𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬🧃

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

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a/n: YALL THIS IS SO LONG WHEN DID I HAVE THE TIMEEEE IDJSNDKSNFK

enjoy y'all new years pt. 3😈

LMK IF I ACCIDENTALLY PUT JOSH/JOSHUA SOMEWHERE FIJSKDNSK

this story is also pre-covid, ofc

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timothée pov:

it's 10:30 pm now, and i've been sitting on this bar stool for 45 minutes doing absolutely nothing. i've made not even one friend. this is really a bust.

the good music started playing around 10:00, but i really can't get myself to go out and dance. there's no one to dance with.

after the song that was playing ended, i see a girl walking out of the crowd and over to the far end of the bar.

it's the mystery girl, i realize. is now my chance to talk to her? she sits down at a stool far away from me as i realize that i'm staring again.

you know what, i'm just gonna do it. i'm gonna try again.

i take a swig of my iced down dr. pepper, and make my way towards the girl.

as i'm about to approach her, i see blake walk right up to her.

what? what does he want with her?

my greeting smile turns into a frown. luckily, she didn't see me. so i can just try to casually slip back to my stool. ugh. why does the universe not want me to talk to this girl?

i slump back into my stool and look over towards blake and the girl. he says something, probably douchey, that makes her giggle.

dickhead, i think to myself. he totally just stole that girl from me. did he know that i've been eyeing her? probably. i mean why wouldn't he have seen me just try to walk up to her?

all i can think is angry thoughts now. i mean, i don't even know this girl, why am i so upset?

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i watch in angst as blake and the girl talk for 20 whole minutes. half of that time, i was scrolling through my phone trying to find the girl's instagram. no luck. am i being creepy? hope not. but probably.

as i'm on my phone, i detect movement coming from their way. the girl jumped from her seat and ran into the living room. to my surprise, blake didn't follow. instead, he darted his head towards me.

i go into a small panic and decide to look back at my phone. i can see out of the corner of my eye that he was now walking towards me. shit, what is he gonna say to me?

"hey, timmy, sorry i sorta stole your shot there." he says to me, seemingly aggravated.

"oh, no, it's alright. it's just that i've kinda been eyeing that girl all night," i say to him, being a little more confident then i intended to be.

"well, you don't win 'em all," he says, patting my back and walking away.

i have never wanted to hit someone so badly than in that moment.

i try to cool myself down a little. i turn back around towards the bar and put my head in my hands. what am i still doing here?

i open my phone and look to call an uber. as i'm scrolling on my phone, i see someone hurrying at the other end of the bar. it's the girl.