It's only been a few days since Timothée and I have seen each other but I can't seem to stop thinking about him. About the kiss.

Ive tried to make plans with him but he can never follow through since he seems to be so caught up with work lately. Which isn't a bad thing. Not for him at least.

We text everyday and FaceTime when he can, which is rarely.

I check my phone once again hoping that he would text me, since he hasn't texted me at all today, but there's still nothing.

I feel like I'm being completely un-chill and clingy but I just can't help it. My mind is always on him.

We haven't really spoken about how we kissed or about what that means for us. Or if there even is an 'us'.

My head clouds up further with thoughts as I sigh, listening to my professor ramble on.

Once my professor finishes his lecture and releases us all, I collect my things and make my way outside, feeling relieved to be done with classes for today.

The second I walk outside I'm soaked by heavy rain falling from the sky. Fucking perfect.

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INSTAGRAM STORY

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I feel horrible. I feel horrible because I know that Adeline is having a shitty day and I can't do anything about. And I know that her shitty day partially has to do with me.

I really haven't intentionally blown her off for the past four days. Every time we have plans or she mentions doing something, work always intervenes.

I wish I could just bring her some wine and we could get drunk while watching a movie while I watch her laugh at her drunk thoughts, but instead I'm sitting in a meeting about yet another movie roll.

Don't get me wrong I am ecstatic about all the opportunities coming forward to me, but I can't focus with the thought of Adeline in my head.

The picture she posted on her story. She looks so drained. Even with her tired eyes she's still the prettiest girl in New York. She's the prettiest girl in New York and I'm managing to fuck it all up with her.

I rack my brain for ideas of how I could make it up to her and then it hits me.

The Weeknd.

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PRIVATE TEXT MESSAGE

hi addy

hi timothee

do you have any

plans on Friday night?

depends on who's

asking

well I have a

friend who's having

a concert and they

happen to have two extra

tickets

who's your friend

the weeknd

timothee chalamet

you did NOT

I did

so are you

busy or..?

NO BITCH IM NOT BUSY

WHO DO U THINK I AM?

UR THE BEST EVER

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I sprint up to my dorm room and collapse on my bed when I get inside, with a smile spread on my face.

"You okay Addy?" Ashley questions with a raised eye brow.

"Timothée is taking me to see The Weeknd on Friday because they're friends and he had extra tickets and he's literally so perfect" I squeal hopping up from my bed and dancing in a circle.

"No fucking way you lucky bitch" Eden yells as her mouth gapes open.

"Adeline you do realize that you're living every girls dream right? Timothée Chalamet is taking you on a date to see The Weeknd" Ashley says, her mouth also gaping open.

"Yep" I grin popping the 'p'. "I feel like I'm living in a dream"

"Aw you're so cute Addy" Ashley smiles as she comes and wraps her arms around me.

My smile grows as I think about how good my day just got. "Guys let's go eat dinner at a super fancy restaurant" I gleam as Ashley and Eden laugh at my overly happy state.

"I like that idea" Eden grins. Ashley nods in agreement. "A fancy girls night."

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fancy girls night has me smooching the air

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what does Timmy see in this girl? She's so plain

just like you smooched Timothée?

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I'm never telling you anything again

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addy is blushing while she eats her pasta

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armie leave these kids alone

I can't stand this girl

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