Peach and Green- Timothee Chalamet

Stage Kiss

(In this oneshot, your name is set as Vera, but the character you're playing is named Claire<3)

"For this scene, you two are building up to the kiss. The tension is building, you're close, but not touching." Greta, your director ordered, fixing the collar of co-star Timothée Chalamet's shirt. He nodded beside you, then nodded at you. "And you're both drunk out of your minds. This scene leads up to the kiss scene on the hill, so, go, walk, laugh, slur, sit. Then we cut, take a shot from the front. Dialogue, lines, talking. I'll direct further from there."

     You had been acting with Timothée for around three and a half months now, you had known him for longer, due to auditions. You were friends now, laughing off-set, getting meals, dancing around set like crazy idiots. Things with him were great, but this kissing scene was eating at you, mostly because you had a bit of crush on Timothée that had developed over the months. So, naturally, you kiss your crush for any reason, you're going crazy.

Your heart was pounding as Greta got behind the set- things were moving too fast. You smiled at Timothée, who smiled back. He didn't seem to catch the fact you were nervous, or he just didn't want to mention it, so that you could act to your best potential. You were mentally mumbling over and over to yourself, 'it's just a scene in a movie, it's okay," but that was hardly working.

"I'm excited," Timothée said abruptly, "finally, finally!"

You laughed at the loud voice he put on. The characters you two portrayed had a slow-burn, a romance that slowly happened, so Timothée was only cheering on your characters. He clapped, laughing with you. Greta called for us to move into place and Timothée's mindset switched, he was ready to act. And that switch was dangerously attractive.

"You ready, Vera?" He asked, teasingly, as we stood in our places. He asked that as if you were about to race up the hill together, but you knew he was talking about the scene we had to do once up the hill. Your kiss.

You nodded and narrowed your eyes at him cheekily, "You better not taste like tuna."

He laughed again, his breathless laugh that always struck you differently. "I tried not to, I hope that's good enough for you." He said through his laughing. His ready-to-act mindset had slipped, but reappeared when Greta called for us to set. We moved back a bit, back to where we were marked, then she called action. The lines said now were all scripted.

      "You're really fucking beautiful, you know that?" Timothée said, a bit of a slur to his words. You were playing to intoxicated characters right now. "Everything."

     "Really?" You giggled, "I don't quite see it."

  He nudged you with his side, playfully. You had to stumble a second. He continued, "You have a nice nose."  

     "I like your hair," you said, head tilted upward. You reached up and ruffled his hair which he then smiled at. "You remind me of... um... those curly animal things. The, the, poodles!"

     "Poodles?" Timothée questioned solemnly. There was silence for a second, as scripted. Then he burst out laughing. "A poodle?"

    You lowered your voice to a mumble, "I don't remember what kind of animal a poodle is..." This made Timothée's character laugh harder and you giggle a little bit into your hands. You were almost up the hill. You were glad nobody had messed up a line too much, you were also grateful for the drunken nervousness you were supposed to portray, as you weren't drunk, but you were very nervous. 

    "If I'm a poodle, then you're... a lion!" He said, giving your hair a little yank, playfully. His character's mood was scripted to swing down, now. It was interesting to see him do so. "I am so fucking tired, Claire. I hate alcohol, why did we drink?"