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guess what

what

i have a meeting one

block away from your

dorm tomorrow night

congratulations?

that totally just went

over your head

what did

me asking you to go

to dinner with me

is that a yes orrrrr

yes timothée it's a yes

only if you buy me

some wine cuz I lost my

fake ID

wine?🤮

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As I re- read the conversation my heart beat speeds up thinking about tomorrow night.

I don't know how Timothée feels about me just yet. We're always flirting and commenting on each other's Instagram pictures so that has to mean something. Or maybe I'm just crazy.

Either way I'm excited to finally meet with him in person again, hopefully this time all clothes will stay clean.

"Guys I need advice" I speak up grabbing Ashley and Edens attention. "Timothée asked me to go to dinner with him tomorrow night and I obviously said yes but I don't know what this means and I keep overthinking"

Ashley and Edens faces both light up like a Christmas tree.

"No fucking way you're going on a date with Timothée Chalamet" Ashley beams.

"You're like the luckiest girl on the planet Addy, don't be nervous" Eden adds in.

I pull my knees to my chest as I shrug. "I just don't want to make it something that it's not. Like what if he doesn't see it as a date?"

"You guys have been flirting for a month Adeline, you're definitely into each other" Ashley says as she comes to my bed and wraps her arms around me. "Trust me" she says with a smile.

I smile back at her softly. "I hope"

"I know the perfect way to help you let loose" Eden speaks with a grin.

"And what may that be?" I mock her grin.

"There's an NYU frat party tonightttttt" she giggles dragging out the last word.

Ashley's face lights up once again. "Oh my gosh yes. You should totally come Addy"

"I don't think that's the right scene for me" I nervously laugh, the thought of a frat party making me want to throw up.

"Yes please please come it will be fun" Ashley begs holding up her pinky. "Pinky promise"

I let out a defeated sigh. "Fine" I say as I latch my pinky with hers.

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my roommates are forcing me to be a college student tonight... wish me luck

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are you and timmy dating?

imagine looking this good

ya bitch let's get DRUNKKK

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do you think they'll have wine?

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whats with you and wine?

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idk you'll have to wait and find out tomorrow

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i never agreed to buy you wine

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looks like I'm busy tomorrow night then:/

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you're evil

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see you and my wine tomorrow;)

does that mean they're going on a date tomorrow?

#adothée

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"You guys were totally flirting in that comment section" Eden winks at me as we walk up to a nice looking house.

The music is already way to loud and we're still standing outside. I can smell the mixture of weed and alcohol as we get closer.

This whole situation reminds we way to much of my days in Maine. Getting drunk every weekend and not giving a single fuck about anything. I miss those days

"I think you guys were right. This will be fun" I smile at the two girls as we walk through the door.

We immediately head for the table with the drinks on it. I pour some vodka into a red solo cup adding a little bit of sprite.

I take a sip and wince at the overloading taste of vodka, just how I like it.

As the night progresses and my body becomes more intoxicated with drinks, I can't help but let my mind wonder to Timothée. I wonder what he's doing right now.

Probably not ruining his livers to feel happy again.

"Hit this" Ashley's voice yelling over the loud music pulls me out of my trance.

I look at the rolled item in her hand, debating my fate if I decide to hit it considering I'm already extremely drunk.

I take the blunt from her hand and put it up to my lips. I inhale deeply as the smoke burns my throat, just like I remember from high school.

With a few more hits and a few more drinks I'm fucked. By this time it's 2AM and I'm thanking god that tomorrow is a Saturday.

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a little hungover now

aren't we?

maybe a little

just a little?

okay maybe a lot

are you still up

to dinner tonight?

no hangover could make

me miss dinner with THE

Timothée Chalamet

you're so sassy

and you love it

I'll pick you up

at 8 and we can walk

to the restaurant

sounds good

oh and text me when

you're here, I didn't get

your number for nothing

I'm pretty sure I got

your number

touché