EVE WAS SICK OF SEEING HIS FACE IN the news. Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was talented. Yes, he was both and humble... but Eve Granger was tired of seeing his immaculate face on her newsfeed every day.
"I thought I would escape high school!" She complained to her work best friend, Andy. It was only eight am, but Eve was awake and angry, her heels stomping on the ornate linoleum floor of the art gallery she worked at. The twenty-one year old stood before Andy's desk, and he could feel the anger radiating off of her.
"So he got famous because he was in a gay movie, so what?" Andy piped up. "It's not like he's that famous yet."
Eve groaned, "Yet!"
"Oh come on, it's still an indie film. Just because you're a whore for A24 and a member of film twitter does not mean everyone has seen his face yet."
"Keep saying yet and I'll rip your head off." She fell back into the womb chair he had precariously set next to his window overlooking Central Park and sighed. "I'm glad for him, but it just sucks when you feel like your hard work isn't paying off as much as others." Eve watched the new yorker's and bit her lip, why did everyone else's lives seem to be progressing while she remained stagnant?
Andy watched her, "E, it'll be okay. Use this to motivate you. Who knows, maybe you'll be the Chalamet to the art world."
Eve wanted to envision that, surrounded by Warhol's and Pollock's, Van Gogh's and Picasso's, but there was some imaginary barrier. She hadn't been in the art world long enough, Timothée had been in the film industry and she was glad he had finally gotten his big break. She was glad she got to witness his rise, even from the sidelines. Eve wanted that rise, just in a different field.
She remembered her roommate showing her how she got the limited released copy of Call Me By Your Name before it hit the markets, but her roommate wanted to watch it because it was one of her favorite books. When Eve sat down with her to watch it, she almost choked on her popcorn when she saw Timothée. It had been so long.
"Yeah, maybe I will be." Eve replied. She looked at Andy and smiled softly, "I'm going to make a few phone calls about the Banksy exhibit." The girl got up and left her friend's office, walking down the hallway with one thought running through her head, How do I become the Timothée Chalamet of the art world?
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precious- timothée chalamet
Fanfiction"you're so precious to me, do you know that?" a love story where one up and coming actor reignites his friendship with an old high school classmate who introduces him to her world full of beautiful art and the art of being ordinary note: dates (lik...
