In Your Eyes ✧ Timothée Chalamet

22 - i trust you

T I M O T H É E

The moment my dad opens the door to our humble little house I don't waste a second falling into his strong arms. He holds me tightly, the way he always did back when I was his little boy, and he kisses me on my forehead before slowly pulling away.

'We missed you buddy.' He speaks and I grin happily at him until I see the genuine sadness in his eyes. He conceals it immediately once he realizes its there for me to blatantly see and he covers up his pain with a simple joke. 'We were lost without you here. Who else was going to help us use the family computer and turn on the Apple t.v?' I let out a chuckle, because I know that's what he wants to hear from me right now, and so do Ella and Aaron from behind me.

My father's humor was something I missed dearly and even as we pulled away I couldn't help but hold onto him somehow so I place a hand on his shoulder. I can tell he truly missed my company in this house. I was his only child after all, and me and my father had quite a strong bond. I grin at him widely to show him my affection. 'Trust me dad. I'm the one that was lost without you guys.' I state and my father lets me in the house immediately.

I smell the delicious food that was being prepared in the kitchen. But before I run in there to find my mother, I study the way my father hugs Ella and Aaron. They were like his own kids now. He was taking responsibility over them because no was else was willing to take care of these two poor kids.

Their father was a fuckup and an alcoholic and their mother has been dead for years and I can tell by the way he looks at the two of them that all he wants for them is happiness in this messed up world. And I'm glad that me and my dad are on the same page when it comes to them because they need a caretaker. They need to be looked after just like how I'm being looked after by my loving parents. And I'm glad my father is stepping up to take that place.

My father starts conversing with them and he looks at me before sending Ella a big smile. 'You know Timo, I had to call Ella a couple of times when you wouldn't pick up and she would walk me through how to search for the what is it? The YouTube?'

Ella squeals happily. 'There you go Marc. You finally said it right. I'm so proud of you.' She speaks before patting my father happily on the back. Then she turns to me with a grin on her face before she speaks again. 'Your dad has been calling it 'The Tube' for months now. It took me a while to update his vocabulary.' I smile and I watch as Aaron jumps into the conversation now.

'And don't forget The Web.' He adds. 'He can't say the internet he just keeps calling it the World Wide Web no matter what I tell him.' We all let out a good amount of laughter at my father and his old habits and he doesn't seem to mind. In fact he's happy his little mistakes could bring us all so much joy.

Such a simple moment like this made me realize how much I missed home. It wasn't just Ella's loss that took a toll on me but I was always my father and mothers best friend. And being so far away from them seemed to have taken a great toll on me. My fathers laughter brings me right out of my deep thoughts.

'Okay okay make fun of me all you want, I don't care.' He jokes 'Just come over here and see your mother Timo. She misses you.' and before I know it he wraps an arm around me and leads me into the kitchen where I find my mother hunched over a plate of some delicious smelling pie.

The moment she tilts her head up and finds my face she lets go of whatever she was working on and runs towards me, and once her arms wrap around mine I realize her hug was the one that I needed most. A mother's arms are something incomparable.

The way she held me, the way she rubbed my back and rested her head on my shoulder. It was everything I needed right now. I didn't want to pull away, ever. So I waited for her to pull back and when she did I felt empty without her in my grasp. 'Oh my goodness why do you look so grown up Timothée, It's only been a few months can you stop changing.' She pleads whilst tapping lightly on my chest, and I don't know why but I feel my throat drying up at her words. 'I mean seriously Timothée did you grow another foot out there or what?'