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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thatgirlnorah: you would fit the caption better
amberharrison: what are you guys? fucking 85?
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norah
for the past few weeks, timothèe has repeatedly tried to prove his theory that "summertime is date time". he's loved taking me to watch the sunset after work, and movies in his bedroom, and picnics in the park; we've been doing our little dates at least three times a week. i'm not complaining by any stretch of the imagination. although, i'm sure nicole probably wants her car back at some point.
timmy calls little things dates too. he wanted to go dorm room shopping together on my day off, but his father insisted that we pick up their groceries for the week if he's going to have the car. timothèe decided to make a day out of it, and was more than excited for our grocery date.
"so, i'm thinking we pick up the food, drop it off home, and then it's straight to ikea," timothèe suggests, already driving in the direction of the store. in theory, timmy needs a haircut. but, he looks so sweet with his long curls that fall from his ball cap that he wears constantly. timothèe's quite theatric when he talks, so his hair bounces with his words. i'd love to see what it looks like straightened—it would be worth a good laugh.
his pale skin is getting a bit of a tan, too. timothèe likes sit outside and read during the day while i'm at work; at night, he likes to give honest reviews of the novels i recommend him. he's only hated the books i like twice. timmy also hangs out with jj whenever he's not with amber, which is not often. amber doesn't work because she's a trust fund baby, and jj tries to soak up every second with her before she leaves. when i ask timmy what they do together, he shrugs and says "bro stuff", which i can only assume means smoking and playing video games.
"of course. i got my roommate assignment today, so it's perfect," i smile, holding onto his thigh as he drives. timothèe tenses up a little bit with the touch, but i know it's because he loves it.
sex, too. we've been having lots of sex these past few weeks. it's often in the backseat of the car, i won't lie—i'm so sorry nicole. but it's just so hard to find a place to be alone. we've also done it at amber's a few times as her parents are practically nonexistent, but jj, amber or crystal are always there knocking on the door and picking on us. me and my parents have similar work schedules, so i'm never home alone. we've secretly made love a few times at timmy's, but the car is regularly our best option.
"oh? tell me more," timothèe suggests, placing his right hand over my own.
"i haven't messaged her yet or anything, but her names edith. it says she's majoring in neuroscience which is quite fancy, and that she's from florida. have you heard about yours yet?" i explain, looking over at him. i love watching timmy drive. he looks so focused the entire time, and a little timid, but has built a lot of confidence since i first got in the car with him.
