Young Blood ~•~Timothée Chalamet

Chapter 11

"I'll take your hand and suddenly the world isn't so dark."

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God, there were so many schools across the country. It was hard to decide where I'd want to spend the next four years of my life. As I scrolled, I focused my attention to those in California. Everything I'd ever known was out here. But maybe everything wasn't what I needed to know anymore. A new place with new people; that's what I needed.

I had to leave the state or school just wasn't going to be an option. The East Coast now seemed more appealing. Being even more specific, New York. It was a long way from Los Angeles. That made me smile.

But they were all thousands and thousands of dollars and that was if I even got accepted. What story did I have to tell? What accomplishments were going to even get my transcript a second look? There was always my father's connections.

I sighed, closing my laptop.

My phone buzzed against the desk. I picked it up and saw a text from Timothée.

Let's have dinner tonight.

I was intrigued.

Where?

You pick.

No one ever gave me the choice.

Anywhere?

Sure. It's a special occasion, so preferably a little fancy.

What were we celebrating?

How about Maestros in Malibu.

Sounds perfect. I'll pick you up at 5:30.

I wanted to get out of this house now.

I don't think I can wait.

I have some work to finish. Sorry. But I'll see you then. :)

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A few hours had passed and I was already ready. My dress was backless, colored in champagne satin. I could feel the cool air of the kitchen dance across my skin.

I stood by the counter, drinking a glass of water. My lipstick pressed itself into the rim.

I heard footsteps approaching against the tile. I didn't even have to look up, I knew the familiar sound of those Oxfords.

"How are you, my dear?" Father grabbed himself a tumblr from the cabinet and the bottle of whiskey sitting nearby.

"Fine."

I traced my finger along the crimson colored stain. My ears listened to the sound of bourbon spilling from the bottle.

He took a gulp and eyed my body. "Don't you look fancy." He wore a smug expression.

"I have a date."

"With Tyler?" He asked with suggestive eyes, bringing the tumblr to his lips.

"No," I blurted out. "but how did you even know about him?"

"Let's just say a little birdy told me." He winked at me before setting his glass down in the sink. I glared at this man.

"Is he really coming back?" My words made him pause.

"Who?"

Like he didn't know. "You know who."

It took Father a few seconds to respond as he turned around and faced me. "Yep," he beamed our, clasping his hands together, "and actually sooner than expected. He'll be here by the end of February."