sincerity is scary | t.chalamet

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SHE WAS SAT at the table, with a bowl of cereal in front of her. she was swirling the silver spoon around the bowl hearing the faint ting of it hitting the china every so often. she was moving the bits around and around, hypnotising her.

it had been a few weeks since she came back from Rehab, she had spent 6 months there with her family visiting as often as they could. she spent a lot of time with Margot and Chris, almost replacing her own biological parents.

her father, Brad and mother, Angelina would visit as often as they could. it was easier for Brad however as Cherrie was in a rehabilitation centre in America whereas her mother was still located in England. this didn't stop her from visiting her daughter though, both daughters, that is.

the tabloids had been keeping up to date with Layla Parker's life, as they do with all the Parkers throughout the last 6 months. though, Cherrie was no where to be seen. no one knew if she was alive, where she was, what she was doing. She came back to her fathers house in New York at the start of September.

throughout her time away, she had her ups and downs just as any minor addict does. shes still getting there, but she was well enough to come back to live off campus and back with her father. though, she was advised to keep her head down and focus on herself and her dancing. she had been practising as therapy in the centre when she was more stable, she had Seb with her nearly every day supporting the girl she looked at as a little sister.

it was nearly Cherrie's nineteenth, and that was enough to keep her in the spotlight at least once or every other week. though, this year, her birthday didn't seem to cross her mind. whilst she was away, her father was producing a movie in which he worked with the one and only, Timothée Chalamet.

now, she had been contacted by a lot of people throughout the last six months, and one of them was timothée. he sent her a text nearly every day just messaging her something weird or funny, or something he had learnt or found out that day. when she found out he was working with her father, she wasn't sure if she was excited or just felt a little sick about it.
this meant that she was to attend the premiere in New York and Los Angeles for the movie, she would always, without a doubt go and cheer her father on whether he was acting or doing something behind the scenes, she was always there to support him.

she was very nervous with this situation however. her anxiety was hitting an all time high because it all started next month. and that meant she had to be unhidden and back to square one, once again.

"have you taken your meds, bub?" her father asked her as he walked into the kitchen with his old man glasses resting on his nose.

she rolled her eyes and dropped the spoon into the milky mush of cereal that she got bored of eating. "No ma'am."

he looked at her with raised eyebrows and a look of disapproval, "come on, sweetness. you gotta take your meds. alana is coming over soon."

she pouted her plump lips at his words and got up from the table, "they make me feel funny." she sighed.

ever since she started taking medication for her mental health, she had been feeling completely out of it. sometimes she didn't even know where she was, or what she was suppose to be doing.

"but if you suddenly stop taking them you'll make yourself worse because you need to be consistent." he told her.

"i know, i know." she said picking her bowl up and walking to the kitchen. she put the bowl in the sink and opened the cabinet to grab her meds from the top shelf, "when's Alana coming over?"

"at noon i think she said, then Seb called and asked how you were doing and if you were up for training." he replied.

"and you said?"

"i said no, she needs rest."

"fuck, mum's going to kill me." she cursed under her breath.

her father sighed, "your mother has been told to be gentle on you. i know what she's like. she's a lovely woman but needs to be more patient, you need time."

"but time isn't doing me any good! i'm getting fat, i'm not happy, every time i look at a fucking silver spoon i get temptations and i don't like it, i'm so irritable and i just can't take this anymore."

her father hated this. he didn't know what to do, watching his beloved daughter struggle as much as she was. he was happy she was still open with him, though. they had always been extremely close and throughout her whole process they still remained the same closeness which is rare for people in their situation sometimes.

"Oh angel," he sighed pulling her into a hug, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and silently cried into his clothes, "i love you, so much. this will just take time. just talk to me, okay? don't ever stop talking to me because i need to know that you still trust and love me as much as i do." he begged.

her father was extremely insecure ever since him and Angelina decided to informally separate. he felt that his kids were let down by him, ashamed. he loved Angelina like crazy and will never stop loving her, but things happened and got out of hand. he never wanted her or his beloved children to ever neglect him and he was so scared that they would.

"Timothée asked about you today," he spoke softly after a moment of silence between them, "asked how you were doing."

Brad would always come back to Cherrie and tell her about his day on the set of Beautiful Boy. it hit him harder than he ever thought it would due to his situation. him and Timothée seemed to get on really rather well and Brad admired the young man from afar and wondered what had made him become so insanely intellectual at such a young age.

"i think you would like him."

and he was right, Cherrie did like him, but she hadn't seen him in months and she had destroyed herself. it wasn't attractive, it wasn't fun. it was stupid and foolish.

But as October ventured nearer, she wondered every night what it would be like to see him again.

i can assure u all this will get beefy and sexy and angry and angsty and lovey and every thing in between lol !!!!!!! get ready, this is jus the warm up ;)