Timothee Chalamet

Your mother forced you into drama classes. You never really cared for acting, though your mom needed you to get that extra credit. So every Friday was another drama lesson.

Friday morning some guy was shoved to you by his friends while you were in a rush, “Hey…” he mumbled “I kinda thought you were cute-“ You cut his speech short and ran off to class. Drama couldn’t wait!

While you were in drama class, your teacher called you up fron to have you say some Romeo and Juliet lines, but as you start, you hear a loud thud out in the hall. Everyone perks up once the guys from earlier runs in. This guy who tried talking to you earlier and his friends wanted to cause a scene…during drama class.

He lunged at you, arms tightly around your waist a she kneeled down. “PLEASE! Don’t let me die anywhere but your arms! If I bleed - shall thou hand catch every drop and refill my heart to the very brim. Let me live around you but only fade away embraced in your touch! Let me die in the warmth of your love as shallow air leaves my lungs. Your rejection hits me like a knife to the chest! My heart may leap out my skin…and right into your hands,”

He clutched your hands and continued,

“Let my still-beating heart beat into your pulse…I hear your heartbeat beating through the floor. Shall your Heart bond with mine. Like two souls would die only together in a fire…,”

He then let go of you and laid down,

“Let my pulse beat…my limbs weak. For you, all you, my love. Oh my love only lives for thou, o Juliet, o Juliet…”

Then he got up laughing, the whole class now mumbling and giving you looks. The teacher was already writing stuff down as the guy approached you, “Hey. I’m Tim. You so rudely cut me off earlier.” He chuckled.