.timothée.
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It's halfway through the photo shoot that I realize my fly has been down the entire time.
Immediately, heat rises to my cheeks and I frantically rack my brain for any excuse to leave and fix this problem. The photographer asks me to look towards the camera and I do so, but this results in me completely forgetting how to pose. My mind is so concentrated on my unzipped pants that I've lost focus.
The girl taking my picture is young, a lot younger than I thought professional photographers were allowed to be. I've never seen her before, and it isn't until I overhear my manager, George, say she's new for me to realize this. She's very professional, and if I hadn't heard George say that, I wouldn't have been any the wiser.
The snap of the camera shutter pulls me out of my thoughts and I decide to just pretend I don't know my fly is down and continue on with the photo shoot. Soon enough, it's over and I'm allowed a quick restroom break before I have to change outfits. As I hurry to the bathroom, I pass Photographer Girl. I smile at her but she doesn't return the expression.
"Your fly was down that entire time," she growls, pushing past me and popping a bubble with her gum in the process. Taken back by her impertinence, I don't retaliate and just brush it off. Maybe she's having a bad day.
Or she's on her period or something.
If she's even old enough to have one.
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When I return to the studio room, dressed in a new outfit, I find a small table of assorted snacks and drinks laid out. I grab a handful of grapes and pop them in my mouth, one at a time, then turn around, admiring the new backdrop against the wall. Photographer Girl returns to the room as well, but doesn't acknowledge me. She strides over to who I assume is her manager and says something to him, then makes her way over to the snack table, which I'm still standing by.
"I can tell you know what you're doing," I comment, watching as her eyes scan over the food. She doesn't say anything, which I expected. "And for the record, I knew my fly was down the whole time."
The girl finally looks at me, tears a bite out of an apple with her teeth, then walks off towards the backdrop. I can't help but smile at this rebellious girl.
I finish the grapes in my hand then follow after her. She takes her place behind the camera, and I take mine in front of it.
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hi! i've recently fallen in love with the beautiful and insanely talented timothée chalamet, haha, so i decided writing a fanfic about him might be kinda fun. i'm not too sure how this story is gonna go, but i have some plots in mind and am very excited to share them with you guys! as always, your thoughts in the comments definitely help me as a writer, so leave all the positive constructive criticism you want! xx
~Ann
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the age of youth // t.c.
Fanfiction- "smile," she tells me from behind the camera, but i guess she didn't see that i already was. - a young photographer. a grown actor. they don't see eye to eye, but through the blindness of love, they make it work. until they can't.
