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papa razzi

haley had a free day all to herself. they'd been filming longer and longer scenes for the past three consecutive days, and she wanted a break. ideally, on a normal morning, she would've gone to the gym, but the 25th of october was not a normal morning.

for one, she bumped into mikayla as she was making her way downstairs, mentally planning her brunch along with what movie she'd choose to cry to later on.

"oh, hey. haven't seen you in a while."

haley stopped in her tracks and looked up to see kayla standing in a sports bra halter top, one similar to hers. "i've been gone only three days, mickey." she teased. "you going to the gym too?"

"not anymore," her neighbor replied.

"why?"

"i don't want you to see me all sweaty." kayla replied bluntly. "do you have a bike?" she asked, out of nowhere.

"umm, yes?" haley was confused, to say the least.

"and you haven't eaten yet." it was more of a statement.

"stalker, much?"

"wanna go for a bike ride with me?"

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so that's how haley found herself biking along with kayla along the hudson river shoreline by battery park city. it was a long way from where they started, and she was getting tired, though her companion didn't seem to have any intention to let up

"want to stop here?" kayla asked finally, around ten minutes after they circled the area.

"yes, please." haley said gratefully. the two of them skidded to a halt and walked along the esplanade til they found a row of little shops along the side of a building.

"i've been here before, the place is really lowkey," kayla said as they approached a cozy looking cafe. she eyed haley, who was putting on sunglasses and pulling up her hoodie.

"i think you should do the same, just in case."

"paparazzi really hunt you down, don't they?" kayla said dryly. still, she complied, pulling on a bucket hat and arranging her bangs so they fell messily upon the upper half of her face that wasn't hidden behind a mask.

"i've never been here before," remarked haley, looking around. the cafe was quaint and had a soothing ambiance, and their only company aside from the staff was an old couple tucked away, seated in a corner.

"oh, you'll love it." kayla assured her. "i can order for you if you want? i know what's good, i've been here millions of times."

just then, haley's phone rang.

"it's my manager," she said apologetically. "i have to take this. but yes, please! order me whatever you think is good."

"alright," kayla smiled enthusiastically, excited at the prospect of choosing what haley would eat. "you're not vegan or anything, are you? allergies? none?" she called over her shoulder.

none, mouthed haley, shaking her head from the table she was seated at.

a few moments later, kayla returned with a tray loaded with waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, crepes, churros, and hot chocolate. just as she set it down, haley's phone chimed.

"what's that?" she asked, as she settled into her seat. she peered over just as haley tried to flip over her phone so the screen wasn't visible.

"are those google alerts?" kayla was smirking. "you're haley leneghan, and you've got google alerts on who?" she couldn't believe it.

"it's nobody," haley mumbled. "ignore it." she was embarrassed, and her face was a flushed shade of pink.

"c'mon!" kayla turned it over. "timothée chalamet... as patroclus?!"

haley made an attempt to steal it back, but her companion had a firm grip. "fine! i'll read it, god!" laughed haley, who wasn't shy any longer.

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Is this a fever dream?!

by Ashby Williams (Buzzfeed Staff)

posted on October 25, 2021

I'm sure you've heard of Timothée Chalamet.

Whether you've heard about him from your crazy obsessed sibling, to your best friend, or if you're are a big fan yourself— well, buddy, I've got some news for you.

Just a few hours ago, on October 25th, the Dune star Timothée Chalamet posted on his Instagram, a rare occasion that would stir his fans into celebration every time. Many of his die-hard fans on twitter even compare his inactivity to a drought. But that's a whole other story.

Today, Chalamet posted a mirror selfie of himself all decked out in full Spartan gear, and that's not all. Along with him posed none other than the Outer Banks heartthrob, Rudy Pankow. And the caption?

"I will kill you and eat you raw", it read.

As if that wasn't enough to cause an internet frenzy, Pankow HIMSELF posted a picture too (presumably from the same photoshoot) just a few minutes after, with the caption, "There are no bargains between lion and men", which is the first half of the quote Chalamet posted.

Both Rudy Pankow and Timothée Chalamet shared each other's respective posts on their Instagram stories. Chalamet captioned his with a mere "⚔️🛡️", while Pankow went for the kill, saying "can't wait for this one, @tchalamet".

Of course, that drove people crazy. Though nothing was confirmed yet, I'm pretty sure it's definitely going to attract audiences far and wide. Like all of you, I'm sitting with my ass on the edge of my seat, waiting for some announcement, press leak, ANYTHING about the movie.

But for now, I guess I've got to content myself by rereading this beautiful masterpiece of a book, and maybe water our dying plants at home with my tears while I'm at it.

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"i love that book!" kayla told haley, as they both looked up after reading the article. "do you think it's true?

"yeah... i'm pretty sure it is," she replied, putting away the phone and picking up a churro.

"you guys are like, besties, right?"

"um, not really. we're exes actually?" it came out as a question.

"oh. oh." haley thought it was impossible to render mikayla speechless, so when the girl in front of her had no words, she decided it must either mean:

(1) oh, as in, 'you said you liked sweater weather that one night and i assumed you were bisexual and had a mainly female lean since none of your relationships are public', (2) oh, as in, 'no wonder you guys seemed super buddy-buddy in your instagram posts last year', or, (3) oh, as in, 'oh my god i may be lesbian but i know you made a huge mistake'.

"yeah, i don't really want to talk about it," haley shrugged. "anyways. how come i've never seen you around before?"

"well, to be fair, you aren't in new york a lot, either." kayla replied, a smile playing at her lips.

"touché."

"but if you really wanna know, i've been in los angeles doing freelance, being an art student and all."

"yeah, you're grandpa said," haley recalled.

"don't you live there part time, too?" kayla asked suddenly.

"yes! it's so strange, how i've never seen you before."

"OH! and speaking of my grandpa," began kayla, "i'm so, so sorry for the other night. he was just really drunk, you know."

"it's nothing." haley waved it away. "it's no problem. he's really cool."

"he is," kayla agreed. "my parents are never here, they're always off jetting around the world living in various resorts for three quarters of every year."

"i'm sorry, that must suck."

"yeah, well." she laughed bitterly. "grandpa's the one who's always been there for me, so. i'm actually planning to move here full time now, since he's getting old and i don't want him to be lonely. he's always been there for me, and it's about time i do the same."

at that moment, a flurry of people burst into the cafe, waking them from their bubble. it was rush time now, and they were surrounded by noise, all previous amience gone.

"i'm sorry, i've never seen this many people here before," kayla said, annoyed at the disturbance. "we should be going though."

"right." haley paid the bill for both of them, despite kayla's protests, and the two made their way out.

"shit!" exclaimed kayla, coming to a halt. there were men with cameras poised at the entrance, clearly anticipating haley's exit.

"c'mon, keep your head down and ignore them," murmured haley, leading the way. "hide your face," she added.

kayla did just that, and the two mounted their bikes. but before they left, she had an idea.

"HEY, PAPA RAZZI!" she yelled. "TAKE THIS, GLORIFIED STALKERS!" she thrust up her hand and gave them the finger before she kicked off the ground and biked away with haley, laughing into the distance.

it's november 30, aka my and my main character's

bday, so happy birthday haley!

I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY