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 198 thatgirlnorah: last piano recital tonight :( i'm not ready to say goodbye
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liltimmytim: i'm so lucky. you're so beautiful
jjsully: 👀👀 you playing piano or going on the red carpet?? amberharrison: put your dick back in your pants
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timothèe
i wanted all four of us to drive together, but norah informed that her and amber had to be there several hours before they'd even let people in the doors. she didn't seem overly nervous when i had spoken to her on the phone, but more frustrated and tired.
her parents, but mostly her mom were the culprit of her upset nature, i'm sure. i hate the way her mom treats her, like she's some kind of trophy; never to be dented or scratched. nothing is ever up to her standards for her daughter, despite her constantly tearing her down to nothing. norah likes to say it doesn't bother her, but her mom's cruelty effects her more than she'd ever admit. a large part of me is thankful i don't have to sit with them at the recital—mostly because i don't think i could endure norah's mother's criticisms through her performance without defending my girlfriend.
norah told me on the phone that her recital outfit was ridiculous and not worth the money, but refused to send me a photo. i can't help but itch to see her all dressed up for a second time this month; she basically glowed like a celestial body in her prom dress. i'd do anything to see her that confident and comfortable in her own skin again. she shouldn't feel ashamed of herself or her body, it's perfect and is the means that allows me to talk to her big beautiful brain. i worry about her and food, all the time. i never want her to deprive herself of nourishment. i even called up amber one night to ask about it, making sure that i'd never accidentally trigger her with a certain phrase or food. amber was super understanding, and quite surprised that norah had told me so early on.
on school nights, we try to put away in hour in our busy schedule to talk to each other before bed. but, it's usually her doing all the talking. it makes me feel like a child, but i can't help how much i love listening to her read. it relaxes every nerve ending in my body, and i feel so safe absorbed in her words. my heart fills when i think of the possibility of living with her someday, and having her read me to sleep every night. i have to push those thoughts out of my mind though, because i'll act before i can think.
just like i did when i told norah i love her at prom. thankfully, she feels the same way, but what if she didn't? and i ruined her whole prom experience by tripping over my own thoughts? god, we've only been dating for about a month, but i can't get enough of her.
i love when i'm trying to study and visions of her invade my thoughts. or when she texts me on her break at work and tells me all about the mean new yorkers, making sure to add that she's thankful that i'm not that mean. i especially love when she kisses me first thing in the morning, and all daydreams of each other meld together when we meet in the middle. when she gives me head, i have admit i love that too—probably more than i should. it's not just the physical feeling, but it's the fact that it's norah down there. it satisfies the closeness that we can't obtain any other way, no matter how many times i mutter "i love you" into her kiss.
