Chapter 10
Timmy and I stayed there on my bed even after we were done talking about our dads. He didn't fail to make me laugh this time either, and I didn't know what it was, but I loved his company. He made me feel so warm inside, and the smile never really left my face.
It wasn't until we started talking about childhood memories that I thought of something I wanted to bring up. "You went to the MS 54 Booker T. Washington school, didn't you?"
His eyes widened by my words. "I knew you already knew things about me before we got to know each other, but I didn't know it was on this level."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "I didn't google it, Timmy. I'm not that desperate to get to know everything about you," I joked, rolling my eyes.
He was still lying on his stomach, but instead of lying at my feet, he was right beside me. He swatted my arm when I told him this. "Hey, now I'm offended."
I poked my tongue out at him, to which he laughed. "Anyway, I was asking because I went to the same school," I explained, winking at him.
He stared at me in shock, his mouth hanging open. "You did not."
I nodded my head, chuckling. "I'd rather not, but if I have to, I can show you my school pictures to prove myself."
He shook his head slowly. "How do you even remember this? I was a real nobody at that time," he said, still shocked by this new fact.
"Because you were two years older than me, and even if we were young, I guess older boys were always interesting," I shrugged, making him narrow his eyes at me.
"Are you telling me you were attracted to me?" He wondered, a smile threatening to take over his features.
My mouth formed the shape of an 'o'. "No. I was just saying because my friends at the time thought you and your friends looked good, alright?" I huffed, looking away from him.
He didn't let this slip, though. Instead, he started teasing me about it. "Julie thought I was prettyyyy. How cute is that?" He gushed, and now it was my turn to hit him in the arm.
"Shut up. I never even said that," I groaned."Besides, we were kids. We didn't know any better than to like older guys."
He pouted his lips at me. "I think it's adorable anyway. I'm never going to forget about this."
No, he would most likely pester me about it every chance he got if I knew him right. Glaring at him, I crossed my arms over my chest and pursed my lips. He laughed at my reaction and tried to gain my attention by tilting his head to the side and looking at me with puppy eyes.
"Alright. I'm sorry, Julie. I'm not going to hold it against you, I promise."
I turned to look at him, still not forgiving him. When he noticed I was still glaring at him, he shook his head in amusement. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me tonight?"
I huffed. "You're just asking me to make me feel better."
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "No, I'm wondering because I like spending time with you, and I wanted us to do something that I know both of us are interested in."
He liked spending time with me? Why was that so incredibly hard to believe?
"And that is to watch movies?" I wondered, contemplating the offer.
He shrugged. "I know I love movies, and I've noticed that whenever you are free from work, all you want to do is basically read books and watch movies."
He knew me too well. I wanted to argue with him, but I couldn't because he was right. I loved watching movies. "Are you sure Lily won't mind?" I couldn't help but ask.
I didn't know how their relationship was. If she got jealous easily, I didn't want to risk her being mad at me if I went out to watch a movie with her boyfriend.
He chuckled slightly, shaking his head so his curls flew everywhere. "No, she knows we're just friends," he smiled.
He got up from my bed and flattened the covers where he had been lying. "Be ready at six, not a minute later," he joked, walking over to the door.
I followed his figure with my gaze. "Speak for yourself," I snorted. "What movie are we even watching?"
His lips pulled into a beautiful smile. "That's for me to know and you to find out," he winked before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
I slumped back against my pillow, letting out a deep sigh. How on earth was this going to end? To be honest, I was positive it would all end in a disaster, and then I didn't only mean the movie.
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When it was ten to six, I was pacing my room because I didn't know what to wear. I had plenty of tops and button-ups scattered on the floor and the bed, but I couldn't decide. I was aware that I shouldn't care so much since we were just going to the cinema, but what if people would take picture and all that stuff? I couldn't wear worn-out clothes if so.
After two minutes, I finally settled with a black top with flounces along with a pair of black, skinny jeans. I sincerely hoped this would do because there was no turning back now.
I brushed my hair quickly and applied some lip-gloss before exiting my room and going downstairs. To my surprise, Timmy was already sitting at the kitchen table with his phone in his hands, looking as gorgeous as ever. I would probably never get used to his beautiful looks.
He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of white and red striped pants. Around his neck and wrists, he had several colored accessories. And those goddamn curls... How did he do it?
He looked up at the sound of my arrival and flashed me a breathtaking smile. "I see you're on time."
Flicking my blonde hair, I looked at him in feigned pride. "Of course I am."
He chuckled at my actions as he got up from his seat. Without saying anything, he went to the hall to shrug on his black jacket. Meanwhile, I went into the living room where Nicole and mom were lying on the couch. "Bye, guys!" I said, gaining their attention.
Mom's face instantly broke out in a smile. "Have fun, bye!" They called in unison. Before I left, I could see mom winking at me. I only shook my head at her in return. She was unbelievable.
I then joined Timmy in the hall. He was ready to go, leaning against the front door as I walked there. He gave me a knowing look.
"What?" I wondered as I bent down to slip my sneakers on.
"You're unbelievable. Why do people always have to wait for you?"
He didn't say it in an angry tone, more like an amused one, so I took that as though he wasn't really mad at me. I didn't answer him, though. Instead, I grabbed my jacket from the hanger and followed him out of the house.
