timothee chalamet imagines

just friends?

this is loosely based off of "The Beach" by the neighborhood.

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If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you
Fallin' again, I need a pick-me-up
I've been callin' you friend
I might need to give it up

I sang along to the song that was playing on my speakers. I had been listening to it often. There's always some songs that feel as if they were written for you and what you were feeling, this was one of them. I had fallen in love with my best friend. Knowing each other since we were younger, Timothée and I quickly became friends in the 9th grade. We were now in our twenty's and I had been having to hide how I truly felt for years.
"You really love that song don't you" Timothée says walking into my apartment and I quickly turn it off.
"Yes,it's very good" I defensively
"Not saying it wasn't" he puts his hands up surrendering. I walked up to him and examined his looks.
"You're dressed up. Did you have an interview?" I question and he shook his head no.
"Date" he said nonchalantly. My heart sunk. I turned around going to the kitchen.
"So I'm assuming you aren't hungry." I say playing it off cool.
"Actually yeah, she kinda stood me up" he replied and I felt bad for being happy.
"Oh I'm sorry" I say looking at him with pity in my eyes.
"It's okay, I'd rather be here anyways." He shrugged.
"Wanna order a pizza and rent a movie?" I asked.
"Of course." He responded and I picked up my phone ordering the pizza.

"Oh come on!" I yelled in frustration as we were watching Love,Rosie
"Woah chill out there Y/N" Timothee laughed
"It's not funny! They are literally so in love with each other but they won't admit it" I yelled at him as he laughed at me.
"This is not what I was expressed when you said we would rent a movie" he tells me.
"I'm showing you some quality romance movies" I shrug and he just shakes his head.
"What's with all the sappy friend loves other friend shit? First that song and now this movie. You trying to tell me something?" He says jokingly. I try to control myself nervousness and I just giggled. It hurt knowing that he only thought of me as a friend.

Timmys POV.
I looked at Y/N as she awkwardly giggled. Oh how I loved her laugh. I've liked her for years now. I know the feelings we never be reciprocated so I just stayed silent. I made a joke about her liking me hoping that maybe it would cause her to say something, nope. I had been going on dates recently, hoping that somehow I'd find a way to get over her. Nothing has worked yet.

Y/N POV
We watched the rest of the movie. By the time it was over I was laying on Timothée's chest as his arms wrapped around me. I could tell he was asleep because his breathing had slowed and light snore escaped his mouth. I slowly pried his arm off me as I got up and walked to the kitchen. Getting a glass of water, I took some melatonin and headed up to bed. I would of loved to stay down on the couch and cuddle with Timmy but I knew that I needed to move on. I crawled in bed and wrapped myself in my comforter. Burying my head in the pillow, I felt like I could finally breathe. When I'm around Timmy, I have to try to hide my feelings. When I'm alone, I can let myself feel them and be upset or happy. I'm deep in thought when I hear my bedroom door open. Timothée's tired steps come up and lay next to me in bed. He wraps his arms around my side and lays his body close to mine.
"I love you" he lightly whispers as he falls into deep sleep. I on the other hand, am now wide awake. I'm sure he would be able to feel my heartbeat through my chest if he was still awake. I turned my head and I could see some of his curls sticking up. I smiled and closed my eyes. Trying to sleep with Timmy's words on my mind.
Waking up the next morning I felt Timothée's arm still on my waist and his head buried in my neck. It felt great to have the person I've felt so strongly for hold me like this. But I knew it had a different meaning for both of us. To me, he was my everything. And to him, I was probably just another warm body to lay next to.
It sucked being just friends.

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I'm making a part two later but I wanted to finish this up bc I'm hella tired. Sorry if it's short.
-bay
im still accepting requests if anybody wants to send in anything.