after some arguing and explaining over the phone , amelia was able to convince her parents that it was all an accident but it'll be fine because she's ahead. throughout the entire phone call, she was pacing around the room.
"you are such a bad influence, t." amelia said as she plopped down on the bed. she grabbed the pillow that was closest to her and threw it hard at timothee's face making a thump sound.
"hoLY SHIT! you throw like a man!" timothee laughed loudly before he chucked the pillow back at her, making her squeal.
she tried to stand up off the bed, but she was quickly pulled back by her waist. "where are you going, don't leave." she was pulled onto his lap, causing both of them to blush.
"timothee, ive got to get dressed. you promised star wars."
"let's just stay in bed all day i regret my promise very much." the curly boy frowned adorably as his grabby hands played with her shirt.
"you can't just promise something that meaningful and NOT go through with it,timothee chalamet" she was frowning now.
he sighed in response. he couldn't say no to her. he'd literally oblige to anything she wanted. wanna get a face tattoo? done. wanna eat your body weight in lucky charm? done. wanna commit murder with me? done.
"you have a fucking hold on me." timothee said as he cupped amelia's face with both of his hands.
"i know. you're wrapped around my finger." she hummed.
"i wish i wasn't because you have morning breath." he teased.
"so do you!" she replied before making obnoxious kissing noises as he pushed her face away from his. they were both a giggling mess.
"touché."
"wow i love it when you speak french to me."
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soon, the pair was dressed and ready to go after a full 10 minutes of them being blushy and sweaty-palmed because they changed in front of each other.
amelia chose to drive today, so timothee was able to admire her. she had a bare face today which timothee absolutely loved. he was able to take in her natural beauty and how pretty she looked in her glasses.
he caught himself counting all the freckles on her face before she looked to him," did you bring the forbidden satchel?"
he furrowed his eyebrows before realizing what she was talking about. he laughed before showing her the backpack that he filled with candy and snacks to sneak into the theater. "yes, mistress, i have the forbidden satchel."
she gagged loudly before repeatedly telling him to never call her mistress.
"yes mistre-"
"TIMMY"
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after arriving at the movie theatre, amelia went to the bathroom so she wouldn't have to ruin her Star Wars experience with a bathroom break. as she was washing her hands, her phone dinged and she saw that she received a snapchat from timothee that was captioned with "please hurry i'm lonely."
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she walked out and he was there, leaning against the wall with his phone in his hands. she tapped his shoulder before taking his hand in hers and leading him towards the theatre room.
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about 20 minutes into the movie, timothee noticed amelia wasn't as bright-eyed as he expected.
"what's wrong?" he whispered, squeezing her hand.
"i miss carrie fisher." she whispered back. he kissed the side of her head in response, not knowing the perfect words to make her feel better.
"and i wish i was a jedi." she frowned.
he laughed against her head before whispering," i adore you" into her ear.
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leaving the theatre, amelia couldn't stop talking about how much she loves star wars and kylo ren and how she'd watch The Last Jedi a million more times.
timothee smiled at her the whole time, loving how happy she looked. he didn't understand half of what she was talking about and what a 'reylo' was, but he felt so happy just looking at her.
she held his hand so tightly as the walked to the car, repeatedly thanking timothee for taking her. she leaned against his car, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "would it be too much if i slept over again tonight?"
"i'd never get tired of you."
they shared a kiss before slipping into the car with stomachs full of butterflies.
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back at timmy's house, the pair sat in his room, wondering what they could do to pass the time. they did this for what felt like forever before his face suddenly lit up when he looked outside and realized it was snowing lightly.
they smiled at each other before putting as many layers on as possible, preparing for the cold.
the snow outside wasn't even enough to cover the grass. they played outside like idiots and children; making fake snow angels that only moved the grass. after a while, they sat side by side with their tongues out and their faces pointed towards the darkening sky.
"your nose and cheeks are so pink." amelia cooed, admiring how cute timothee looked.
"my face is freezing." he could see his breath. he playfully pretended to hold an invisible cigarette towards his lips, his breath looking like smoke. amelia laughed and did the same.
soon, timothee was rubbing his hands against his face, trying to warm up his cheeks. amelia noticed and took the opportunity to kiss all over his face, making him giggle immensely.
"what are you doing,lia?" he giggled, kissing her back.
"warming you up."
"god, you're cute."
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after drinking an almost illegal amount of hot cocoa, the pair walked to his room, taking of their clothes layer by layer with a matching blush on their faces.
he plopped down on his bed, feeling antsy and fidgety because amelia was only left wearing a shirt of his and spandex.
she joined him on the bed, putting her head in his lap. he ran one of his hands through her hair as she grabbed his other. "you have nice hands."
he leaned his head back with a smile on his red face. "uh..thank you." he never really knew how to react to compliments, especially from his favorite girl.
they sat in silence before amelia picked up her head, looking him in the eyes. "can i paint your nails?"
"uh.. s-sure"
"it'll be hot." she smiled before standing up to get her backpack. she rummaged through it to find the bottle of black nail polish that she brought to school for the times of desperate boredom.
she excitedly walked back to timothee's bed. they sat criss-cross applesauce on the bed, facing each other. she worked with full focus, wanting his hands to look perfect. he stared at her, smiling at how her tongue peeked out of her mouth. and at how she wrinkled her nose and spoke under her breath whenever she messed up. and especially at how she bit her lip whenever she finished each nail and looked up at him to see his reaction. he always smiled back at her, sometimes adding a wink.
after finishing, she smiled proudly at timothee," do you like the-"
she was quickly cut off by his lips pressing against hers. "you are my favorite person in the world."
"so i'm guessing you liked them?"
••• a/n i don't have much to say but i hope you enjoyed! sorry it's been a while i tried to make this one longer i love you guys
