When In Rome ► Timothée Chalamet

13 | The Trevi Fountain

Y/N

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"Care to explain what the hell just happened?"

Timothee still had my hand clutched in his, but didn't seem to plan on stopping anytime soon. He had been dragging me for almost 10 minutes, the same stern glare cast across his face.

"No," he snapped, "it's none of your business."

"Could you at least let go of me? You're bending my fingers."

He glanced down at our interlaced hands, before letting go quickly. Either he forgot he was still holding it, or he felt bad he was hurting me. I stopped walking, putting my foot down against his poor-behavior.

"I'm going back to the dorms," I said, crossing my arms, "you need to act mature, Timothee."

"I told you, it's none of your business," he frowned.

"You made it my business when you made a big scene and dragged me all the way up to-" I hesitated, waving at my unfamiliar surroundings, "well, wherever this is."

"Caelian hill."

"That doesn't matter," I rolled my eyes, "I'm going back."

I spun on my heels, and started to retreat back down the endless hill. I wasn't sure if the boy realized how hard his grip was, but my fingers still stung where the pressure was. My ears were red with annoyance, a feeling I had experienced too soon during my time here in Rome.

"y/n!" I heard Timothee call out behind me.

My stubborn side wanted to keep walking, but I turned around anyway. He was standing at the top of the hill, his messy hair almost invisible through the sunrays, but the angry expression on his face was gone.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, glancing towards the ground.

It was the first time I heard him say those words, but I wasn't sure if I expected him to ever say it. I could tell he tried not to show it, but he seemed to be slightly ashamed at the way he had been treating me for the past half hour.

"What do you want, Timothee?" I sighed.

"For you to stop walking away," he mumbled.

"Why?"

"Because I want to show you something."

"Are you going to start acting better?"

"Yes."

I narrowed my eyes, trying to come up with a reasonable decision. For some reason, I automatically knew he was being genuine with his response, so I nodded my head and started marching back up the hill.

"Fine," I said, "where are we going."

"Thought you'd never ask," he winked.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my smile. Even though we had our on-and-off moments, I knew Timothee wasn't trying to hurt my feelings. We walked for a while, passing by street shops and vendors.

I had to pull the boy out of a gelato shop, because he couldn't resist the temptation of a cold treat in the blistering heat.

the back of my foot hurt after walking so far, and I started to wobble at a sort of a limp. Thankfully we arrived to the destination Timothee had planned.

"The Trevi fountain," he announced, gazing up at the towering structure.

It truly was a beautiful sight. Intricate carving of the gods were positioned above the crowd, but they seemed to lifelike, I was afraid they would come to life. A pool of crystal clear water was amassed underneath, the coins of passer bys sprinkled about in various places.

In the center, water spilled off of a small ledge, the echo of the falling liquid bouncing off into the area.

"It looks so real in person," I stuttered, "I've only seen it in pictures."

"That's because it is real," the boy said sassily.

"Forget it," I pouted, swatting him away, "you're ruining the moment!"

I slipped through the busy plaza, until I reached the very edge of the fountain. The water seemed to call out to me, the sudden urge to jump in consuming me. But of course, I knew better than to get arrested for that, so I restrained myself.

"Try this," Timmy said, coming up behind me.

He was holding a spare change in his palm, a couple dimes and a couple pennies.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, "to make wishes?"

"Not quite," he said, "there's another legend with this one."

"I'm interested."

"One coin means you'll come back to Rome, two coins means you'll return and fall in love, and three coins means you'll do both and get married."

"How romantic," I nodded, taking a few coins out of his hand.

Turning to stare back at the fountain, I grasped two coins in my hand and tossed them far off into the pool.

"Two, huh?" the boy asked, "I'm surprised you didn't go for three."

"Well," I shrugged, "It's too soon to get married, anyways."

The boy nodded, and tossed one single dime into the pool. I didn't know how to feel about it, but decided to overlook it. Glancing up at the fountain one last time, I nudged the boy and gestured behind me.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I turned around to start walking, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the boy drop another coin into the water. A soft splash echoed out into the pavilion, as Timothee watched it fall.

I pretended I hadn't noticed the sly movement, but I couldn't ignore the sudden pounding in my heart.

Two coins, huh, Chalamet?