In Your Eyes ✧ Timothée Chalamet

08 - camp fun

T I M O T H É E

I can get used to this.

The whole waking up in the same bed thing and getting to see her gorgeous face and hear her sexy morning voice everyday as she mumbles to me in her half-conscious state of mind.

It was heaven.

It was something I never knew I needed to get through the day.

Having her hands intertwined with mine, and feeling her heartbeat against my chest and watching her breathe softly and steadily as she slept peacefully on my chest. I loved it, I loved every bit of it. It made me feel whole again. And I haven't felt this good in a very long time.

I know she's awake because she tried mumbling something to me a few times in her state of fatigue. I also know that she's trying to fall back asleep because she has her arms wrapped around me tightly as she attempts to fall into a deep slumber again.

I don't bother her, and I sure as hell don't wake her up because I quite enjoy it. I could lay like this for hours with her body draped over mine because I love her company. Even if we aren't talking, even if we're just laying there in complete silence. I still cherish it.

Because a small part of me knows that in a months time I'll be on a plane to California. Far away from the girl I love. And I can't bare the thought of being away from her. I can't stand to think of it.

I'm caressing her hair when her bedroom door flies open starling the two of us. 'Good morning love birds!' I jerk upwards and so does Ella. She pulls the sheets over herself in fright even though she's obviously fully clothed and I hide myself beneath the covers even though I'm in my sweatpants. It was just that being shirtless in this scenario did not feel right at all.

Aaron smiles as he eyes the two of us and he gets closer to the bed and reaches for the covers yanking them off of us completely. Ella screams in horror and I can't help but want to laugh, I hold it in though because I won't let Aaron gain satisfaction for making me amused. 'What the hell is wrong with you Aaron are you out of your fucking mind?!' She tugs the covers back but they're already off of us and Aaron is smirking deviously.

'No.. I'm just here to wake you two up for our camping trip.. remember?' I facepalm myself because I know I'm a total idiot for forgetting. And Ella groans in annoyance beside me.

'I don't even remember agreeing to that.' She states but Aaron shakes his head at her.

'Timmy agreed for you. So that means your going, unless you want to stay here by yourself.' I sit up so I'm facing Aaron and once his eyes meet mine I see concern flash across his face.

He furrows his eyebrows at me and points at his own lip. 'Is that?' He starts and he can't speak, he's staring at me in disbelief as he studies my entire face finding the bruise on my cheek to be a little disturbing. And I don't blame him. I've been avoiding looking into a mirror ever since I saw my reflection in the bathroom last night.

He walks closer to my side of the bed and holds my chin so he can turn my face towards the wall. My cheek is on full display for him and he gives it a good look before clearing his throat. 'Did my dad give you that when you went to see him?' I look at Ella and she gives me permission to speak. For some reason even though she gives me the okay I still find myself unable to speak right now, because Aaron's expression reminded me how serious this all is.

Last night me and Ella spent a good amount of time joking about my face, making remarks and comparing me to movie characters who happened to have busted lips and bruised cheeks as well. We went to bed with smiles on our faces, without a care in the world. But Aaron's expression reminded me that I'm going to have to go home at some point and see my mom and dad. And they're going to freak out.