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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amberharrison: i just threw up at that caption liltimmytim: jealous much?
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norah
school feels different on monday. i still dress like there's someone i have to impress, because well, i do. but i don't feel as much as a weight on my shoulders to not be caught staring at timothèe in class, or in the hallways; there's a chance that he may be staring at me too now.
last night, timothèe called jj and told him to not pick us back up. jj forced timothèe to hand over his phone because he had to tell me that 'the gang has to smoke again together', instead of having timmy pass the message on. i laughed when he called us 'the gang', seeing as the four of us hadn't hung out together for more than an hour.
after speaking with jj, timothèe decided he'd walk me home. he intertwined his right hand with mine, and carried the emptied picnic basket with the other. the blanket we sat on rested on my shoulders on the way home, as i was completely under-dressed for the setting sun. he couldn't stop asking about my writing, and what inspires me, and why it makes me so happy. he wouldn't dodge questions when i asked about his life, but he preferred to focus his attention on me. he's absolutely brilliant though, but much too humble to ever embrace it. when we approached my house, my mother was sitting on the porch.
he said, "i was going to kiss you goodnight but i know you don't want me around your mom so i'll leave if you want." i watched as she sat reading a book, completely unaware of the world around her. just incase, i pulled him back close to my neighbour's property and then slung my arms around his shoulders.
"i think i'd like to risk it," i said. thank god for being a little high; i'm about a thousand notches bolder than what i am sober.
"when can you read me your chapters?" he asked, leaning his forehead against mine. he was so giddy and couldn't stop smiling the whole evening. i wanted to wallpaper my walls with a photo of him like this.
"sometime this week? i work tuesday and thursday night, and i have to do that stupid stats project she wants from us. but i'll let you know, okay?"
"that's perfect. you won't believe the final project i've got in store. she's gonna love it," he said, placing a light kiss on the tip of my nose. i didn't even want to ask what antics he'd be up to. but, i knew i'd only be writing a straightforward statistical analysis paper. he's probably got some extraordinary theatrical performance planned out. "i'm going to kiss you now, is that okay?" he asked softly. i nodded eagerly, closing the gap between us as he leaned in. he held me in his arms like i was glass: fragile and scared to break me. i never wanted to separate. but, much like our last, our kiss was short but sweet. it left me wanting a dozen more.
