my boy - timothee chalamet

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the pair flourished in each other's company. at school, they tried their best to keep their hands (and lips) off of each other. pda was the worst thing to be around, but they couldn't help doing it themselves. under the lunch table, their hands always held one another's. in the few classes they had together, timothee always found excuses to get up. suddenly, he had pounds of trash in his backpack that needed to be thrown away in the trash can right next to amelia. he took any chance he got to tickle her side or pull her hair or, if he was lucky, to kiss her cheek when the teacher wasn't looking. meanwhile, amelia left class as much as she could whenever their schedules didn't align. she always found her way back to timothee's classroom where she'd make faces at him through the tiny window in the door. he'd try his hardest to get the teachers permission to go to the bathroom, to have a mere couple minutes to kiss and just talk to amelia in the hallway. he felt like a cheesy 7th grader shyly kissing his girlfriend hidden in the hallway, but he didn't care. neither of them did.

now, it was nearly the middle march and it was way too fucking hot outside. the couple lounged in amelia's room with their clothes littering her floor. they hadn't even done anything, yet they were warm and lethargic.

"liaaaaaaaaa, it's so fucking hot in here let's leave!" timmy groaned from his spot on the floor, he explained that her floor was just cooler but he knew that if he was any closer to her, he wouldn't be able to risk temptation and honestly... he was sweating balls he didn't want to touch her like this.

she laughed from her bed; to stay decently covered in case her parents barged in on this friday afternoon, she spotted a crop top and tiny shorts, but both were folded in ways to keep her skin cool. "sorry t, but you're the one who wanted to come over and practice lines." she reminded him, but found her enthusiasm wavering by the end of her sentence.

romeo and juliet auditions were on the last day of march, and timothee insisted that he practices as much as he can, even though with his face and skill set, he was made for the role. he also insisted that amelia auditions for juliet. she denied his proposals every time with a blush on her face, even if the idea of them literally embodying romeo and juliet made her stomach flutter.

amelia studied his face as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. his chest was heaving dramatically to prove his uncomfortableness. she felt her mouth go dry at the sight of his parted lips, flowy curls, and glistening chest.

"yeah well, i take it back!" he laughed, sitting up to see her already looking at him.

she only shook her head with a smile. after weeks of his begging that she audition with him, he finally stopped. he understood her apprehension and didn't want to push her even though it would be a dream to be able to do what he loves with her. he walked through all the fantasies of them the day auditions were announced, and he found himself zoning out in class while daydreaming about getting to see amelia in a gown appropriate for juliet, or getting to see her put her all into acting like him. his heart skipped a beat whenever he thought about getting to kiss her over and over in rehearsals and on stage where everyone can see just how much he loves her.

he sighed. a tiny part of him lost motivation to do this play when he realized that if he got the part, he'd have to kiss another girl repeatedly. he'd be away from amelia for at least a month. doing school plays had always taken over his life in the most beautiful way, but he wasn't sure if one play was worth losing precious time with her.

after moments of silence, he cursed under his breath and laid back onto the floor with a huff.

"what?" amelia questioned, guilt creeping up into her stomach.

"nothin" he sighed, rolling his eyes in a sad way.

she sighed now, leaving her spot in the bed to sit in front of him. his knees were propped up and his arms were crossed over his eyes. "cmon timmy, talk to me." she pleaded, rubbing at knees.

her touch started him a bit and his stomach flexed as he nearly arched his back. he slowly sat up. "nothin, i just. i-i... i don't wanna do this stupid play anymore" he confessed, feeling a bit ashamed. he rested his head against his knees and looked down, he felt too exposed for eye contact.

lia immediately weaved her fingers through his hair to soothe him. "you don't mean that, t" she whispered, kissing his head.

he looked back up at her. the tears in his eyes shocked them both. he hadn't realized he was upset about this until he was confronted.

"baby, what's wrong? please?" amelia cooed, dragging her thumbs across his eyes before the tears could fall. he took his time finding the courage to talk, so she continued to soothe him. her fingers traced nearly every part of his face. her thumb swiped across his bottom lip, wishing it wasn't so pouty. she traced the curve of his nose and the freckles littering his face.

eventually, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. her thumb massaged the area between his concerned brows, working to push away the stress.

"i... i dunno. doing this play will mean i'll be busy a lot. and... fuck, lia. i don't want to be away from you. i've been with you for 18 years and i know a month is nothing and i probably sound like a baby, but... i need this month. i need as much time with you before we go to college. before i hopefully pursue acting and you continue being a fucking genius. i'm scared, and i don't want to be separated from you. not this soon," he confessed. he felt bashful and dramatic, and amelia was left speechless.

all she could do was tackle him into a tight hug. she buried her head into his chest and relaxed as he wrapped his arms around her. they breathed against one another, minds racing.

"timmy, i'm scared too. i'm kept up at night by the thought." she confessed. he squeezed her tighter, he didn't like that this stressed her out as well. he wanted to relieve her of everything and anything hurting her. "fuck, i'm so scared. i don't know which college i'm going to and i don't know if we'll get to be together." she said, holding back a sob.

"hey hey, what do ya mean? we'll always be together. you'll always have me and i'll always be yours. i cant imagine my life without you." he cooed, craning his neck to look her in the eyes.

they stayed staring at each other until she leaned up for a kiss which he desperately met. their kisses were soft and thoughtful, they wanted to feel each and every second of their touch.

after a while, she pulled away with a small smile on her face. "you're sweaty." she teased.

he only laughed down at her "you make me nervous" he grinned, it was true, even though it was also hot as hell and their burning skin touching wasn't helping.

she moved to leave his grasp, but he only held her closer with a laugh. he littered her face in open mouthed, hot kisses as their laughter echoed through the entire house....