Forbidden WAP

Where There's Smoke There's Fire

Timothée
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I picked up my phone for the sixth time in the past two minutes.   Is something wrong? Pale slender fingers reached for the glass before lifting the bitter liquid to my lips, eyes traveling over the conversation again.

Lily

10:14 AM

Wanna come over early and get ready with me

2:44 PM

Hey wya???

I'm at lunch with Mads

I thought you said Maddie was out of town

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   Frowning, I lowered the glass back to the table before gently scooting it onto a coaster.

My mom would make a fuss if she saw glass marks on the wood table when she visited. The chair creaked as I leaned back, exhaling deeply.

Tonight Lily was supposed to accompany him to the SAG awards, but instead she couldn't spare just a moment to reply to a text. Typical. That, and I caught her in a lie which is extremely rare.

The last time lily lied to me was a weak attempt of convincing me that "IQ" was a valid scrabble play. She even pretended to look it up but I could tell by the way she scrunched her nose that she was bluffing.

Always the worst bluffer yet cutest pouter. Lily was never one for good sportsmanship.

It showed whenever she "accidentally" dropped the lettered pieces all over the floor, receiving an impish grin from me.

So here I am now.

The man, the myth, the legend- Timothée Chalamet!... ...going to the hair and makeup stylists alone because his girlfriend left him on read. Again.

In a taxi I drove down the streets of New York hitting every red light imaginable. Only 6 people were almost hit by the lousy automobile. New record.

While I was looking at the overly cold window, I spotted a large red sign with white lettering that read:

VERAMEAT

"Hey sir, can you pull over here please?" I asked letting out a meek half-laugh.

In return I got a wrinkled grimace from the driver before he begrudgingly pulled over.

The shop itself wasn't big but what it lacked in size, it made up for in personality. Crimson trim lined the building and small fence out front. I should go in.

I let out a breath,
"I got time".

I fumbled to push open the door where it clearly said pull. The blonde-bobbed clerk squinted at me while I flushed in embarrassment. She was young. Couldn't have been over 25, with dark hazel eyes and a black dress that cut across her sharp collarbones. 

"S-sorry"

She glared. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah where are the umm...where are the..."

I flicked my eyes around the room hoping I didn't look stupid in front of the clerk. What was I even doing in a dress shop again? Oh yeah. right.