BEAUTY AND THE GEEK ~ Timothée Chalamet ✓

~25~

"Take on me! Take me oooon, I'll be goooone in a day or twooooo!" Anya screamed the lyrics of the song and then started bouncing to the beat, Timothée laughed and tried to hide his smile.

"Oh, the things that you say, is it a life or just to play my worries away.." he suddenly sang and made Anya giggle.

"You're all the things I've got to remember. You're shying away.
I'll be coming for you anyway.. Take on me! Take me oooon! I'll be gone in a day or twooooo!" she joined him and they screamed the song together as he parked the car outside the hardware store, a few strangers looked at them confused but they just ignored their looks.

"Let's go!" Anya said and quickly got out of the car.

"I need to roll up these ancient windows, remember?" Timothée reminded her.

"It'd be way more helpful if the glasses had just broken by our voices!" Anya joked and walked to Timothée's door.
"Prince Timothée!" she opened the door and took a bow.

"For God's sake! You're crazy!" he laughed hard and got out.
"Oh merci beaucoup mademoiselle Anya, tu es une fille polie!" (Oh thank you very much miss Anya, you are a polite girl) he placed his hand on his heart and played along.

"You need to stop speaking French... Not knowing what you say is annoying as hell!" she groaned.

"Super!" he laughed.

"Let's just go!!!" she gave him a death glare and he followed behind her, until they made it to the shopping carts, where he got one.

"So, have you decided on what paint color you want?" Timothée asked.

"Uum... White and black for some small details, I think. Both classy, minimalistic and you can never go wrong with it."

"So you're saying my white t-shirt and black jeans are classy!" Timothée laughed as he looked down at his outfit.

"Sure, it's cute!" Anya smirked and Timothée chuckled.

"Here we go! We're getting the paints!" he said and put a few containers of paint in the cart.
"We need brushes, paint rollers, paint trays, some tape, and some plastic sheets to cover everything! I believe you already have a ladder at home!" the boy spoke and Anya nodded.

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They finally got to Anya's family house, gathered all of the stuff they needed, and prepared the room by covering the floor and some of the furniture with the plastic sheets.

"Let me go change into an old outfit, I'll be back in a minute!" Anya said and Timothée nodded.

She went to her walk in closet and changed clothes, then she came back.
"Maybe you need to wear something old too.. Or paint shirtless in your underwear!" Anya joked.

"No way!" he playfully shaked his head.
"No big deal though, I own like 10 of these t-shirts..." he laughed.

"Just a pair of sweatpants then.." Anya exclaimed and quickly went back to her closet.
"There you go!" she threw a pair of sweatpants in the air and Timothée caught it.

"Wow.. Tie-dye, Hello Kitty sweatpants..." the boy chuckled.
"I've always wanted a pair of these."

"See? Now you own one!" Anya laughed.

"Woah, thanks!" he laughed along with her.

"What are you waiting for? Put it on!" she shouted and he went to her closet.

"Daaaaamn! You look good!" Anya said when he came back.

"These pastel colors really compliment my skin tone!" he joked.

"Yes boy! Feel yourself!" she shouted and put on some music, he started dancing around and she giggled.

"Anyyyyway! Let's get the job done!!!!" he shouted and they both got a paint roller.

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"Am I doing it right?" Anya asked.

"Oh yes! Go up and down.."

"Up and down... Up and down... This is exhausting."

"Keep going An, keep going!"

"Aaaah, it hurts..."

"Okay we can have a break!" he laughed as she massaged her own arm.

"I can't feel my arm, stop laughing." she gave him a death glare.

"It's kinda funny, cause it's prolly the first time you do something like this... And you're already hating it!" he teased her.

"I actually love it!" she raised her eyebrow.

"No, you don't!"

"Well... I love it now!" she said and grabbed a brush that had black paint on it.

"What are you-" he tried to ask, but it was too late. The paint was already on the fabric of his t-shirt.
"What are you even writing?" he rolled his eyes as she laughed histerically.
"'Baguette'... Seriously?!"

"Cause you're a French baguette."

"Very funny!" he fake laughed as she continued writing on his white t-shirt.
"What are you writing this time?... Let's see.. Oh... 'Anya'... I've always wanted a t-shirt with the words baguette and Anya on it.. Thanks dear!" he sarcastically said.

"See? So many presents for you today!!!!" she grinned.

"You're so generous!" he shouted close to her ear.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

"Miss Anya just cursed..." he acted shocked. That's when his phone started ringing and he excused himself.

"Well... You never texted, so I decided to call you.. Wanna go to the mall or something honey?" Kiara asked through the phone.

"I'm kind of busy actually...." he looked at the unpainted walls around him.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school baby! Okay?"

"Fine.. See you tomorrow!" she hung up and he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Didn't mean to eavesdrop.... But was it Kiara?... You can go now if you want, we'll finish the walls some other time... Or I can continue by myself..!" Anya awkwardly said.

"It's okay, don't worry about it! Let's just do it!" he responded.

"Fine... I just don't want to keep you away from her and stuff..." she shrugged.

"I know... It's fine, don't worry about it!" he assured her.

"But since we talk about her... I've always knew you had a crush on her! And you pretended you didn't..." Anya chuckled but felt the pain in her heart. She was so jealous.

"Well..."

"Life's so unpredictable!!! I broke up with my boyfriend this year, and you got the girl of your dreams.. I bet you're living your best life!" she started painting the wall again.

"I'm sure you'll find somebody better soon too!" he followed her lead.

"I hope so... Because everyone's getting laid and I'm wasting my youth!" she joked.

"I should prolly lock myself in a basement and never see the sunlight again then!" he joked back.

"Why?!?" she questioned.

"Because I still hold my freakin V card! Kiara is my first high school girlfriend.. so..." he laughed loudly.

"Are you serious?!" she asked in disbelief.

"Well.. Why would I lie about it..." he hid his face with his hand.
"And there's no thing such as 'wasting your youth'... It sounds cliché, but you only have to do it when it feels right... No pressure.." he chuckled.

"Awww Timmy is pure!!!! But be honest, haven't you tried to like... stick it in an apple-pie or something?" she teased him.

"I'll pretend you never asked this..." he started whistling and ignored her teasing. Anya smiled to herself, she was right, he was like a perfectly unique and precious extraterrestrial.