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[lixzey]

Letters

The Sixth Letter.

Timothée was about to open the sixth letter when his phone rang.

"Fuck," he muttered before answering the call.

“Timothée, are you ready? The car's already here," his manager said over the phone.

“Oh shit, I forgot," he mumbled. “Give me ten minutes.”

Timothée silently cursed himself. He forgot he was going back to New York.

He ended the call, then proceeded to get ready. He took a quick shower and put on some sweatpants and a sweater. He wasn't in the mood to dress up.

“Hurry up, Timothée!” His manager yelled from outside his hotel room. “Your flight is in an hour!” 

“I'm coming!” He yelled back as he tried to fit his clothes in his suitcase. “Geez, you can't wait for a few minutes?” Timothée muttered under his breath.

“Timothée Chalamet, if you don't drag your ass out here in two minutes, we're leaving without you!” 

“I'm here!” Timothée yelled, dragging his suitcase and backpack outside of the room.

“What took you so long? No, don't answer that. Come on, let's go!”

Timothée passed his suitcase to the hotel staff that was with his manager. The three then descended down to the lobby.

As Timothée was getting into the car, he realized something.

The letters! Y/n's letters!

He couldn't leave these behind, no matter what. 

He hadn't finished her letters. He would be betraying her if he did't finish her letters. 

“I'll be right back!” Like lightning, he quickly ran back into the hotel, back up to the receptionist. “I left something in the room!” 

“What toom were you in?” The receptionist asked lazily.

“Room 1238.” He quickly answered. The receptionist gave him the keycard,

“Don't forget to bring it-” Before the receptionist could finish, Timothée was already dashing towards the elevator.

As soon as Timothée entered the room, he quickly searched the room. There it was: the basket of eighteen letters, Y/N's letters. He grabbed the letters and tied them up with the ribbon.

In a matter of seconds, Timothée was out of the door. He practically threw the keycard at the receptionist. He hopped into the car, the letters clutched in his hand.

It was funny how he already felt a sense of loyalty to this girl. He had never met her, yet he feels more than obligated to know her.

Timothée went through the letters, sorting them again by date. He opened the sixth letter, dated July 1, 2023.

Dear Timothée Chalamalabingbong,

Hey, did you miss me?

Yeah, as if.

I'm too damn delusional, sorry about that.

Anywho, I just saw the new trailer for Dune Part Two. And it's absolutely amazing!

I am absolutely excited for it! I can't wait to see it in theaters. Paul Atreides, my Lord, you can ruin my life if you want to.

Timothée loud out aloud, earning a weird look from his manager. “What's that?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just fan mail.”

Did you know that you're fancasted as Regulus Black? I was shocked when I saw a video edit of Paul Atreides as Regulus Black.

I wasn't even interested in the younger Black brother, but boy, you changed everything.

Now I'm absolutely obsessed with a character you didn't even portray.

I can't wait for the Wonka trailer! I can't wait to see you as Willy Wonka.

You in a top hat? Boy, I'd fight a kid for a golden ticket.

You're so gorgeous, it actually hurts.

God, I'm getting sinful thoughts.

Forgive me.

Not.

All my love,

Y/n. 

Timothée felt his cheeks burn. He was used to his fans thirsting for him. But this felt different.

Maybe it's because she only wrote eighteen letters, or maybe because she was pouring her heart out into her letters.

He wanted to find this girl. He wanted to understand why she stopped writing.

But how would he find her?

Timothée sighed as he put the letter back in its envelope. He silently vowed to find this mysterious girl.

No matter what.

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[lixzey]

Our Own Place

A week had passed, and  Timmy and I spent that week getting to know each other. I quickly realized that Timmy was different from the other boys.

He was very charming, a little bit shy, smart and creative. I liked being around him, he made me laugh, always making sure I was happy. Plus, he was always willing to help me in math, he was a pro at math.

I always find myself staring at him in class, trying to hide a blush when he looked my way. 

As the days passed Timothée and I grew inseperable, always sitting next to each other in all of our classes and hanging out every free time. 

This week, I was partnered with Timothée for a project in Science. Mr. Singh literally partnered me with my best friend, well maybe it's too 'early' to call him my best friend but who cares, right? 

“Do you wanna take a break, Y/n?” He asked, closing the book in his hands. Me and Timmy are in he library, studying our asses off for the presentation project Mr. Singh assigned. 

“No, I'm alright. We need to finish this, we can't miss the deadline or we'll lose points in this project.” I sighed, putting the book down in my lap. 

“Come on, Y/n/n, your eyes are going to fall out if you don't take a break.” Timothée insisted, taking the book from my lap. “Come on, let's go somewhere. Pauline said the rooftop garden is beautiful, wanna check it out?” He asked as he tugged on my arm. Pauline is Timothée's older sister, who is three years older than me and Timmy, and is absolutely amazing. 

I raised my eyebrows at him, “Rooftop? Ugh, we'd have to climb up too many stairs.” I rolled my eyes at him, “The escalators are broken, you know.”

“Come on, Y/n, don't be a party pooper, let's go!” He chuckled as he tidied up the table. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the library. Timothée led me up the stairs, I hadn't explored the school that much so I didn't know this area. Pauline is a senior, so I guess she told Timmy?  

“How many damn floors does this school have?!” I complained as I trugded up the stairs. 

“Just one more, Y/n.“ Timothée chuckled, “Just a few more steps, Y/n.“ He assured with a gentle smile then offered his hand, “Okay.” I huffed and held his hand. After what felt like twenty minutes-which was only a few seconds, we reached the top. 

“It's beautiful.” I said in awe, admiring the view.

“I know. You glad I brought you up here?” He smirked. 

“It's breathtaking. Why didn't you drag me up here earlier?”

“Pauline just told me three days ago, and well, I thought you wouldn't like it.” He shrugged, “No one really comes up here. I mean I can understand them, it's quite the climb.” He chuckled.

“Oh, so it's kinda like our own private place.” I chuckled. 

“Something like that. Our own escape from the busy crowd.” He smiled. 

We sat down on a bench, around it was a small garden with flowers and potted plants. “Our own place.” I sighed happily as I sat down with Timmy. 

“Do you have a marker, Y/n?” He asked. 

I rummaged through my bag for a marker and gave it to him. He bent down and started to write on the bench, “This is officially ours.” 

timmy and y/n

Our nicknames marked on the hard stone bench. A start of something new, a memory I'll keep forever.

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