C'EST LA FÊTE DE TROP !

one could say that andré is a little surprised to see georgina standing at his doorstep. the closeness of their relationship allows for each other to just show up to the other’s apartment unannounced but still, there’s something about her, the look in her eyes, maybe? that startles him. she seems upset, he now realizes. “are you okay?” he asks in a low whisper.

“camp buddy!” andré yells excitedly as he makes his way over to pip, wrapping his arms around her for a quick hug. maybe he has had a little too much to drink and maybe it’s a little obvious. but the ambience of the club has him all hyped up and his dear friend just did one hell a dj set. “you were amazing, lemme tell you, amazing!”

andré once read somewhere that even in a big city like new york, you were always meant to bump into someone at least once. but when that someone is your best friend’s brother, once sort of turns into “more often than you’d like.” andré tries his best to give marley a kind smile when he sees him right outside the redd’s apartment, but he knows it probably looks more like a scowl. he really wishes emery would just answer his damn phone already. “hey,” he starts, slowly. “is your brother home?”

andré takes a moment to gaze at his best friend. “okay meuf, you look hot,” he tells her. they are all ready to attend an oscars viewing party in one of nyc’s most exclusive rooftop bars. andré can’t deny he quite enjoys this side of the film industry and with mia by his side, he is sure they’ll be getting tons of attention at the party. “should i be prepared for you to leave me for the hottest guy you find there?”

[ text to kota ]: hey, i’m already here.

andré hits send and sits comfortably in the grass, enjoying the rare february sun. going by gossip girl’s latest blast, he imagines dakota is not having the best of times lately. so he’s come prepared with a cute little picnic to cheer them up. he’s got everything, from the nicest rosé he could find, to the best french macaroons in new york city. it’s all a bit french themed, but he hopes they won’t mind.

andré is too inside his head to notice he’s about to bump into someone. memories of back home and plans for his next short film are filling his mind when his reverie is interrupted by another body crashing against his. “oh, i am so sorry,” he whispers in a thick french accent. as he looks up, he realizes it’s no other but jinhee herself and the memories from last christmas come flowing through his mind. she really is the last person he was expecting to see. “salut, long time no see,” he tells her awkwardly, raising his eyebrows.

there’s a smile on andré’s lips as he looks over at lena. “thank you for coming with me,” he tells her as they walk out of the cinema. as a good filmophile, he made sure to watch every single oscar nominated film before the ceremony. and that polish black and white film was the last one in his list. “what did you think of it? promise next time i’ll let you choose the movie.”

“Feels like forever since I’ve had a good night out, especially with all of the preparation for my brother’s wedding, I don’t think I’ve had a chance to do anything at all. If I hear my brother’s fiancee say she’s changed her mind on the color arrangements one more time, I’m going to make sure there’s a funeral instead of a wedding. I love the girl, but she’s making us all go cuckoo bananas. Least I bulldozed my way into being the flower girl.”

andré raises his eyebrows in amusement as he lets the other let it all out. “leave the girl alone! how often do you get to spend millions on stupid shit like wedding arrangements? i bet it’s fun. stressful, but fun. now, on to the important matters. can i be the flower girl with you? i’d love to be a flower girl.”

.･:*:･ﾟ’ ( twenty-two year old cis male andré truffaut) was made in (paris, france) and attended (le lycée dorian, in france). he resides in new york, and are currently (studying film at tisch). they are (la nouvelle vague, an odd sleeping schedule, rainy days and the myth of icarus). onlookers say they resemble maxence danet-fauvel.