Thankfully, it wasn't raining today, but it wasn't exactly hot either. The sun had already gone down and it was quite chilly for being spring. I instantly shrugged my jacket on before entering Timmy's black sports car. He joined me in the driver's seat.
Somehow, the entire situation made me nervous because I couldn't help but feel like we were going on a date. I wanted to hit myself for even thinking that. I would never go on a date with him, yet I couldn't stop the thought from slipping into my mind.
We drove off towards the cinema, Timmy turning the radio on as soon as the car was moving. He started singing along to the music, dancing in his seat and bobbing his head. If it weren't for the fact that the car was moving between the right lines on the street, I would've been scared shitless that we were going to crash.
"Can't you please just focus on driving?" I asked anyway because his dancing made me nervous.
He turned his gaze to me for a second, amusement clear on his features. "What? You think I'm a bad driver?"
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. "No, but it's making me fucking nervous that you're moving in your seat while driving."
He chuckled at that. "Fine. I'll take it easy," he said, and he finally stopped dancing, settling for only singing along to the music instead.
Ten minutes later, we were parking outside the cinema. Timmy turned off the engine and hopped out of the car, me following suit. Together, we walked into the building and went over to the desk to order some snacks. I settled for a medium popcorn and a coke while Timmy bought a bag of chips and a coke.
When he noticed I was looking at his choice of snacks, he turned to me. As if he already knew what I was thinking he said; "I don't like popcorn."
Who didn't like popcorn? Popcorn was the best thing ever, especially while watching a movie at the cinema. "And you're telling me I'm weird for not liking guacamole," I snorted, rolling my eyes.
He threw his head back in laughter before thanking the lady who had served him. I saw the smile she gave him, and I instantly understood that she recognized him. She didn't say anything else, though, and I was positive Timmy didn't even notice she was giving him more attention than the rest of her customers.
Come to think of it, there hadn't been any scary people stopping us to take pictures so far, and I couldn't be more thankful for that. I wasn't really comfortable with it, and I didn't like being all over the internet.
We walked into the salon and sat down in two seats in the middle of it. There were already a few other people there, but there would probably arrive a lot more before the movie began. I turned to him once we had settled in our seats, looking at him expectantly.
"So, what movie is it?" I asked eagerly.
His lips turned into a smirk. "It's a favorite of mine."
It was something about the way he was acting that told me it had to be one of his own movies. "Something's telling me it's one you are playing in, am I right?" I asked, the smile evident on my face.
He shrugged, his lips still twitched into that smirk. "Maybe."
"You're such a show-off," I accused him jokingly, making him laugh.
"Nah, I just like this movie very much," he tried convincing me, but I wouldn't have it.
He was definitely attempting to show off his awesome actor skills. I didn't mind, though, because he was amazing and so were most of the movies he was in. He had done a really great job in all of them, but I couldn't put my finger on which one he had picked out for us tonight.
"Then which one is it?"
He shook his head. "I'm not telling you, you'll see."
Could this person get more annoying? I thought I loved surprises, but I was starting to doubt that. This was making me frustrated. I mean, I had gone around for hours knowing we were watching a movie, but I still didn't know which one it was, not even now that we were sitting here.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted my lips. He saw this and nudged me in the side playfully. "Aw, come on, Jules. Don't be mad at me."
I looked at him in accusation. "I am mad at you for doing this."
He chuckled, but still didn't say anything. That was when I decided I wouldn't talk to him until the movie was over. So, I sat there ignoring him when he tried talking to me until the movie began playing.
Little Women. That was the movie he had chosen for us to watch. Honestly, I was excited about it because I had only watched it once before and it was amazing. I'd wanted to watch it again just because it was so good, but I had never gotten around to do it.
I let out a gasp as I noticed what movie it was, and through the corner of my eyes, I could see happiness in Timmy's eyes that appeared when he saw my reaction. He must've known I loved this movie.
The second it was over, my face was tear-stained and red from all the crying I had done. I couldn't watch that movie without balling my eyes out, it was impossible. The fact that I looked ridiculous made me want the lights to never turn on, but of course I wasn't that lucky.
Looking down at the floor during our way out, I muttered that I needed to go to the bathroom to Timmy before storming off. I didn't know if he even heard me, but I couldn't let anyone see me like this. It was embarrassing.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I let out a groan. The mascara was all over my face and my eyes were beat red. I was sure I couldn't even fix this before I had to go back out there again.
I wiped the mascara off my face, though, and dabbed my eyes with a wet paper towel. Five minutes later, I realized I wouldn't get myself to look better, so I exited the bathroom and walked back to the spot I had left Timmy before.
I halted in my steps once I caught sight of him, though. He was standing across the room in a circle of people taking pictures of him and asking him for his autograph. Of course.
Looking around myself, I found a couch nearby that I decided to walk over to and settled down on. This was probably going to take a while, so I might as well be comfortable during the time I waited.
It took almost half an hour before the people - mostly girls - had left, and he started looking for me. He found me almost instantly and started walking over to where I was sitting. "Julie, there you are," he said once he was standing in front of me.
I looked up at him, knowing I looked ridiculous but didn't have the energy to care about it anymore. I was getting tired, and all I wanted right now was to go home.
"Tell me your thoughts about the movie."
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To be continued... Haha this scene will continue in the next chapter. I hope you liked it, thoughand are looking forward to the next one. See you soon, guys!
Pauline .xx