delicate. / timothée chalamet au

seven.

1 new notification from: tim

tim:
fyi: you've forgotten
your bra again

rose:
oh god... i really am
suffering from memory loss
delivered

tim:
excuses excuses

rose:
?
delivered

tim:
you do know you don't
have to forget
shit at my place to come
over right?

rose:
well, i know now
delivered

tim:
we're friends now, and that means unapologetically
storming into each other's
apartments at the most
absurd times of day

rose:
hahaha good to know
hey can your first act in our new
found friendship be getting
me out of this date?
delivered

tim:
you're still with that
roger guy?
it's been like almost 4 hours
since you left

rose:
i [love] [deleted]
like how you count the
hours since i last was
with you  
delivered

tim:
oh shut up.
what's wrong with him?

rose:
the easier question would
be what's right w him...
his name is roger and he's
a real estate agent.
and he's as bland as
that last sentence.
delivered

tim:
oh gosh.
i bet he goes golfing
in his spare time
and drives a prius

rose:
nope even worse...
badminton and a hyundai
delivered

tim:
ouch

rose:
he's too normal and happy
also, apparently it's possible
to have a good childhood?
delivered

tim:
omg i've never met one of those
kinds of people in person before!!
they don't cry while talking about family
memories right?
at least that's what i've heard

rose:
not a tear...
or even a awkward sigh
delivered

tim:
how strange...
so what's the plan to
get you away from this
happy badminton playing hyundai
driver?

rose.
i dont know
you could call and say
there's an emergency?
like they do in the movies?
delivered

tim:
wait i've always wanted to do this
i have so many ideas
i'll call you now

rose:
ugh thank you!!
this is a start to a
beautiful friendship
delivered

tim:
;))

incoming call from:
tim
accept decline

i press the accept button and hold in my breath, getting nervous that roger will know i'm lying.

"okay so i have so many ideas right now." tim says brightly.
good to know he's having fun while i'm panicking.

"hello?" i say, then mouthing a "sorry" to roger who's been talking about an episode of the animal planet for fifteen minutes straight now.

"what do you think about me saying i'm your ex boyfriend?" tim asks me as if he thinks i can answer him directly.

"what do you mean you're not feeling well?" i say hinting that that idea sucks.