my boy - timothee chalamet

4

amelia woke up before timothee the next morning because of her extra hours of sleep throughout the day. as she slowly became more awake and sat up, she took in her surroundings: she was on a queen sized bed under baby blue sheets (it seemed as if this whole house was pastel themed, she thought it was cute), 2 white bedside tables and 1 white dresser that contrasted with the light yellow walls that also held beach-themed decor, and 2 white doors, the one on the very left wall led to the connected bathroom and the one on the wall in front of them led to the rest of the house.

also in her surroundings was timmy. his mouth was open as he slept; his curls were messy, covering his whole face. amelia studied his face closely: his thin nose, full lips, long eyelashes, bushy brows. he looked so handsome. so at peace.

the last time amelia woke up next to him like this was his 18th birthday party last month. the night was mostly a blur because her, timmy, and all their friends drank. a lot. she did remember one event though:

they were all at timmy's older friend's house. his name was armie. and his house was beautiful: string lights hung from the back porch to the trees , lighting up his backyard. amelia remembers mentioning to timothee that this is where she wanted to live when she was older.

later, timmy was slurring nonsense as he put his arm around amelia's shoulder,"this isss the beST DAY EVERR!" he was out of his normally shy and bashful manner that everyone was used to. amelia, who was also drunk, giggled at this before jumping up and skipping with timmy still holding her. suddenly, the loud speakers that were playing from the backyard deck began to play the song 'Prune, You Talk Funny' by Gus Dapperton.

"oooO i-I LOVE THIS SONG! DANCE WITH ME TIMMY!" amelia spoke loudly as she began to jump around and dance by kicking her feet wildly. timmy shook his head no and plopped down on the grass, watching her dance. she was soon accompanied by armie's wife, elizabeth.

in the midst of their dancing and timmy's watching, amelia mouthed over to him," i wanna be her when i grow up!" unfortunately, in response, timothee puked on the grass in front of him before wiping his mouth. amelia laughed an incredibly loud laugh before running over to him.

"cmon timmy, let's get you some water and sleep yeah?" she counseled him although she herself felt as if she could puke any second now. she held timmy and walked over to armie, quickly asking where the nearest bedroom is before she told him to enjoy the rest of the night for timmys sake and that she'd clean up tomorrow.

amelia had to force timothee to stay on the bed and drink a glass of water as he was extremely touchy. she reached to help him take off his shirt but he yelped and giggled," amelia! i am a VIRGIN!" he whispered loudly. she chuckled before giving up and letting him stay like that in bed. "liaaaaaaaaa, i wanna daNCE!" he groaned as he watched her turn off the lights with sleepy eyes.

"do you now?" she was amused.

"mmmhmmm, i'm quite the dancer y'know?" in the dark setting, she saw him shimmy and do the worm with his long, lanky arms.

"oh wow!! you ARE quite the dancer! seems like you're the full package then, huh?" she went along with the joke as she hopped under the covers with him.

his face suddenly dropped," then why won't anyone love me? i'm 18 and still a virgin!"

she had so many things to say to him. she wanted to tell him that she,too, was a virgin even though she lied to him last year and said that she wasn't; she lied without thinking twice, thinking it would impress the boy who would never NOT be impressed with her (she figured maybe he would find her as a mature, attractive woman if she said she wasn't a virgin)(she just didn't know he already knew she was mature and attractive and a million other things) she felt so guilty for that. she also wanted to say that he is more loved than he thinks he is. that he deserves the world. that sex isn't everything. that he's the most handsome boy in the world. so many things.

she decided to not say these things as he wouldn't appreciate it nor remember it tomorrow in his drunken state.

she did decide, however, to kiss him. it felt right. it felt as if it might communicate at least one of her thoughts of him. he hummed into the kiss before she pulled away. he laid his head on her chest and hummed again when he felt her fingers begin to massage his scalp.

"happy birthday, timothee."

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a/n
i changed her name to amelia!!
also timmy is obviously 18 year for the sake of the story!
did y'all notice that call me by your name scene reference in there (-;
listen to the gus dapperton song!!11/10!!

ok bye now hope you enjoy this short chapter n flashback!
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