it's 1990 and the world is finally making sense. the birds are chirping, the kids are smoking, and the air is getting heavier. you're alone on a rainy night when a bubblegum chewing, cigarette smoking, leather jacket wearing angel walks into your li...
your pov *time skip: 2 days* setting: school cafeteria a/n: p/n=parents' nationality
i couldn't stop thinking of Timothée. he made his way into my brain and decided to stay there. i try reading my book, but i keep getting distracted by thoughts of him and the loud chatter of my peers. i go back to my book, trying to soak in the words when i'm once again interrupted but not by the thought of him, but by him. "hi" he says with a cute smile. "can i sit here?" he asks and i nod a little too quickly. god, i'm such a dork. he runs his hand through his hair and takes a seat. "uh how are you?" he asks, clearly trying to make conversation. "pretty okay. i'm trying to read this stupid book but everyone's distracting me" i say but then i realize the meaning of my words. "oh wait no no i don't mean i don't want to talk to you!" I quickly correct myself. "i like talking to you.." he stares at me and laughs. it's a little easier looking in his eyes now compared to on the bridge. "i wasn't offended! and.. i like talking to you too" he says blushing a little. he's so fucking adorable. i just want to hug him. "so how do you like it here so far? any different than LA?" i ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "it's a little different. nobody here seems to care about tv and fashion as much as over there but it makes sense" he says. i nod in agreement. "so what music do you like?" i ask. "ah well you don't really want to know do you?" he says looking at the floor. "no! i really do want to know!" i say. he laughs. "okay okay okay.. i like rap and hip hop and stuff. you know.. but i'll listen to anything really. i like The Beatles and other bands.." he says. i chuckle. "were you really scared of telling me that you liked hip hop and The Beatles?!" i ask, laughing. he nods, smiling and then laughs at himself. "how about you? what music do you like?" he asks. "i'll listen to literally anything except country, heavy rap, and heavy metal" i say. he nods. "so uh what's your family like?" i ask. "well i was born in LA. my mom has Russian roots and my dad is French. they met in New York. i have a younger sister" he says. "what's your family like?" he asks. "well my parents are both p/n and i'm an only child" i say, feeling confident that we made good conversation. suddenly, Becca the school's popular girl walks up to us. i look at her in disgust. Timothée catches onto my gaze and looks at her wearily. "awh look at the ugly duckling. she thinks that the swan likes her!" she says, her friends snickering in the background. i stand my ground. "cat got your tongue? huh wonder why?" she says grabbing a piece of Timothée's hair and twirling it in her finger. he moves away slightly startled. i don't blame him. she pushes me away and sits next to him. "hey cutie, why don't you come to the bridge tomorrow night? we could have a good time... don't be so scared, i don't bite!.. well i can" she says, making my skin crawl. Timothée looks clearly uncomfortable. i have the urge to slap her because how dare she get in between Timothée and i?! i just sit there. i have to do something. i get up. "fuck off, Becca. he clearly doesn't want you here and neither do i. now go and fuck with someone else" i say to her face. she calmly gets up and stares at me, fire in her piercing blue eyes. Timothée smiles at me. she puts a hand on my shoulder. "okay ugly duckling. just don't go running to your mommy when he decides to go with me" she says. ugh the nerve. i scoff. "yeah right" i say. "suit yourself" she says as she walks away with her friends who are snickering beside her. i wonder who else's lunch experience she's going to ruin. i sit down next to Timothée and exhale deeply. "i can't stand her" i say. he nods. "i'm sorry, i should have warned you about her. she always picks on the transfers and their friends" "it's okay. at least now i know to stay away. you did good" he says, referring to my comebacks. "ehh it takes practice" i say with a smirk. he laughs. "hey i have an idea. want to go to the bridge tonight? i was just wondering since we had a good time there last time we went and i don't know.. it's dumb. we could go somewhere else if you want" he says, blushing. is this a date?? oh my god. what do i say??? "uhh yeah yeah! that sounds great! just as long as Becca doesn't show up. i know some good spots. everyone goes to the bridge. do you want it to be just us or other people?" i ask. "hmm well i don't know. i guess it would be nice to meet other people but i like hanging out with you so i guess i don't mind spending some time alone with you" he says. wow he wants be alone with me?? "okay uh we can get ice cream and see a movie or something" i suggest. "have any movie ideas?" he asks. "how about "Problem Child"? we could see "Arachnaphobia" i ask. he laughs. "if i see "Arachnaphobia" again i'm gonna end up not sleeping for a month and die every time i see a spider" he says. "Problem Child" it is" i smile, already excited for our date...hangout. "i'll pick you up at 7" he says and i give him my address.
your pov *time skip: 4 hours* setting: your home
i rustle through my closet looking for different outfits to wear. i settle for this outfit and seeing that i have 2 hours left until Timothée picks me up, i decide to do my makeup. (your outfit)
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i settle for some chapstick, mascara, concealer and a smokey eye look. i look at myself in the mirror and smile at myself. i look good, i hope Timothée thinks the same.
a/n: hi! i think it's going great so far! i'm super excited to write the date part. hope you like it! thanks for reading! love, nat ❤️
