❛ every night my mind is running around her ❜
in which two old friends reconnect at a high school reunion.
( timothee chalamet x fem! oc )
cover by @amygraymikae
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CHAPTER WARNINGS | STRONG LANGUAGE, ALCOHOL, SUGGESTIVE SEXUAL CONTENT
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"Why wouldn't you bring any clothes with you?" Juliet gawks as the pair walk to the elevator. "Or even get a room!?"
"I live here, do you not still live in New York?" Timothee asks, pressing the floor up button and looking at Juliet with furrowed brows.
"I still live here, but I got a room for the night for fun!" Juliet exclaims as the two wait for the elevator that will take them to the freckled girls room. "Don't bully me, I'm trying to find you a shirt from my own things!"
"I'm not bullying!" Timothee exclaims and Juliet laughs, the elevator dinging as it opens next to them. The friends walk into the elevator and Juliet quickly presses the door close button so they can ride to the seventh floor undisturbed.
"Your a bully." She nods, crossing her arms and leaning against the side of the lift. Timothee shakes his head, smiling because he noticed Juliet was quick to make sure the pair had the elevator all to themselves. "A cute bully." Juliet adds and Timothee hates that he can feel how hard he's blushing. Juliet wants to tease him for his pink cheeks, but she decides against it and gives him a small smile instead.
"Nah." Timothee says, shaking his head and letting his hair stay in his face. The pair arrive at Juliet's floor, not another word said between the two of them after Timothee denied the girls compliment. The silence didn't make the atmosphere awkward, instead it made the old friends feel much more comfortable in each others company. Juliet walks a few steps ahead of Timothee to her hotel room door, 708, and quickly pulls her room key out of her back pocket.
"I bought wine." Juliet smiles over her shoulder, pushing her door open and flipping the lights on as she walks over to the mini fridge in her room.
"I now resent wine for personal and triggering reasons." Timothee smiles, shutting the door behind him and walking over to Juliet .
"It's chardonnay." Juliet says, standing up from the mini fridge and holding an already opened bottle of wine.
"Well it's already opened..." Timothee drifts off, pulling the bottle away from Juliet and taking a swig before giving it back. Juliet takes a long swallow from the clear bottle and sets in on the counter, looking at Timothee.
"Your taller than me, so I don't know why exactly I thought this shirt plan will work." Juliet says, Timothee leaning past her and grabbing the wine.
"Not that much taller." He shrugs, gulping down more wine and when he looks at Juliet she has her eyebrows raised.
"Timmy your like a head taller than me, five ten or something?" She asks, snatching the bottle away from him and swigging.
"You said you wanted to help me!" Timothee exclaims and Juliet laughs, taking another gulp of wine and setting it down on the counter.
"I'm gonna help you, I'm gonna help!" She exclaims in reply, walking past Timothee and grabbing her duffel bag. The brunette lifts her bag onto the bed and zips it open, beginning to shuffle clothes around before pulling out a few things. "I have a white t-shirt and a yellow crop top." Juliet says, holding up both shirts. Timothee chuckles before stepping forward with the bottle of wine in one hand and swiping the white shirt from her grasp.
"I'm definitely not going to pull of that as well as you can." Timothee smiles, handing her the bottle of wine and gesturing to the yellow crop top still in her hands.
"Well I obviously didn't wear that today, so you see how that panned out." She muses, her eyebrows jumping up as she glances down at what she's currently wearing. High waisted mom jeans, cropped olive green turtleneck sweater, black blazer and heeled black lace up boots. She isn't a fashion icon, but she knows how to dress herself well enough to function as a twenty four year old adult woman.
"How fast does wine get into your system?" Timothee asks, taking a swig from the practically empty bottle of wine and sitting on Juliet's bed.
"Don't drink all my wine." Juliet says flatly, reaching out her arm for the bottle of wine, which Timothee hands over to her.
"You didn't answer my question, how drunk does wine get you?" He insists and Juliet shrugs.
"Why do you think I'm a wine scientist, all I know is it gets you drunker faster than anything else." Juliet tells him and he throws his hands up in the air, his mouth falling open.
"You are a fucking wine scientist!" He exclaims and Juliet laughs, shoving the yellow shirt still in her hand back into the duffel bag and zipping it up.
"I'm not a wine scientist, I just really don't want to go sit in that sad little conference room and have to talk to people I don't want to talk to!" Juliet exclaims back, raising her eyebrows and throwing her duffel bag on the floor, finishing off the bottle of wine.
"Did you just drink the rest?" Timothee asks, swiping the bottle from her hands and holding it up to the light so he can see better.
"I was thirsty!" Juliet yells, scooting closer to Timothee on the bed so her right leg and arm are touching his. "This is gonna get me tipsy." Juliet nods, pulling the bottle from Timothee and leaning over him to set it on the bedside table.
"I better not get drunk." Timothee says, shaking his head before wagging a finger at Juliet. "You are a terrible influence Juliet Bloom." He says haughtily and Juliet scoffs, looking at the boy face on. As Juliet opens her mouth to say something quick and rude back to Timothee, she sees something flash in his eyes and she finds herself leaning in closer to him.
"I want to kiss you." Juliet blurts in a quiet voice and Timothee smiles, leaning his forehead against hers.
"Kiss me." He whispers, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.
