IVY // T. CHALAMET

14

"Holy shit!"

"What?" Timothée asked and watched her come into his apartment on the phone. She had left late last night after a re-watch of That 70's Show after their heated debate on the outcome of Jackie's life that she ended up having to go home and calm down when she took it a bit too far.

Ivy covered her phone and loudly whispered, "Michael Kors is making my Oscars dress!" She kissed his head then got back to her call. She sat on the couch next to him and put her legs in his lap while he worked on his computer.

He gave her a huge smile then the two of them got back to work.

"Hey, they need to know what you're wearing so we don't clash." She told him then handed him the phone.

He started talking to her manager extremely flustered by the sudden need to interact with someone that wasn't Ivy, who he was extremely comfortable with. He explained the off white suit he was wearing with a while button up and bow tie to her manager then handed the phone back to Ivy.

Ivy talked with him more then hung up the phone. She grabbed a throw pillow from behind her then hit Timothée on the head with it.

"You made my life harder by asking me to the Oscars, asshole!" She told him looking slightly grumpy while he laughed. "I have to go into a fitting in two days for this stupid thing."

"But think about how fun the awards will be." He said, "Red carpet, meeting people, Sulfjan Stevens, Arm-," Timothée tried listing off reasons why the Oscars would be amazing, despite the obvious, but Ivy yelled and cut him off.

"Sulfjan Stevens!?" Her face lit up hearing that he would be there, "Is he preforming?"

Timothée nodded.

"Oh my God, I'm going to die at the Oscars. My parents played him all the time and, God I love him so so so much. If I meet him I'm going to cry, or die. Probably both." Ivy freaked out. Timothée thought it was really cute and that she was beautiful in her panicked state.

"Well I really hope you don't die because I was going to ask you if you wanted to try and get some breakfast. Bailey can come too if he wants, I haven't seen him in a while and I'd like to talk to him." Timothée joked.

"He'd love that. I'll go get him then get ready, see you in 20!" She stood up abruptly and kissed him on his cheek, at least thats where she aimed but she ended up kissing his cheek and some of his lips on accident in her mad rush. Her cheeks turned cherry red and the corners of her lips went up slightly as she ran out the door and into the hallway with an excited little squeak.

Timothée was taken by surprise at the kiss, confused as to where she was aiming or what her goal was, but he was not complaining about him. His cheeks went very red and a smile broke out onto his face.

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timmy t support group™

dad!armie , mom!elizabeth , sirsh! , basket case!timothée

basket case!timothée
a. I don't approve of this groupchat name, but now is not the time
b. I'm going to ask Bailey and get his okay about me and Ivy (I know I don't have to and it's very old fashioned and a little gross and very misogynistic but I'd like to know that he won't beat me up is I ask her to be my girlfriend)
c. Ivy and I kissed..?

dad!armie
okay, good job being a gentleman. What do you mean by "kissed..?"

sirsh!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

mom!elizabeth
Tim please elaborate

basket case!timothée
I think she was trying to kiss me on the cheek but it ended up hitting more of my lips than my cheek, not complaining but WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN

mom!elizabeth
that she likes you enough to kiss you on the cheek and maybe even your lips?

dad!armie
dude, why are you complaining

sirsh!
Ivy probably liked it as much as you did so go get em tiger

dad!armie
what Saoirse said

mom!elizabeth
see you at the Oscars hun!

basket case!timothée
y'all suck at advice