Timothee.

chapter six. timothée.

Saoirse
<buzzfeed link>
Uh oh. Looks like they've
blown your cover.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself. I put my phone down walking over to my kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine, I guess to brace myself for the impact. I had to hope to god that Adele wasn't the type to read or believe Buzzfeed News. She didn't seem like the type, but she could stumble across it.
For all I knew she could've been a fan of mine.

I opened the drawer to my left to retrieve my bottle opener. Thinking angrily I jammed it into the cork opening the bottle and i poured generously into my glass. My phone rang immediately after.
"Shit, shit, shit." I ran over to my phone in a panic and picked it up.

It was Adele.

I thought about tweeting something about how nice Italy is on this fine afternoon. Tweeting directly at Buzzfeed might've been too suspicious but I could've thrown everybody off that way. But was it that serious?
My mind was racing, going back and forth between maybe showing her it's me or just continuing on with this persona.

I hit the answer button, "Hey Adele." I walked back into my kitchen to pick up my glass of wine and practically chug it waiting for her to speak a word. "Adele?" My heart pounded. She knew, there was no possible way she didn't. She's going to know i'm a shitty person.

"Oh sorry, I was helping my mom with something. Did you need my address?" The sigh that came out of my mouth was so loud, but so relieving. My heart was still trying to find it's way out of my chest, my mouth was still dry, but thank God she doesn't read Buzzfeed.
"Oh... yes I do. Please text it to me?"
"Sure. Bye!" With a click her voice was gone and I lay on my couch, one hand hanging off of it like I had just been killed. It almost felt as if I had been.

Saoirse
Everything alright
Timothée?

Me
I need to tell you something.
It's ridiculous. Call me.

Within a minute, my phone was ringing with Saoirse's name. I answered. "Hey."
"What's going on?" She asked me. She sounded worried, but surely she should've known you can't just text somebody that. Of course I was over reacting.

I told her everything. I told her about Adele, how we met and how I'm lying to her. "Jeez Timothée. This sounds like a Hallmark movie." She chuckled after and I rolled my eyes because that was exactly what I was thinking. "I know. Is it wrong of me?" I bit the inside of my cheek compulsively and nervously, picking up my wine glass.

"Oh Tim. You're too nice, you know that? Look, let's just say things do work out; I'm sure she'll understand once you explain everything to her." I nodded to myself, feeling as if I could calm myself down. My breathing steadied. "I knew I could call you..." I chuckled finally relieved of my anxieties. "Of course Timothée. Love ya!" I smiled, "Love you too. Bye." I hung up and finished my glass of wine, making my way over to my bedroom to pick out something to wear.

Before I could make it over to my closet, I caught my reflection in my mirror. I stared at my features. How could she not see that I was me? My features were so... me? Staring at myself I touched my lips thinking about how hers might feel on mine, if I ever even got the chance to kiss her. I looked across my bedroom at my black scarf laying on my bed, staring at me. That was my only way to her.

I took a shower and sprayed the most expensive cologne I owned... everywhere. I brushed through my hair delicately and walked back into my bedroom to dress myself and put on my watch. This would be a weird outfit to wear with a scarf, but it didn't matter. The scarf was what mattered and she was what mattered.

I sat on my couch with another glass of wine and my phone in my hand, waiting for the time to pass. I stared at that Buzzfeed article. What assholes. I locked my phone and with another movement rubbed my forehead in distress.

Time passed and before I knew it, it was time to go and get her; not to mention I had gotten tipsy. Tipsy was a generous word. I hadn't realized how many glasses of wine I had and time had slipped by so fast. Before leaving I had put a few crackers in a sandwich bag not noticing that I was stumbling over myself. Coat on, scarf on, I was out of the door with my sandwich bag.

Me
On my way to you, Adele!

Adele
Okay!! :)