It's you I want. -Timothée Chalamet

Part 5. At Last

After the incident that happened, Eli and I decided to call it a day and go home.

It was 8:00 PM a dangerous time to be out as a negro.

As I opened my front door everybody was home.

"God dammit child where the hell where you?"

My mama asked and shouted at the same time.

"I was hangin' with Eli."

I said quietly while looking down at my shoes.

"And what was y'all doin' this late at night huh?"

My papa asked joining in on this interrogation session.

My brothers and sisters where all sitting at the dining room table in silence just watching papa and mama fill me with questions.

" I could've got killed today ok y'all."

I said.

"This white boy and his friend with a baseball bat tried to, if they had the chance to, beat Eli and I up just for being black!"

I said, hot tears forming in my eyes.

"But I wouldn't let him get us y'all I wouldn't."

I said while pointing to each and every one of them.

"Eli and I stood up for what's right."

I said my voice shaking.

All of them where silent.

"So, before you guys assume I was doin' some wrong, you should ask first."

I said while storming upstairs and slamming my door shut which caused some of the ceiling particles to fall.

I flopped on my bed and looked out the window.

All I could see was my reflection of myself until a familiar face suddenly popped up from my window.

I screamed.

"Shhhhhh,

Timothée said outside the window.

"It's me don't be scared."

He said while motioning me to come open the window.

The window was very old and jagged so it was a struggle to get it open but I did anyways.

He made his way into my room. The floor creaking beneath him.

"What are you doing here?"

I whispered.

Not that it matters.

I want him here.

"I missed you."

He said while looking deep into my eyes.

I look away and walk towards my room door and lock it.

"If my family knows your here their going to kill me."

I said while sitting at the edge of my bed frame.

Timothée does the same to.

We where quiet for a little until he said.

"How about we go on a bike ride together? Maybe tomorrow?"

He suggest.

"You know how crazy that is Timothée?"

I said in shock.

"A white male and a black female like me going bike riding in public ha!"

I say a little to loud.

"Well, I don't care what people think Gona."

He said while turning my head around to face him.

"No matter what color you come in I love what's within."

He said leaning closer.

"I love you for you, I can care less about what other people have to say.

He said.

"B-but we can't let the public know about us or you can end up in jail."

I said sadly.

"Dating a negro like me will get you locked up."

I said looking down tears forming in my eyes.

"If I end up in jail for loving you so be it."

He said then leaned in and kissed me.

His lips were so soft.

"At Last."

By Etta James was playing in the background on the little radio I had in my room.

The kiss lasted for about 20 seconds until I pushed back as so did he.

"I love you Gona, soon to be Gona Chalamet."

He said while smiling.

I laughed.

"In your wildest dreams."

I teased.

*Knock Knock*

Both our heads turned to the door.

"Gona baby can you open the door please? I'm sorry for interrogating you downstairs let's talk baby are you okay?"

My mama said outside my room door.

I turned around to Timothèe and motioned him to leave.

"Quietly."

I mouthed.

He nodded and made his way out, but as he was about to leave he turned around to me and mouthed,

"Until tomorrow beautiful."

Then left.