𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬🧃

𝒕𝒆𝒏

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a/n: NEW YEARS PART 4

*theres an important note at the bottom, so please read when you get there!!!

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second pov:

"dude, what the hell?" says blake, as he steps into the bedroom, furious.

"hey, woah, woah, calm down," timothée tries to ease. his arm is still around your waist. he squeezes it a little tighter now.

"calm down? i told everyone specifically not to go upstairs. and you, of all people, are about to fuck a random chick in my parents bedroom?," blake shouts again.

blake makes eye contact with you, realizing you're the girl he was talking to at the bar. he turns his eyes back to timothée, who he flashes an angry look too.

"hey look, i'm sorry ok. and we weren't going to do- that," timmy stutters, "we just came up here to see the fireworks from the balcony, that's all."

"oh really, watching the fireworks? didn't know you could still see with each other's faces in your mouths," blake retorts.

"guys, can we just calm down please-," you try to say.

"whatever. just get out," blake interrupts, not making eye contact with neither you nor timmy.

you and timothée look at each other with worried eyes. he nods a little, and starts to walk toward the door. as he walks out, you follow.

when you he gets to the doorway where blake is standing, timmy looks at him, shakes his head, and walks off.

you reach towards blake.

"hey, i am so so sorry, i didn't mean to-,"

"it's fine. it's not your fault. you can stay if you need to. and i'm sorry i called you a random chick," says blake.

he was surprisingly compassionate. what's timothée's problem with him?

"oh no, it's fine, i was just gonna go home, but thanks."

he gives you a quick nod. you give him a warm and sorry smile, and catch up with timmy.

"hey, are you alright? i thought you and blake were cool," you ask, him still walking and not turning around. "umm timmy? i asked you a question?"

he slows his steps, allowing you to walk next to him.

"it's just-," he takes a deep breath out, "we have some history."

you decide not to ask about it. you put your hand on his shoulder and give him a small smile.

there's a few seconds of silence before you break it.

"i cant believe we got kicked out of a party," you say, giggling.

timothée stops walking and turns to you, starting to chuckle.

"for making out on blake's parent's bed," he adds, making you guys laugh harder.

you two erupt in laughter as you stumble down the stairs.

you both cool off the laughter when you reach the bottom of the stairs.

timmy stops and turns to you. he lets out a little sigh.

"in all seriousness though, y/n," he continues, "i kind of really like you a lot. and i know it sounds sorta silly since we sorta just met an hour ago, but i just feel a spark, ya know?"