𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃; t.chalamet

06 ⋆ 𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑬

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀

my heartbeat doesn't begin to slow until closing, my body on edge ever since he walked in.

i keep repeating his words in my head, the voice i've only heard in my dreams for three years.

i always wondered what it would be like if i were to run into him again, but it would be my luck that it would be today of all days.

i change the playlist that echoes throughout the closed coffee shop to my playlist as christie finishes up in the back.

i end up wiping the tables at least four times, forgetting which ones i originally wiped because my mind is anywhere but in this coffee shop.

my thoughts begin to wander back to his curly locks hanging in front of his eyes and his light smile before he realized who i was.

why was he even concerned about me? it's not like he cared three years ago.

"rora?" echoes through my mind on repeat, drowning out the music playing in my ears as i stare out the window of the coffee shop onto the dimly lit street.

i am snapped out of my daydream when christie comes shooting out of the back, swinging the door to the kitchen open.

"okay, aurora. i know this is like, i don't know, the one thing you don't talk about because it was the worst day of your life, and i understand. but TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET? i'm going to get at least a little bit of background, right?"

i turn around and weakly smile at her, as she has one hand resting on the counter and one on her hip with her eyebrow raised.

"christie don't give me that look. he wasn't THE timothée chalamet, oscar nominee, three years ago. he was my timothée." i frown as i look back at her.

"just because he's some hot-shot actor now doesn't mean hes a good person. he treated-"

"hey, hey" christie consoles me, worried eyes bouncing around my face, "i didn't say that just because he was famous it didn't make him a jerk. most celebrities are. i knew he went to our school but i never knew y'all two dated."

i sigh, "we were best friends. of course we fell for each other," i smile, "it wasn't hard loving him. it was just natural. easy."

christie nods her head at me, urging me to continue.

i give her a knowing look, and proceed to tell her, though my heart slowly begins to feel heavy at the weight of the thoughts. "okay, fine. his mother, nicole, and my mom were best friends since high school. they did everything together. they even tried to get pregnant at the same time so they could each have their own little mini versions of themselves to grow up as best friends too. of course, timmy turned out to be a boy."

i smiled thinking back on the videos of the women telling each other they were pregnant. "which was okay because after being born only exactly 2 weeks apart, we did everything together. we had joint birthday parties, joint family celebrations, you name it."

"in eighth grade, our families went on a summer vacation to florida together. as you are well aware of my serious fear of flying, he was too. we took off and he squeezed my hand, and smiled this lopsided grin at me, and told me i was safe as long as i was with him. and i believed him. and that's when i knew."

"until that dreadful night of my mother's passing when he told me he didn't love me anymore. he asked me to be his girlfriend at freshman homecoming, and it just made sense." i sigh, a slight smile covers my face as i go back in time to him standing on my doorstep with a bouquet of my favorite flowers and a goofy grin covering his face. "but none of that matters anymore, chris. he told me he didn't love me and left for his career. there's no coming back from that."