Falling ♡ Timothée Chalamet

18 - speechless

Timmy isn't outside yet.

I'm in my cleats and my lucky shorts and I have on a shirt with my favorite soccer players name on the back in big letters. I'm ready for practice, my bag is sprawled on the ground and I wait a good ten minutes for him to show up in the freezing cold, but he doesn't show.

So, I walk.

It's a long walk but it doesn't wear me out. I still arrive at school full of energy and ready to play but I find that I'm twenty minutes late to practice.

Coach gives me a hard time about it but I don't complain. I know I deserve it. I shouldn't always rely on Timmy. Especially not at a time like this.

He probably went home feeling horrible after hearing the news about Alex. It must have been hard for him. Maybe my words of wisdom last night didn't really work the way I thought they did. I make a mental note in my head to call him once practice is over and see if he's okay.

It's quite chilly today. But running a good twenty laps makes my body heat up very quickly. I scan the field to see what girls showed up today and I notice that our best goalie is absent.

My eyes then go over to the very far side of the field where the boys train. I see familiar faces like Fred and Sam but no Timmy and no Alex. My heart sinks.

I hope Alex makes it. I hope Timmy doesn't beat himself over what happened. I hope everything will be okay.

'Myers.' I hear my name being called. 'Coach wants a word with you.' It's Halie. She has a smirk on her face and it doesn't piss me off the way it usually would. Instead it makes me feel more calm.

This is normal. Halie being a complete bitch to me is normal. Everything else is going to shit but my relationship with her hasn't changed. And I'm kind of grateful for that.

I jog over to where Coach is standing and once I reach him I see concern on his face. 'Hey Coach, what's up?' I ask.

Coach Adam sighs placing a hand on my shoulder. 'Look Myers, I know I was hard on you today because you were late but that's only because I didn't want your teammates to think I was unfair.' I nod in understanding.

'I understand Coach, I'm not mad about it. I know the rules are strict on people who are late.' I explain.

Coach nods. 'I knew you would understand. But hey, can you tell me what happened with Alex? Me and Coach Blue have been worried sick and I was going to ask Timothée but he hasn't shown up yet. And I thought you wouldn't show up either but...' I see his eyes begin to fill with tears.

My heart aches for him and for Coach Blue who watches us from across the field with a pained look in his eyes. Coach Adam used to train Alex when he was younger, as for Coach Blue he's been training him for the past two years. The two of them hold him close to their hearts and hearing what happened to him probably scared them like it scared all of us.

I didn't really think about them when I heard the news.

'He's okay.' I say and immediately I see Coach Adam exhale with relief. 'They say he showed signs of consciousness so there's a chance he'll make it. But other than that I don't really know much.' Coach nods and he squeezes my shoulders. I know that is his way of thanking me for the information.

He sends me back out into the field and I find that practice today was really rough because I have gotten way too used to seeing Timothée train across the field from me. Whenever things got hard I'd always just look over at him and he'd send me a smile and make it all okay.

But today he was nowhere in sight. I couldn't rely on his smiles to get me through the morning.

Practice ends quickly considering I missed the first twenty minutes of it. I head to the locker rooms and as I'm putting on a new shirt I realize I don't have a ride which means I have to walk all the way back home.