she lightly pushed his shoulder, pushing him out of her way while saying," i'm still planning on the perfect revenge for that timmy. sleep with one eye open!"

he chuckled following her quickly and tackled her into the bed, tickling her as he said," you would never hurt me in my sleep! you'd probably just stare at me!"

she gasped before tickling him back, his skinny frame falling onto the bed, they switched positions. " oh like you don't stare at me when i sleep!"

he frowned then quickly switched position again, his legs on either side of her as she laughed under him.

he sat there staring at her, not daring to tickle her because she looked so pretty there, smiling at him, eyes happy.

he couldn't help himself. he was gonna do it. he had to. he might die.

he leaned down slowly, her eyes watching his lips as his eyes watched hers. their eyes closed as their lips connected. it was just one, long kiss. he pulled away first.

"sorry." he breathed as he sat down next to her, slight awkwardness filling the space between them but butterflies filled their stomachs too.

"it's okay." she sighed.

what was happening? it's like they were strangers again! they've kissed before. plenty of times actually.

but it always ended up like this.

"i just made it awkward." he sighed, turning off the lamp and climbing under the covers as she did the same.

"it's okay timothee... it's not like it was bad." amelia whispered. she felt as if she shouldn't talk even a little louder.

he grunted, turning over so that he laid with his back to her. she sighed again.

he seemed to always shut himself away when it came to his feelings; she constantly reminded him that she was his best friend and she would listen to everything he said without judging him ever.

and honestly, she liked the kiss. and the one before that. and the one before that. she liked whenever it kinda just happened. sometimes they act completely normal afterwards, smiling sheepishly as they act like it didn't happen. but there were also times like this one where they both ponder their feelings.

it's clear though. they're attracted to each other; they've always been.

she sighed once again after a few minutes of thinking, letting this one come out dramatically as she didn't want to let this one kiss ruin her whole weekend. she scooted closer to him before slipping one arm under his, wrapping it around his torso.

"goodnight, timmy."

"goodnight, lia ."

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a/n

so,,,,uhhh, i hope u like this i made a whole new acc so i can post my writings without shame lol i've been reading a lot of cute books(not fan fictions) recently and i miss writing so here ya go

timothee's not famous in this and he has shorter,curly hair in the book rn & Amelia isn't anyone in particular so you can imagine her as whoever you want!

hope u enjoy n tell ur friends about this