Falling for You

December 1996

Song - Some might say by Oasis

"I gotta go babe." Timmy mumbled through the toast in his mouth, tying his tie.
"Oh, okay." I got off the couch to kiss him goodbye. "There's an interview for this magazine, they're looking for music writers." I pointed at the multicoloured sheets in my hand.
"Oh that's great baby, you gonna go?"
"Today at three."
"Good luck baby." He took the toast out his mouth to kiss me on the forehead.
"Have a good day baby." I said as he rushed out the door, giving me a cheeky wink.

...

"So tell me about your experience with music and writing."
I sat on a bright red chair across from an impossibly thin woman with large hoop earrings and messy blonde hair.
"Well, I was in a band in London for about three years and I wrote all our songs. But when I was in high school I ran a school newspaper and wrote poetry."

"Do you have any examples?"
"Uh yes, one moment." I reached into my bag and pulled out a pink, worn folder with my work and passed it to the woman.
"Great, I'll have a read over this." She plopped it on her desk. "So you lived in London, why the move to the big apple?" She smiled.

"Well, I met my husband in London but he's from here. He was in London for work once we got married we decided to move into his place in New York."
"Aw that's sweet. What's his name?"
"Timothée."
"Timothée Chalamet? Per chance?"
"Yes...you know him?"

"My daughter used to date him." She laughed.
Of course she did I thought.
"Lovely boy though isn't he?"
"Yes." I smiled.
"Well I wish you the best of luck in New York. We'll be in touch about the job."

...

Timothée came through the door at 6pm looking exhausted.
"Oh what a day I had today!" He exclaimed. He collapsed onto the couch with his head in my lap.
"Long day?" I said combing my fingers through his hair.

"Ugh! No one would do the simplest of things! We're shooting a calendar and y'know for December it's these girls in Santa costumes and you'd have thought they were all drunk!"
I laughed.
"I'm being serious babe, like honestly they had no clue where their mark was at all I just-" he put his hands over his face and groaned in frustration.

"Sounds awful. You tired? Ya look tired."
"Yeah," he pouted his lip like a child.
"I made lasagne for dinner."
"You did not." He said excitedly.
"I did. I've got a slice for you in the microwave."
"Ugh yes baby!" He sprung up and dashed the short distance to the microwave.

I followed him and nuzzled under his arm.
"How was the interview?" He said peppering a few kisses on my head.
"Good? Kinda I don't know."
"What happened?" He sounded worried.
"The actual interview went well just the end bit...she asked me why I moved to New York and I said for my husband timothée and she was all like Chalamet? And I was like yes and-"

"You've lost me babe."
"She said you used to date her daughter."
"What's her name?"
"Mrs. Eron."
"Ohhh yeah I did."
"When?"
"Like end of high school, we were really close though that's why I know her mom."

"Is it weird if I work for her?"
"Only if you think it is."
The microwave beeped and he took out his lasagne.
"Oh baby, you have outdone yourself this looks amazing." He grabbed a fork and we sat down on the couch.

"I don't know, maybe it would be weird. I don't wanna think about you with-"
"Oh my god! This is so good!"
My words broke off into a chuckle.
"Sorry." He apologised for interrupting me. "If it's too weird for you baby, don't take the job. There are plenty of other ones out there for a talented girl like you."
I gave a weak half smile.

...

Y : Hello?

W : Am I speaking with a Mrs Y/n Chalamet?

Y : Yes.

W : I'm calling about your application for Rocks magazine?

Y : Oh right?

W : Mrs Eron would like to pass on that she think you're a gifted writer. However, because of your umm relations she thinks it would be best if you didn't work alongside her daughter. Thank you very much for applying.

Y : Oh alright...can I pick up my folder I'd left with Mrs Eron?

W : Of course come by at 4:30pm.

I put down the phone and began to cry, just then timmy walked out of the bathroom in a towel.
"Oh god baby, what's wrong?" He pulled me into his arms.
"I- I didn't get the job." I cried.
"Oh baby." He pulled me in tighter as I cried over his shoulder.

"They're so fucking stupid to not hire you." He said.
I continued to cry over his shoulder.
"You're gonna get a great job I know it I feel it."

A/N : I really don't know what to write at the end of chapters anymore.