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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liked by 266 thatgirlnorah: new hoodie who dis?
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liltimmytim: take my entire wardrobe thatgirlnorah: you don't have to tell me twice
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norah
the last two weeks have been a dream come true. timothèe and i would hang out at least twice a week, each time getting more and more comfortable being sober around each other. i didn't spill as much verbal diarrhea anymore. but, i still didn't want to take him to my place, scared of my mother's criticism. i knew she'd probably love timothèe, and a part of me yearned for that approval, while the other part of me wasn't sure if i could handle her voicing her opinions around him.
tonight though, he wants to take me to his house. we had planned on going for a walk and getting a coffee after school, but the downpour outside thought differently. so, during class he had texted me to change our plans.
timmy<3 it is raining very hard [opened: 1:42pm]
timmy<3 i don't think the park is going to be a suitable date... i didn't bring a raincoat [opened: 1:42pm]
timmy<3 maybe we could go over to my place? and we could watch that movie you're always talking about [opened: 1:42pm]
norah<3 you'll just have to lend me a hoodie this shirt i think has a little too much boobie to meet your mom and dad in [opened: 1:45pm]
needless to say, he's not getting his sweater back. the design isn't anything special, but it's just a little too big for me, and smells like clean laundry and lemongrass. i concluded that the lemongrass was from his shampoo the first time we kissed.
speaking of kissing—we haven't gotten as heated as we did in the piano room since. he'd always kiss me goodbye, or peck my lips out of the blue, but we never got too wild. we were always in public, and often too engrossed in conversation to spend our time with locked lips. not that i didn't think either of us didn't want to, though. that's also why i was shitting my pants; not only was i meeting his family for the first time, but we were also going to be alone together for the very first time. i won't last two minutes all alone in timmy's room on his bed with the lights dimmed; i'm only human after all.
jj drives us to timmy's place. there's something serene about sitting on the bench seat between the two boys. it feels like an inside peak into timothee's life where he feels truly comfortable.
