jesus christ! - timothée chalamet (DISCONTINUED)

act two / scene three

"Timothée, why is Cassie taking so long?" His mom sighed in her minivan while she waited for her son's best friend.
He shrugged in the backseat, "No clue mom, I'll text h-" Before he could finish his sentence, Cassie jumped out of her front door and raced to the car, a large smile on her face as she knocked on the minivan door. Timothée lurched it open and grinned back at his best friend.
"Wondering if you would show," He said with a laugh.
"Of course I would!" She replied, punching his arm playfully. She sat down in the seat beside him and buckled in. "My mom just told me a few things and wanted to make sure I was home before eleven."
Timothée's mom nodded along in the front seat, "Sounds good. Text me when you want to be picked up from dinner."
"Will do," Timothée responded. He watched the landscape of the subdivision change into the city he loved, but in the reflection he sometimes saw Cassie watching him with a smile.
She hummed beside him as they drove deeper into the city. He recognized the song but couldn't put his finger on it, though he enjoyed hearing her as they sat in a comfortable silence between them.
Once they reached the movie theater, Timothée lead Cassie, waving back to his mother as she departed. When his mom was gone and rounded the corner, Timothée reached for his hand. Cassie grinned when they intertwined their hands, but her eyebrows were furrowed. Nothing between them was official and that made Cassie the most confused. She wanted to know what they were.
He bought the tickets and a large popcorn with drinks for the two of them. They walked towards number seven for the theaters and saw that I Love you to death was playing. "I can't believe you," Cassie laughed, not believing that he would remember her favorite movie. She squeezed his hand affectionately and followed along as they entered the theater, with a large State Farm ad playing around them.
They watched the movie with a few subtle jokes between them, and occasionally Timothée squeezing her hand. When the movie was over, Cassie claimed she was in a popcorn coma.
"It's not a real thing, Cas." Timothée laughed and led her outside to wait for his mom.
Cassie eyed him, "How dare you, Timmy." She clutched her stomach.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," She laughed and held it again. "I just need to sit down. My sides hurt."
She sat down on the sidewalk and held her drink close to her lips. Timmy sat down next to her and laid his head against her shoulder.
"I'm sorry you don't feel well." He sighed.
Cassie laughed, "Timmy, it's not your fault."
"I feel like it is. I ruined the night."
Her eyes widened as she watched the parking lot, "That's doubtful. You made the night better. I can't control myself with popcorn, that's all."
"Promise?" He whispered.
"Promise." She replied, sipping her ginger ale.
"Well, I feel better now." Timothée said with a grin. "Can I ask you a question?" He removed his head from her shoulder and looked at her in the dim lighting. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"
Cassie burst out laughing, "THIS IS SUCH A MIDDLE SCHOOL CLICHE CHALAMET." She wheezed into her jacket sleeve. After a few seconds, she regained her posture and looked at him to see if he was serious. "Oh, you were serious. In that case, of course, Timothée."
He grinned and squeezed her hand. "Wonderful."