my boy - timothee chalamet

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"you've gotta be fucking kidding me timothee!" amelia exclaimed, feeling her stomach turn, throat close, and cheeks redden. she earned the attention of the students surrounding them, saoirse pointed down the hallway with a gasp, trying to turn their attention away from the couple.

amelia turned away before he could speak, wanting to get away from the large, suffocating crowd and pleading, sad eyes of the boy she loved. the bell rang while she squirmed and dodged her way through the crowd, heading for the cafeteria. timothee's long legs allowed him to keep up quickly with her, yet she reached the lunch line faster, allowing for three people to stand between her and him. he grabbed a lunch tray with an exasperated sigh, head nearly pounding with everything he needed to say to her right now.

"lia!.... LIA!" he whisper shouted to the back of her head, trying to get her to look back at him. the people between them awkwardly glanced back and forth. after registering the desperate look on his face, they let him skip, and he was right next to lia right as she was smiling politely at the lunch lady and paying for her food. "lia. let me explain!" he lowered his head to her ear, but she walked ahead, leaving him to scramble for his wallet before she got too far.

her stomach twisted again, she sighed and finally looked back at him, waiting a bit while his shaking hands fumbled to pull out a 5 dollar bill. she almost felt bad for him. his eyes seemed to flood with hope when he looked back up at her body waiting rather impatiently nearby. she really didn't mean to cause a scene. she just needed to get away from all the people. all the girls who would take him in a heartbeat. all the people who would die for the role as juliet. she started to feel really guilty now, he couldn't help it. he really couldn't help that girls seemed to fancy him. especially since amelia knew just how much he loved her. he reminded her literally every day, and for the hours in the day where he wasn't repeating 'i love you', he was holding her close, kissing her cheek, and pinching her nose with a certain smile on his face reserved for her only.

amelia sighed, giving up her annoyance at him, as she walked over and handed the lunch lady the 5 dollars with a smile. he nearly gasped, wanting to grab her face right there and kiss her hard. he fumbled to grab his lunch as amelia walked away, walking towards the table they always ate at. she looked back at him once with a bashful smile on her face and he swooned, long legs working harder to walk next to her.

right as he was about to be close enough to grab her hand or kiss her forehead, a familiar, accented voice called his name.

"fuck" he murmured, considering ignoring the voice until it called again. amelia looked back up at him with pure hurt in her face as he sighed and turned towards the culprit.

amelia walked off as he quickly stopped," florence, i'll catch you later. save it." he sighed before rushing after amelia once again. he didn't mean to come off so rude but he felt stuck in the moment.

he pushed the doors to the building open and sat quietly across from amelia who was seated alone at one of the picnic tables. she was barely picking at her food and looked up at him with a pout on her face.

she pushed her tray in front of her, her appetite completely gone. his stomach twisted now, he wished she would eat. he wished she was just eating with a smile on her face as she laughed at some joke of his. as the sun lit her up beautifully and all was well.

"can i explain? please?" timothee spoke, his voice soft and pleading. she just stared back at him, face blank as she realized this situation felt all too familiar. here she was, once again. hurt and waiting for timothee to explain so she could forgive him. because she always does. they were both too nice. him too nice to other girls and her too nice to him.

"lia, i swear on my heart that i'm yours and yours only! fuck, i just- she just asked-....when she came up to me she said that... as romeo and juliet we would be spending a lot of time together soon and that she barely knows me at all. she said, for the onstage chemistry, we should get to know each other. fuck i know this sounds bad but i'm sure she didn't mean it like that! she just wants to go the diner and talk and practice lines! that's it!"