Y/N

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EVERYTHING HAD to be perfect for today.

I rushed around my apartment, straightening anything that looked out of place, and running back to see if it looked good from a certain angle. Sersh and Daya had just been yelling at me on the phone, telling me that if I died, they'd kill me.

Ironic, I know. I pulled out my phone, swiping through my offers until I reached the ones for today. I had an interview at twelve with one of my roommate applicants, and from their ratings, they were presumably safe. I had a baseball bat tucked into my closet just in case.

CRAIGSLIST INBOX!

Cudifan69

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Let me know when you're here
Just knock on the door

Just arrived
Apartment 3A right?

Yep :)

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I brushed my hands against my jeans, pacing in front of the doorway. I hoped this offer would pull through, because the rent collection was coming up, and I needed a counterpart to share.

I had already unpacked all my moving boxes, so the condo looked nice, which I hoped would sit well with them. The place wasn't really decorative, just white walls and plain furniture, which gave it a nice theme. Inevitably, as soon as I heard the knock on my door, a wave of panic shot through me.

You can do this, you can do this, I thought to myself, grabbing the handle and swinging open the door, you can do this, you can-

"What the hell?" I gasped, shutting it closed in fright.

I pressed my back against the wall, my heart pounding. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? I heard another knock on the door, and my gaze fluttered over in that direction. They knocked again, and again, and then again.

With a shaky hand, I reached for the handle, and opened the door once more. I was greeted with the same face. He looked just as horrified as I did.

"Timothée?" I stuttered, "you're Cudifan69?"

"You're Y/NL/N?" he choked out, staring at his phone.

I couldn't answer for a moment, desperately hoping this was some scary fever dream. Yet no matter how many times I blinked, he was still standing right in front of me.

"Yeah...that's me," I mumbled, "do you want to come in?"

He nodded, and slowly creeped inside, squinting at me. He had our previous messages pulled up onto his phone screen, which meant this couldn't have been planned. He didn't know Y/NL/N was my account....because I never told him my name.

"So," I exhaled, shutting the door, "I'm confused."

"As am I."

"This is also very awkward."

"That too."

I didn't know what else to say, so I nodded towards the kitchen and squeaked out, "do you want some water?"

"Nope."

"Cool."

"Yeah."

We were silent again, the only sound in the apartment being the hum of the ceiling fan. He wasn't what I was expecting, and I wasn't what he was expecting. both of us were mutually not expecting each other.

"Can we pretend like this situation is normal?" I asked, "just for a second?"

"Sure."

"Because even though it's extremely weird, I still need a roommate."

"I agree."

"Great," I nodded, moving over towards the living room, "so this is the...living room."

I began to give him a tour of the medium sized space, which he seemed moderately interested in. It was obvious the both of us were still more focused on each other. I skipped over my room, a little embarrassed for some reason, and just rambled on about the other parts of the space.

"I have some interview questions," I said finally, the tour over, "if you don't mind."

He shook his head, "I don't mind."

"Good."

I lead him over to the dining table, gesturing at the seat across from me. A few of my papers were strewn about, so I snatched up my pencil and shoved them into a pile. As he sat down, I couldn't help but take a small gaze at his blue button up, and his khaki pants. It looked like he dressed nicely for this visit, considering the other outfits I had seen him in.

"First question," I said, snapping my focus back, "are you employed?"

He blinked at me for a second, almost in disbelief, before laughing. It took me a moment to realize my stupidity, and my cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment.

"Oh," I mumbled, "the bagel shop."

"Yep, the bagel shop," he smiled.

"Moving on," I redirected, scratching a check mark into my notes, "what's your full name?"

"Timothée Chalamet," he nodded, "of Chalamet Bagels & CO."

I glared at his teasing remark, scratching another thing into the page in front of me. He seemed to be getting more comfortable with the space, but that just put me on edge. I couldn't room with him, that just seemed impossible. But the rent....

"Are you willing to pay half of the rent each month?" I continued.

"Are you?"

"I already am, this isn't my interview!"

He laughed again, "yes, I'm willing."

"Do you have a criminal record?"

"If I was a criminal, why would I tell you that?"

I dropped my pen on the table, and slumped my head into my hands. This was pointless, so very pointless. I wanted to just kick him out of the apartment, but at the same time, I didn't. I also wanted to punch him in the face, but at the same time, I didn't.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Fine," I snapped, giving in, "you can room here." 

His ears perked up, "I can?"

"Yeah, whatever, I just need someone to keep the house clean and to help pay the bills."

"Great," he grinned, "when can I start moving in?"

"Whenever you want."

He stood up from his chair, sticking out his hand. I stared at it for a second, a confused look on my face, but still didn't take it.

"What?" He chuckled, "did you want me to kiss you instead?"

I snatched my pen back up and tossed it at his face in spite. It was clear he was going to drive me insane from this moment forward. He caught the flying object in his hand, setting it back down with amusement.

"So," he said, "[y/n]."

I looked up at him, a frown on my face, "what?"

"That's your name."

"Yeah, it is."

He ran a hand through his hair, moving the stray parts out of the way. Even though I was highly annoyed with him, I couldn't help but feel a tug of attraction in my stomach. He might have been an overly comfortable prick, but he was... handsome.

"Well, then, [y/n]," he smiled, "guess I finally caught your name."