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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liltimmytim: idk why you didn't tell me this was how to win your heart earlier thatgirlnorah: i wanted you to work for it bitch
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timothèe
"why can't i be a world renowned actress like you and not have to work full time all summer? instead, i have an interest in writing stupid books and am going in debt to get a degree on how to write my stupid books," norah yaks dramatically, throwing her visor into the backseat of mom's car. after she does up her seatbelt, she pushes her chair backward and kicks her feet up on the dash.
"work was that good, huh?" i question. despite her obvious frustration, she still manages to look beautiful after dealing with cruel new yorkers all day. her frizzy ponytail and the cream cheese smeared across her shirt should make her unappealing to me, but it really just makes her more interesting—it gives her more character.
"truly," she huffs, giving no further explanation. i put the key in the ignition, and norah almost instantly reaches for the radio. she loves to tease me and tell me my music taste is shit, meanwhile she's an almost eighteen year old that still fiends over one direction. i pretend to get mad at her, but they do have some pretty fucking catchy stuff. i would totally stand on the roof of the car and dance to live while we're young.
i push the car into drive and pull onto the road. i don't drive into the direction i usually would to take her home, but rather in the direction of my place. she doesn't seem to notice, as her eyes are shut and she's zoned out to some pop song on the radio. norah shimmies her shoulders to the beat and hums to the words, and i have to remind myself to actually watch the road. i don't know how i ever get anything done around her.
"did you want me to come over or something? you know, you could just use your words instead of kidnapping me," norah retorts sarcastically, finally noticing the change in direction. hah, sucker doesn't know what's coming for her.
"i have a surprise planned," i admit. norah reaches out to turn down the radio, and plops her feet down on the floor. she furrows her eyebrows in an attempt to look angry at me, but she just looks fucking adorable.
"i do not care much for surprises, timothèe," norah says. norah pronounces my name how it's supposed to be, but butchers it completely. it's okay though, i still think she's pretty cute.
"i know. you'll like this one, you sook," i respond. she lets out a large sigh and breaks into a pout. if she thinks those big blue eyes can get me to tell her the truth—well, they usually can but not tonight. "it's a bit of a drive though. did you eat?"
i glance over at norah to see her shake her head no. she's absolutely itching to know the surprise, so she's giving me the silent treatment. i won't fall for it this time. she only had me cave with it one time when i wouldn't tell her every little detail of my first kiss; norah wasn't even mad, just super nosy.
