delicate. / timothée chalamet au

fifteen.

i walk into the familiar building, in search of damien, and at first glance greeted by a half awake pam sitting at her desk. 

i sign in while my eyes flicker from the sheet in front of me to pam, who is is about to dooze off into a peaceful sleep, which i realize i can't stand for, so i shove the sign in sheet over the counter where it loudly crashes on to the granent floor. i quickly pass by after pam is awoken in shock by the noise, and enter into damiens office to see if him sat at his desk eating his lunch. he looks up at me, doesn't flinch or even look surprised that i'm here late.

"rose, rose, rose... what are we going to do with you?" he asks jokingly.

i plop in the chair right in front of his desk, "hopefully provide me with advice?" i reply.

"trouble in paradise with young timothee?" damien says smirking at me.

i look at him stunned, "seriously-- how do you already know about us? it's been like two days?"

"i'm gifted," he says smiling to himself. he looks back at me, getting into his serious nature again, "so, spill."

"-- do i honestly even have to start damien? you know how fucking bad i am in relationships." damien starts to nod at me, with a matter of fact look on his face.

"i mean-- fuck, i haven't even ever considered talking to someone of the opposite sex since blake," i continue.

damien looks shocked at what i just said, and points at himself pouting his lips.

"you know what i mean," i chuckle back.

"look-- blake was a special kind of-- satan..." damien says carefully, earning a smile from me.

"but every relationship is different, you know?"

"you see everyone always says that, but every time i get into something new, it's always the same problems that end up fucking it up," i sigh.

damien pulls his chair closer to mine.

"okay look-- every time a new romantic relationship starts up, you have all the insecurities of your previous one, that's inevitable. but, the truth is, it's an entirely new relationship with a completely new person. so this person unlike the old one, may not think your laugh kind of sounds like a walrus, but might actually think it's the most beautiful sound instead."

i roll my eyes at him, remembering the time blake compared my laugh to the sound of a walrus.

 "rose, blake was an ass. it just so happens that you didn't realize it as quick as everyone else did. but, you can't let that depict or cause harm to the next relationship you have."

i sigh, damien really does know his shit.

damien continues, "and tim, i mean have you seen him? and my god, you should hear the way he talks about you."

my heart jolts at that, "he talks about me?" i ask my eyes practically falling out of my head.

damien scoffs, "almost the only thing he ever talks about. you really made him work for it too."

i smirk, "who doesn't love a good chase?"

"ah and there she is." damien rolls his eyes at me.

there's a few moments of silence before a new uncomfortable chill shudders through me.

"damien, what if i fuck this up somehow? i mean i almost did like twenty times because i was scared, but now i'm petrified, because now everything is out in the open."

damien ponders to himself for a moment, seemingly wrapping his brain for a specific question, and once he finds it, his eyes beam.

"do you see yourself with tim for a long time?" he asks

"huh?" i question.

"can you see yourself falling in love with him?" damien asks carefully.

it's weird, but the first thing that pops into my head when damien asks me this questions is the face tim gets when he finally passes a level in gta. i sigh fondly at the thought and look up at damien again.

"yeah, i'm probably going to fall madly in love with him," i confess shamelessly.

"--but the thing i'm scared of isn't that. it's that-- he doesn't really know everything about me yet. and i doubt he'll still be interested when he finds out. and what scares me is that if this doesn't work out-- i'm going to relapse again." i shakily sigh out.

"you underestimate your strength rose. you've been through more than many people have in their whole lifetime, yet here you are. sober-- and progressing in your life. don't overthink everything so much, just let what happens happen." damien concludes.

"you're right, i'm breaking my own damn heart."

there's a silence while damien seems to be gathering his thoughts.

he looks back to me and shrugs.

"yeah, maybe it won't work, but maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure of all."

i smirk up at him, "isn't that from the movie, g--"

"nope-- i don't know what you're speaking of," damien says in a rush.

i smiley widely at him.

"feel better?" he asks.

"yeah, i do." i say truthfully.

damien starts to tap his pen on his desk impatiently.

"what damien?"

"is it too soon for me to say i told you so, and hear you say how good i am at these things?"

and with that, i get up and wave goodbye to damien, while pulling out my phone to text tim.

hey tom

delivered

tim<3

who's tom?

oh! ur a dork

i'm on my way over

if that's okay?

delivered

tim<3

ofc its okay

i miss ur face

ew pls delete that i didn't mean 

to actually push send

if it makes you any less embarrassed

i miss your face too

delivered

tim<3

wow we both pathetic

at least we pathetic together

delivered

tim<3

true :))

how'd talking w damien go?

it went good

feeling sm better

delivered

tim<3

good :)) 

glad to here it

hurry!!

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peep the change she made in his contact name-- honestly otp.