Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

It’s Not You, It’s Me

Part 10

Timothee’s POV 

“Get off of me!” 

I shoved her. I shoved her so hard she slammed into the wall of my parents elegantly decorated bathroom. I never understood why they decided to decorate their bathroom in pink elephants, but I silently thanked them when a porcelain elephant slid off of one of many floating shelves and knocked Lilly in the head. It cracked on impact before falling to the floor and shattering into a million pieces. Between the blow to her head and the impact of my shove, she slowly eased her back down the wall, wincing as she connected with the floor. I was sure that tiny shards of the pink elephant were piercing her skin. 

This one has been sitting in my drafts for forever! Hope you enjoy! Also, full disclosure: I have no idea what it’s like to be high. I’ve never been high (other than that one time when I was 8 years old and took my friends sleeping pills at a sleep over BUT that’s a story for a different time hah!) So this is my best interpretation of what it would be like based off of the knowledge that I have and what I’ve seen! 

High

You’d seen him smoke at least a thousand times, but this was the first time you studied him while he did it. You watched as he placed the joint he rolled moments before in between his lips and took two quick drags from it. His eyes travelled over to you, sitting cross legged on his bed, back against the wall. He saw you watching him and laughed, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he did. You waited for him to say something, to call you out for watching him so intently. Instead, he took a puff, long and slow this time, locking eyes with you as he pulled the smoke into his lungs. As he removed the joint from his lips again you noticed how the paper stuck to the skin of his lips causing the almost perfectly shade of pink on his bottom lip to pull sightly.