you gave her a blank stare and blinked, clueless as to what you should do. "amaya, this is sammy," timothée began as he closed the door. "i told you about her, yeah? she's the one who gave me this," he picked up his sheet of tabs and flashed it in front of her face.
she smirked and grabbed the sheet right out of his hand, biting her lip. your eyes flickered back and forth between the two standing right in front of you. your brain practically short circuited as you looked this girl up and down.
"i thought sammy was a boy?" she asked. they both looked down to you, and you shook your head.
"i-i'm a girl," you stuttered out. amaya forced a. smile at you and looked back to timothée.
"well," she said, nodding her head to the door. your face grew red and you felt your chest tighten. you were quick to realise what was happening.
"i'll go," you said, standing up. "bye guys." you went to the door and opened it, looking at timothée one more time. his eyes seemed to be glued to the floor, and amaya was already taking her shirt off.
you closed the door behind you and stood there for a moment. the weight of the last hour caught up to you all at once and your head started spinning. you pushed the palms of your hands into your eyes and rubbed them.
you stretched, but that only made you dizzy. you looked behind you back at the door, just to make you sure it's really there and that you didn't dream all of that up. you stared at it, and it creaks. and it creaks again. and again. a rhythm starts to form.
you hear a deep moan come from it, followed by a consistent squeaking. didn't know doors were so noisy. you rolled your eyes and stumbled away from the room.
you went to the stairs and sat down at the top, letting your head fall down. you could still hear the squeaking from the bedroom, but the music from down stairs helped drown it out. although it was noticeably quieter than before. what time is it?
you turned your phone on and checked the time. how is it almost one? you asked yourself, and unlocked it and went to your messages. Noah never texted you back.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Moon//timothéeXreader
Fanfiction"you don't know what, but something made you do it. maybe it was the the music, the rum, the lava lamp that sat next to the bed, or maybe it was his eyes. but it didn't matter. because either way-- the music, lava lamp, rum, his eyes-- you did it."...
