Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Twin (P3)

Info - being annoyed, flirting, not liking partners body type

Timothée was getting more and more bothersome. He constantly gave me compliments, and commented on nearly everything I did. We had similar classes and every report he gave, he somehow included a secret line meant for me. While other girls swooned I was cranky. Luke didn't seem to be able to stop it either.

"Sweetheart, I mean it, Timothée is going as well. He asked so kindly and he really likes his new girlfriend," I heard Luke's mother speaking as I entered his house after school.

"Hello dear!" She stood and hugged me. She then went back to peeling potatoes. "Wait until you hear Luke's news!"

"What news?" I asked.

"Ughh mom. I don't even know if we're going now."

"Going where?" I asked excitedly.

"I wanted to take you to the family cabin for the weekend, but Timothée and his new girlfriend asked too, so I'm a bit worried about that," Luke explained before pulling me in for a kiss.

"You feel more muscular," I said, as my hand crept up my shirt.

"For a few big games coming up, plus I know chicks dig it," he said with a wink. I gave him a cringy smile. I didn't dig it at all. I hated big muscles, if only he were soft and slim and slender like.... No do not compare their bodies, that's where it starts.

"Come on Luke, let's go to the cabin, don't let Timothée stop us," I begged.

"But he's going to be so obnoxious," Luke whined.

"He'll be worse if we back down," I told him. "Plus, we can keep away from him if we want."

"I guess your right. I don't want to ruin our six month anniversary," he said and nuzzled noses with me.

"That's the spirit," I giggled.

That weekend we drove up to the cottage. Of course, we were there first, and began to unpack the food. I hadn't seen much of Timothée this week thankfully.

"Hello there," came a sultry voice. I tuned to see Timothée with a girl on his arm that, well, looked like she could be my sister.

"Chloe," she said, extending a hand.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked Luke as Timothée smirked. He saw me continuously looking from him to her.

"You knew he was coming," Luke murmured.

"I didn't know his girlfriend was my twin," I snapped.

"What?" He asked.

"She looks exactly like me!"

"I don't see it, are you sure? You look totally different."

"No we don't!"

"Stop exaggerating things in your mind. We're going to have a nice weekend and not pick any fights."

"But she-"

"No fights," I heard Timothée smile behind me. I turned. He gave me a bone crushing hug, his hands too low on my back.

"Welcome to the family, sis," he chuckled and let me go. This was going to be interesting.