peaches
Timothée Chalamet

MUSIC BLASTED THROUGH her headphones as she pushed open the door to the script reading, apologising for the third time that week. She unplugged her headphones, forgetting to turn her music off, Lady, Lady, Lady blasted out the tiny iPhone speaker, making Timothée immediately look up.

He was avoiding her eyes through fear of being lost in them, finding it hard to resist Rosa Hampton. He had known her for two months now, and had gotten use to her obsession with Elio and Oliver, not knowing that secretly he wished Rosa would be the Oliver to his Elio.

He was jealous of Armies and Rosas friendship, a growing pit in his stomach whenever he watched them together. It wasn't because he was afraid of loosing Armie. It was instead because he was afraid of loosing Rosa to that simple smile and deep eyes. He knew he never would, but the fact that it was possible put him on edge.

Rosa sat down next him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, apologising once again for being late. Timothée found it suddenly extremely hard to concentrate with her burning touch on him, so he shrugged it off, her head quickly turning to his as he refused to look at her for the seventh time this week. He hasn't been able to look at her properly in weeks, ever since Armie pointed out his clingyness and attraction towards her.

"Can everyone please turn to page 54? We really need it read through this. Rosa you're going to have to find a new way in, you're late almost everyday." Our director, Elijah Bynum requested.

Rosas eyes quickly dropped to her script as she nodded, knowing she had no way of getting in other than her Uber. Hjs heart fell to my stomach as he raised my hand and Elijah nodded my way. Timothée stayed silent for a moment. I can take her in. Are you sure? No. Of course he's not sure. Will he ever be sure ever again? Yes I'm sure. Well it's settled then isn't it? Was it settled Timothée asked himself, still not being able to bring his eyes to the girl sat beside him.

"Now page 54." Elijah requested.

As the pair read out their lines, both found it hard to distinguish which was acting, and which was them showing how deep there feelings ran for each other. Neither could look at the other but both were forced to look death smack bang in the middle of the eye, stare into one another's eyes and confess feelings towards their character. But Timothée knew deep down, somewhere along the lines he he stopped playing Charlie and had slipped into himself once again, looking at the girl he was attracted to, and telling her just so.