Mixed Feelings | Timothée Chalamet

8. Home

Alyssa's POV

It was the next morning following the disaster that was last night. Keara, Aaron, Timothée and I were all heading back to New York this afternoon. The rest of the crew were either going back to Los Angeles or staying in Toronto to work on the show. I had finished packing my bags this morning and I joined Aaron for breakfast at a McDonald's across the street. Something that I've always noticed and loved about Aaron was that he never messed with other people's business and he lived in the moment. Not once did he mention Keara or Timothée during breakfast. We ended learning a lot about each other. Other than being the jokster of the group, Aaron enjoyed reading in his spare time and he was quite good in art. At 10 pm, we left the fast food restaurant and headed back to the hotel to get our bags and join the others at the airport. We took a cab to there with our suitcases in the back and entered the airport. We went through security before arriving to the lounge area. Aaron left my side the moment he saw the overpriced candy section in the duty free store. What a child. I walked to our flight section and scanned the room for Keara, to whom I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I spotted her standing next to a tall figure belonging to none other than Timothée. I walk towards them, dragging my suitcase behind me, smiling slightly and apologetically when I make eye contact with Keara. "Hi" I say, slightly waving my hand.

"Hi Alyssa" says Timothée. I give him a small nod to let him know that I acknowledged his hello.

"Umm, Keara, can I speak to you? In private?" I say addressing myself to her "Please?"

"Why can't you tell me what you have to say in front of Timmy? I mean, we're a group, aren't we?" she says, a smirk plastered on her face. I wasn't in the mood to argue with her, mostly in public and so I say my apology, ignoring Timothée presence completely.

"I'm sorry that I was a complete bitch towards you yesterday. You didn't deserve to be treated that way, and I don't deserve to be considered your friend. So I'm sincerely and genuinely sorry."

She smiled sweetly and pulled me into a heartwarming hug. "It's okay. And I promise I'll try my best to not bring up that subject you seem to hate so much." We chuckle lightly before our moment is interrupted by a small cough behind us. That's when I remember Timothée behind us, standing in an awkward pose. "Oops, sorry Timmy" says Keara. "Where's Aaron?" he asks.

"I'm right here, my man!" says a loud and jolly voice behind us. We simultaneously turn around and are struck with shock at first when we see Aaron. His arms were full with a variety of candies and chocolate. One by one, we burst out of laughter and Aaron joins us. For once, we felt like a real group of friends, our differences were put aside for this brief, but iconic moment.

"May all the passengers of the flight 297 board the plane." a female voice said through the speaker." We board the flight after getting our boarding passes checked and take our seats. What I had forgotten to ask the other three were where they were seated. Turns out I was sitting next to Timothée. It was only an hour and a half flight to get back to New York.

It can't be that bad, can it?

***

The flight turned out to go well. Timothée hardly bothered me and I was even able to get a few minutes of sleep. As we were getting off the plane, I took out my phone to text my family that I landed safely. I texted my parents first before moving on to my sister, Samantha. As I was sending my text, I could feel Timothée's eyes looking over my shoulder.

"Who's that?" he asks.

"Who's who?" I reply. He points to the top of my screen, where you see my sister's profile picture.

"Oh, it's just my sister." I say nonchalantly. He doesn't add anything, but I could sense him look at the picture a little longer before looking back at his phone.

I thought nothing of it and proceeded to get my luggage. I hop on a taxi and head back home. Home. I was exhausted, but I had to get back on track quickly. Next week, my old job awaits me. No one other than my family members knew I was an actress, and I intended on keeping it that way. I didn't want people treating me differently. I only had four months of this lifestyle until the show comes out.