"have you opened the new records yet?" amelia asked; she was seated on the floor of timothee's room next to his new record player.
she gave it to him for his birthday last month since his old one was old; it skipped a lot and played the songs at a painfully slow tempo.
"not yet, sorry lia." timothee replied from his spot on his bed where he was surrounded by homework.
"can i?" she questioned, already peeling off the clear wrapping on the Frank Ocean 'Blonde' vinyl. the song 'Nike' began to play and timothee hummed from the bed.
it was Monday, January 15th. the pair had just gotten back from school and agreed to go to his house.
amelia sighed and looked around. she was procrastinating from doing homework.
after staring at timothee for a while she spoke," are you singing or talking to yourself?"
"i'm talking to billy, he lives under my bed."
"oh god timothee! you're so weird!" she replied, but still stood up from her spot on the floor, keeping an eye on the space under his bed just in case.
"you're such a baby!" he laughed as he moved his papers around so she could sit. she groaned and plopped her head into his lap. "uhm excuse me miss..."
"i don't wanna do homework! let's watch star wars!" she grinned at him. he was blushing.
"you're supposed to be the smart one, amelia!" he grinned back, tracing the outline of her lips. she was blushing now.
"if you watch star wars with me, i'll do your homework!" she pouted while grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers.
"it's bad to lie,lia."
"it's bad to torture your best friend in the entire world timmy tim."
"you are so annoying!" he laughed.
"y'know this angle is really working for you. i'm getting some hardcore Danny DeVito vibes. really hot." amelia was laughing hard now, she even snorted.
"okay, Ms.Piggy."
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"oh my god kylo ren could punch me in the face holy fu-" amelia whispered as the pair watched 'The Force Awakens.'
"don't. no. gross, lia!" timothee cringed, covering her mouth with his hand.
"i'm just saying. he could ruin me and i'd still love him." amelia said, finding amusement in timothee's horror.
"you're disgusting. i think it's time for you to leave my house now." he teased, pushing her off of him a bit.
"nO!" she huffed, wrapping her arms tightly around timothee's torso. "let me spend the night, we are going to the same place tomorrow anyways! and i'm sure i have some clothes here..." she pleaded, hugging him tighter.
he would have said no at 'let me spend the night' but he found this adorable. "ehh, i think i'd prefer sleeping alone."
"cmon, pleeeeeasssse timmy. i won't make another sexual comment about kylo ren anymore ,i promise!" she smiled up at him from her spot on his chest.
he kissed her forehead and that was enough for her to know he was obliging.
"but really though, kylo re-"
"amelia i swear to god!"
"i'm kidding, jeez. don't get your knickers in a twist..."
"amelia, the only people who say that are the ones in Golden Girls."
"that was mean! that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!"
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unfortunately, the pair got carried away throughout the night and not only forgot to set an alarm for the next morning, they forgot they had school.
"oh no. no no no nononono." amelia cursed as soon as she woke up, realizing that it was brighter outside than normal. "timothee wake up. fuck! wake up!"
"what? what's wrong?" he groaned, looking up at her from his pillow.
"timothee it's fucking 10! we have school! oh my god we are so stupid!" amelia hated being late with a passion, so it was normal for her to freak out right now. all she was thinking about was how much work she was missing and would have to make up later.
timothee looked startled for a half second before he tried to calm her down. "lia, it's okay! it's just one day and knowing you, you're probably ahead of everyone else! and if you weren't, it wouldn't matter because you're still smarter than everyone too!" he reassured her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to bed. "now we can go watch the new star wars today, yeah?"
"god i'm missing so much work right now!"
"you'll make it up and probably even do more, i know you. don't worry." he said. she was now laid on top of him; he could feel her heart beating against his chest as he played with her hair.
"you're a bad influence." she sighed, knowing that he convinced her once again. they skipped school about 6 times last semester. she smiled as she thought about their most recent in the beginning of december.
"cmon lia, just stand on me feet."
"no! i promise you i'm not good at dancing like you!"
"amelia, i know that! no one is as good of a dancer as i am!" he joked before repeating ,"i'm just kidding," for a minute straight.
they were in his room after school, like always, and were seemingly desperate to entertain themselves on this horrid wednesday night.
the old record player was playing 'You Make Me Feel So Young' by Frank Sinatra in a creepy, slow pace.
"wow, i didn't know this song was sung by satan himself." amelia laughed as she stood up towards timothee.
he pulled her by the waist so they were chest to chest. "don't ruin the moment." he had a small smile on his face. he felt a blush form on his cheeks as he examined her face.
they began to slow dance but not really at all. amelia was a stumbling mess as she tried to mimic timothee's movements, but she just couldn't. the pair stood there in his room, a giggling mess.
"no, no. like this." timothee whispered, moving his feet.
"what the hell..." amelia whispered, looking up at him for a second before looking back down to their feet. she repeated this a few times to see if timothee was going to react in a pleased way to show if she was doing it right. each time she looked up at him though, he was smiling at her.
she looked down once more, feeling herself becoming flustered. "timm-" she began, but was quickly cut off by timothee's lips meeting her mouth.
"god you're so pretty."
"y'know, it's rude to interrupt." she teased before connecting their lips again.
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sorry if u thought i updated i had to change the flashback to italics lol
can y'all tell i love star wars lmao sorry
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