as i sat on my bed at 11 pm, watching the office, i get a text message. it's timmy
lil timmy tim: i'm omwww😌 me: lmao okay😭
timothée has been my best friend since KINDERGARTEN. he's been my absolute, favorite person since as long as i could remember. everything about us just click and we get along so well. i'm not going to lie, i've looked at timothee as more than a friend before. i usually push those thoughts to the back of my head. he won't like you back. he just sees you as a friend. he probably thinks of you as his sister. ew. i didn't realize i was wrapped up in my thoughts until i heard another text.
lil timmy tim: open the fricking door bruv me: alright alright 😥
i jumped off my bed, ran down the stairs, and did our secret knock.
knock... knock knock .... knock knock... knock
i opened the door. i saw a slightly damp timmy standing at my doorstep.
"do we have to do that every time?" timothee said slightly chuckling.
i hadn't realized it was raining.
"i didn't realize it was raining! i'm so sorry let me get you a change of clothes." i said, genuinely sorry.
he had been to my house so many times, he basically lived there. same with his house. he probably has clothes laying around my room somewhere. no, he does.
i scoot him towards the couch, implying for him to get comfortable, and run upstairs to get him some clothes. i go to my dresser and open the drawer that's basically all of his clothes. i take out a pair of black sweats and a grey hoodie. i run back downstairs and hand him the clothes.
he immediately takes them and runs to the bathroom to change. while he does that i make the executive decision to go make some popcorn so we could have a snack while we hang out. while the popcorn is popping, it suddenly hits me. timothee was standing in the rain, not telling me that it was, just because he knew i would be happy to do our special knock that we had made up when we were kids. it's kind of weird to think about, but it made me feel kind of.. idk.. special to him?
he walked into the room, in his dry clothes, snapping me out of my thoughts. the microwave beeps and i take it out, slightly tippy toeing, to reach it. timothee chuckles.
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