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: u know it
thatgirlnorah: this is not what i wanted to read on my sunday morning i'm disgusted
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timothèe
the second i see norah, my heart explodes in my chest—it beats so hard i feel like it may just give out and i'll be a puddle on the floor. when she's near, every nerve in my body catches on fire with no possibility of being extinguished. my mind becomes foggy and my only thoughts are her. as she lays there, asleep on my chest, i text jj to let out an ounce of my desire.
lil timmy tim i'm so fucking in love with her
jay bird you literally started dating yesterday
lil timmy tim ok but did i ask
lil timmy tim i just can't get enough of her... like i want to listen to her ramble about her characters while i count every freckle on her shoulders a thousand times over
lil timmy tim are you asking amber to prom
jay bird adhd much?
jay bird we're not like that ... plus i would imagine she has a date already... plus prom is next week?
lil timmy tim do you think norah has a date? i don't care if my tie doesn't match her dress i want to take her
jay bird i have an idea. maybe ask your fucking girlfriend if she has a date?
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okay, that's enough sass for one day. i click off my phone and throw it on the bed beside me. i watch as norah's chest rises and falls as she rests. her hairs sprawled across her face in every direction, but she still looks like a disney princess. the hickies i gave her the day before are dark purple—a deep contrast against her flawless pale skin. i want to give her more of them; i want everyone to know she's my girl. she's in my clothes and i never want her to wear anything other than them. is it strange that i'm watching her sleep? i just can't help myself.
i couldn't stop worrying about her today. she looked so defeated when i saw her at lunchtime, and i couldn't bear to see her in such a state. i wanted to make her smile, and tell her stories to take her mind off her sorrows. i didn't want to let her go back to work; i just wanted to wrap her in blankets and take her back home.
