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"I'm tired!" I yelled.
Timothée was far ahead of me. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at me.
"Just a bit more, come on!" he waved his hands.
I took a deep and took whatever strength I had in me to walk over to him.
Two lessons I learned during this hike:
• Never go hiking on long trails in Los Angeles, or anywhere for that matter, if you're not experienced.
• DO NOTHING OUTSIDE in July (the hottest month of the year.)
Just avoid physical activity any chance you can get. {jk, stay healthy and fit.}
"You got this, a little more!" he encouraged.
My eyes shot up from the ground, giving him a killer look of irritation. What I would give to just go back home right now.
After having walked only a few feet, I gave up and sat on the ground. Not caring about my clothes getting ruined with dirt and sand.
I chugged the rest of my water until the very last drop, sitting uncomfortably as sweat drenched my body.
"Really?" Timmy asked coming over to me.
"Really what?" I looked up at him, squinting and covering my eyes from the sun.
"You couldn't make it a few more feet?"
"Obviously not," I rolled my eyes "that's why I'm sitting here, dying."
He crossed his arms and let out a frustrated sigh of breath.
"Get up."
"What?"
"I said get up."
I stood up and put hands on my hips. Trying to catch my breath, seriously; I'm so exhausted that just standing up drained me.
"I really wish I didn't have to do this." he said.
"Do wh-"
He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulders, holding onto the back of my legs so I wouldn't fall.
"Put me down!" I yelled.
"You said you were tired, weren't you?"
"Yes," I continued smacking his shoulder "but I can make it back down on my own."
"Just give it up." he said walking back down the path to the beginning.
There were other people around us, staring.
I slumped over his shoulder, dangling my arms and looking at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else.
Trying to hide my embarrassment.
Even though I looked and felt like a child in this situation, I'm glad I don't have to walk all the way back.
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FanfictionTimothée Chalamet imagines 💗 !!REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! * = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content. I'm not a writer, but this is what I can do! Frequent updates at best :)
