my boy - timothee chalamet

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once the judges dismissed her, amelia rushed to return backstage, relief overpowering the nerves in her. her hands still shook as she pushed the curtain back and met the faces of nervous students.

the same girl she talked to earlier smiled widely at her. "how was it?!" she exclaimed.

amelia was taken aback. her plan was to run to the bathroom and puke or something, not to have a conversation. just this girls nose intimidated amelia! and her friendliness was confusing, usually everyone just minds their business or stays with their friend groups at this school. "uh... it was good. i think?" amelia replied.

"amelia, right? i'm florence! i just wanted to-" the girl, florence, started, but was cut off by the call of the judges. "oop! well, wish me luck!" she said before she rushed off, leaving amelia babbling something that sounded like 'good luck' but not really.

amelia sighed and continued walking away from the stage, but as soon as she reached for the theater doors, she was pulled into a random storage closet. before she could yelp, a hand, timothee's hand, covered her mouth.

"what the fuck?!" she gasped, holding tightly onto him. he only laughed in response, holding her face to calm her down.

"hey, hey! lia! baby! what the fuck are you doing here, huh?" he cooed, switching his gaze between her frantic eyes.

she tried to drop her head in embarrassment, but he only lowered his to keep the eye contact. her stomach fluttered with butterflies as she began to speak. "fuck timmy. you weren't supposed to see me but i'm auditioning... for juliet." she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. his eyes lit up at her confession, his frantic thoughts for the past couple minutes were true!

"are you serious?!" he cheered, trapping her in a bear hug that lifted her off the ground. he began to wildly spin her around, making her laugh as the smile never left his face. "lia ,baby!  that's incredible! i love you!!! how was it?! did you fucking kill it?!"

she chuckled at his excitement,"well, it wasn't awful. seeing you before the audition kind of set me off focus, but... it wasn't too bad." she smiled up at him.

suddenly, he grabbed her face again only to cover her in obnoxiously loud kisses. "my... fucking... talented... beautiful... sweet... girl" he murmured between all the 'muah's. her cheeks began to hurt from all the smiling.

"timmmmmyy, stop! i probably won't even get it anyways!" she groaned, anxiety bubbled in her chest at the thought of letting timothee down.

"no way sweetcheeks! you're definitely gonna get it. you're a natural juliet!" he pinched at her cheeks, making her blush even more. she merely looked up at him and rolled her eyes, she was too flustered to say anything snarky back. at a loss for words, amelia only wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down to meet her height.

"i love you more, t." her nose brushed against his before their lips finally met. they kissed slowly, enjoying the closeness that they are rarely allowed to have in school.

once amelia's tongue met his own, timothee groaned against her mouth, pushing his face into her neck. he began pressing obnoxious and loud kisses again all over her neck and collarbones. then, he braved himself against the door behind her and began to cheekily kiss all around her stomach. planting one knee on the ground, his 'muah's continued down her legs as smiles framed both of the faces. quickly returning to standing position and a little out of breath, he looked into her eyes, feeling dizzy with love (and maybe iron deficiency). "let's get out of here." he declared, not giving her time to respond as he pulled her out the storage room, down the dark ends of the auditorium, and to the exit leading to the parking lots.

once they were in his car, amelia connected her phone and began playing 'Supercut' by Lorde. the song exaggerated their little dramatic moment, making them look at each other and laugh. they felt like they were in a movie as he pulled out of the school and drove off to no where in particular.

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the next 7 days were pretty uneventful, other than the rising anticipation in everyone's stomachs as it got closer and closer to the cast reveal.

amelia and timothee found themselves at the bulletin board between every period, waiting to see that one dreadful piece of paper.

finally, before the last period of the day, they walked towards it to see dozens of kids pushing through the crowd. with nervous eye contact, the couple looked at each other and prayed in their heads for the favored outcome.

after a few moments, they were able to see it.

"fuck!" timothee cursed after his eyes did a quick survey of the sheet.

"timmy! timothee what the fuck!! you got it!" amelia squealed, shaking him in excitement. his name was the first one on the list, right beside the word 'Romeo'.

however, his lingering eyes settled on the random name besides Juliet... who the fuck is Florence Pugh?! his heart hurt for amelia. she wanted to do this for him.

"wait what the fuck?" she cursed again, scooting closer to the paper to read it correctly. there it was. her name. bold lettering. right next to 'Juliet Understudy'.

timothee double-taked as their eyes focused on the same thing. "holy shit! my little theatre prodigy!" he grinned, nudging amelia playfully. "i'm happy for you! we just have to kill this florence girl and then we'll be the greatest love story known to man!"

"tim! she's actually really nice and i knew she was talented just by looking at her." amelia feigned happiness while her knees felt weak. she didn't get the fucking part.

before he could reassure her of her talents, saoirse pulled amelia away so they could scream about their spots in the play. saoirse was merely an extra, but they seemed thrilled anyways.

awkwardly, timmy watched them laugh, not knowing what to do with himself. it was barely setting in that he was Romeo now. he stared at the paper in awe as a short, blondish girl approached him.

"ahh, so you're romeo? it suits you." she was british! timothee couldn't help but scan her face and entire being. he had never seen her before or even heard of there being a british girl in school.

"uh.. ha... ha yeah! romeo... yeah" he awkwardly replied, feeling flustered at the way she stared up at him with big eyes.

"i'm florence... and also juliet!" she giggled. he was taken aback. he didn't even know this girl existed yet she was his partner. he'd have to kiss her! his eyes darted over to amelia who was still conversing with saoirse. florence stuck here hand out to shake timothee's hand. after a few moments, his hand met hers. "i'm new here, only been here a month. odd way to enter the school year, i know, it sucks."

timothee continued to look down at her with shock before he realized that he probably wasn't good at hiding his facial expression. he forced a smile as he shook her hand back. "cool... uh.. yeah great school!"

finally, amelia returned her attention to timothee only to see him with florence. she didn't want to be the jealous type, but here she was. and florence.., how was she so pretty! amelia studied their actions, noting how timothee seemed awkward and how florence has yet to let go of his hand, despite the fact that it seemed to have gone limp. they exchanged a few more words before separating. timothee immediately rushed over to amelia, taking long and lanky strides.

"that's juliet!" he nearly yelled.

amelia could only stare blankly at him, feeling sick.

"and i think i have a fucking date with her!"

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a/n
so this was kinda cliche sorry lol
sorry i took forever to update but stay safe!