a story in which timothée and norah become highschool sweethearts
or rather a story where timothèe and norah geek over each other to the max
*all lowercase is intended*
*contains mature content/triggering themes*
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liltimmytim: second date: 🔜
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norah
my heart is in my asshole right now. the date was easy to talk and joke about with amber when timothèe wasn't picking me up in five minutes. now i can't help but pace around my living room as i wait for him to pull up in front of my house. it wasn't helping my nerves that when i had told my mother i was going out on a date, she began to ask me every little question about him, as well as his family that i couldn't even fathom knowing about. that's what dates are for, right? to get to know someone?
god, i wonder if he's just as nervous as i am right now. my hands are shaking like no other. is my outfit nice enough? he told me to just dress casual but maybe it was too casual and i look like a big slob. he's not going to think i'm cute anymore in this outfit. but, i'm hurdled out of my thoughts with a knock on the door. holy fuck, he's here. i try to steady my hand to reach for the doorknob, but the process is more difficult than you'd think. i can't help but smile when i see him standing on the other side of the door with half a dozen flowers in his hand; lavender and white roses, to be exact. well, i guess i have new favourite flowers.
"hi norah, i-uh-i got you these," he says, thrusting the flowers at me. "i wasn't sure what you liked so i just guessed." his eyes shot to the ground, scared of my reaction. he could literally give me garbage off the street and i'd thank him.
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"they're wonderful, don't worry. i'm just going to put them in some water and we'll go? you can come in if you want but just avoid my mom if you know what's best for you," i explain as i start backing away. he nods, but i can tell he's itching to be a polite guest and introduce himself to my parents. all that would do is make everyone feel bad about themselves and all their future aspirations; it's better we don't do that. not today, at least.
timothèe follows me like a lost puppy as i reach under the sink to grab a vase. quickly, i fill it up at the sink and place the flowers in the jar. honestly i could look at them all night and just smile because timothèe was the one who got them for me. he's a perfect gentleman. "thank you so much for these, i don't know if i said that already," i say, doe eyed and brushing my hand over his arm softly. "let's go yeah?"
