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: awe is someone sad about graduating tmrw :/ thatgirlnorah: let me be emotional you heartless slut
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norah
"mom is going to give me hell if i ask," i moan into the phone.
"not if you lie and say you're going over to amber's," timothèe presses.
"but i'll be there tomorrow for the party," i retort.
"okay? you've spent like a week straight with her before. please nor, i'll sleep so much better the night before graduation if you're here," timothèe practically begs. it's just past 7pm, and timmy has been pressing me for over fifteen minutes to come spend the night with him. he swears he'll 'keep it in his pants' and just wants to hang out. i believe him, for the most part. "i'll take you home first thing in the morning so you can get all beautiful, even though i don't think you can get any prettier," he negotiates and flatters.
"i'll ask, just a moment," i say. i keep the phone pressed to my ear and walk halfway down the stairs. i can see mom from where i'm at, and i bite my lip anxiously. "mom? would it be okay if i stayed at amber's tonight? i'll be back in time to greet gram and gramps," i ask carefully.
"you didn't tell me gram and gramps were coming back!" timothèe exclaims into my ear. i stay quiet as i wait for my mother to reply.
"you're never home, norah lynn," my mother criticizes. this is not going to pan out well.
"i know, ma. but i'm not going to sleep well alone, thinking about graduation all night," i plead.
"nice lie, sweetheart. play that guilt card!" timothèe encourages me. fucking cute idiot.
"i guess i'll allow it. be sure to be home for ten o'clock sharp. it's a long drive for your old grandparents and they're coming up just for you," my mother tells me, sighing at the end of every sentence. by god mom, when are you going to realize the guilt card doesn't work anymore? i don't even respond to her, i just rush back upstairs.
"we're in the clear," i tell him. timothèe lets out a large 'woohoo' noise and i hear keys jingling in the background. "i'm packing my bag right now, i'm going to sit outside after so she doesn't see your car," i explain. i throw a pair of pyjamas into my backpack, as well as my overnight toothbrush and skincare bag. additionally, i bring clothes for tomorrow incase i decide to shower there.
"okay, are you hungry? do you want to stop for something to eat?" timothèe asks. i hold my phone between my ear and my shoulder as i ram my laptop and small yellow notebook into my bag, knowing he'll want to hear my newest pages. my stomach rumbles when he mentions food.
