It's you I want. -Timothée Chalamet

Part 3. Let me know

He comes in and looks around the small house while the floor creaks beneath us.

"This is a very clean and nice place."

He says while taking off his shoes and placing them on the shoe rug.

"Thank you."

I reply knowing damn well he is lying.

"So what you tryna' talk about boy?"

I say while taking off my own shoes and setting down my backpack on the living room floor.

"Okay, I know that because I'm white you think I'm going to do something to you but I promise I won't I just want to get that out of the way."

He says while standing with his hands in his pocket.

"May I take a seat."

He says already making his way to the living room couch.

"Absolutely."

I say while doing the same.

We sit their in silence for a brief second before I say,

"Why do you think I'm pretty?" I mean I come in the darkest shade god ever created and because of that people don't like me so tell me, do you really think I'm pretty?"

I finish saying firmly.

"I think your the most beautiful human being god has ever created."

Timotheé says looking deep into my eyes.

"And I mean it,

He continues.

when I helped you up and saw your face I was speechless and in awe by your beauty."

He says inching closer to me.

"B-but how could you fall for me within' hours?"

I question moving away from him.

"Love just ain't that simple?"

I continue,

"You can't be fallin' for someone you barely know Timothée."

"I love how you say my name."

He says while smirking.

I look down at my feet and laugh shyly.

"Anyways, tell me everything about you I wonna know yo' age where you live everything."

I say while getting up to grab a glass of water.

"Well,

He starts,

I'm 17 years old I live about 6 minutes away from here on Crystal Avenue."

"Richest neighborhood on the block."

I thought to myself.

"No figures."

I mumble to myself while heading back to the couch with my glass of water.

"What?"

Timothée says stopping his rant about himself.

"None,

I say taking a sip of my water while heading back to the couch.

"Continue, continue."

I say gesturing with my hands for him to go on.

"Okay, I live in Crystal Avenue and I have 3 siblings in total my dad is French and my mother is Russian/European."

He says while biting his lips in thought.

"This is my first year here I used to go to Eden High but I moved because that school was just not for me."

He continues almost looking sad as to what he just said.

"Umm- I-I always noticed you I just never had the courage to talk to you."

He says looking down.

"Is it cause I'm black?"

I say taking a sip of my water and crossing my legs.

"Or is it cause' you don't want to be seen talking to a black girl?"

I say looking at him intensely.

"No! No no no not at all. It's because.. I - I didn't want to get judged talking to you if I'm being brutally honest."

He says looking into my eyes with sadness.

"I didn't want people to judge me because it's taboo for a white guy like me to like a black girl.. and you know it's true Gona."

He finishes.

I sit their in silence.

"Well I was right."

I say while slapping my hands on my thighs and standing up.

"It's because I'm black and you don't want to be seen talking with a black girl like me huh?"

I say getting angry now.

"No Gona."

He says looking up at me and standing up himself.

"It's because my love for you is better unknown by the public than known."

He says inching closer.

And closer.

And closer.

"BOOM BOOM"

Timothée and I jump.

"OPEN UP!"

My older brother Jackson yells as he bangs on the door so hard the house shakes.

"Boy calm down I'm comin'!"

I say my voice shaking.

I turn to Timothée and say,

"You have to go out that back door."

I whisper to him frantically pushing him to where the backdoor is.

He opens the door and looks at me one last time.

"Until next time princess."

He says kissing me on the cheek and leaving.

"Until next time."

I whisper to myself.

"GONA HURRY UP!"

Jackson yells.

I open the door.

"About time."

He huffs.

"Shut up stupid."

I say elbowing his side playfully.