lacklustre

a story where girl meets boy.

well, where girl and boy have an awkward first interaction and ultimately end up falling.

but not all stories are meant for love.

*timothée chalamet story

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"Nice shirt." he comments. I look down at my Rolling Stones oversized tee and smile. Of course he likes the Rolling Stones.

"Thanks," I reply, "nice book."

He smiles and my heart jumps a bit, almost making me forget about why I stomped over here in the first place.

"So..." he starts, "you were staring at me because...." he accuses, while wearing a smirk.

I stand and stare at him, unsure of what to say. I really just wanted to sit and write and make use of my extra leg room but I guess the universe had other plans for today.

"You know what, it's okay, nevermind." I reply with a curt smile.

"If you wanted a photo, you could have just asked, I don't bite." he remarks. However, when he says this he smiles big, letting me know he means no harm.

I stare at him like he had just told me the earth is flat. "A picture? And why would I... want that?" I ask in confusion.