Pool Girl
RPF
Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader
Pairings: None Yet
Warnings: None
Word Count: 991
Ch. 1 “Fill In”
She grunted then made a disgusted facial expression as she pulled the gunk -from the stopped-up pool filter. She wiped her sweaty forehead with her forearm as she pulled another clump of whatever this green gunk is. The water started flowing freely again and she stood disposing of the contents in a bin. She finished the cleaning of the pool in the backyard of the fancy house in Beverly Hills.
Y/N climbed back into the truck on the side of the road with a huff and pulled out the clipboard, looking for the next house. 2908 Seacrest. She looked back at the address on the road where she was currently parked. 2907 Seacrest. Looking around she saw the gate across the street that read 2908. “Well, that was easy.” She said to herself, tossing the clipboard down on the seat. Grabbing the pool orders she crossed the street and walked up the entryway. Carefully she typed in the code to the back gate, and it clicked, letting herself in.
Timothee walked into his house, tossing his keys on the counter, going to the fridge, pulling out a battle of water. Mid gulp he noticed movement in his backyard. Walking closer to the door he saw a young woman in what looked like high school gym shorts, rolled up, and a bright yellow tank top, slouched down at his pool.
He opened his back door and started towards the pool. “Hey! Can I help you?”
The girl looked up at him, staying crouched down, measuring something. “Yeah, are your parents around?”
“‘Scuse me?” He stops in front of her. “Who are you and how did you get in my backyard?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Oh!” Y/N stood. “I used the code on the order.” She looked at the papers she had with her. “Is-” She flipped the paper. “Mr. Chalamet here?”
“I’m Mr. Chalamet.”
“No, I mean Timothee Chalamet. Your father. I have some pool stuff I need to talk to him about.”
“I am Timothee.”
Y/N gave a subtle eye roll. “Look, kid, is your mom or dad around or not? If not I can just leave them a form of what is needed. I really don’t have time to play this back and forth with you right now.”
“Where’s Sal? The guy that usually does the pool?” Timothee asks as the girl gets out a notebook and starts writing.
“Sal is away on personal business. I am his niece, I’m filling in for him for the next few weeks.” Y/N tells him, continuing to write, not looking up at him.
“What’s wrong with the pool?”
“That balance is off. So, either the chemicals haven't been put in like they should be, you aren’t keeping the filter cleaned, or someone pissed your pool a bunch of times.” She squats down and picks up the tiny tubes, looks over them and then stands back up. “Here you go.” She rips out a piece of paper. “Give that to your parents. It explains what to get and what to do.”
“Mr. Chalamet?” A voice calls from the back door as Y/N and Timothee both look back at him. “I need you to sign this and I’ll be on my way.”
Timothee grabs the pen and folder containing a document. He smiles at the man. “Jerry, I told you, don’t call me Mr. Chalamet, Tim is fine.” He signs his name in scribbles and hands the folder back to the man. “I’ll see you later, man.” He slaps the man’s arm as the man walks back through the big house. Timothee looked back at her. “So, what else needs to be done with the pool?”
“Uh, you’re using the wrong chemicals in it and it will get green if you don’t change it to this.” She gestures to the paper she handed him.
“Got it.” He nods. “That week Sal was gone, I couldn’t remember what to get. Usually he would take care of it all. I appreciate it.” He held up the paper.
“Well, I’m slammed right now catching up from the two and a half weeks of no one running this. But, If you are unsure, I can come back in a few days and check up. Make sure it’s all good.”
“Do I need to make sure my parents are home for that visit?” He smirks. “Because I’ll need to know ahead of time.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “They live in New York.”
“Ha- ha!” She gave another eyeroll. “Do they know you give a hard time for the workers that come around?”
“They have an idea of the kid they raised.” He grinned.
“Uh- huh.” Y/N nodded with obvious sarcasm. “You can find all of these things and the new filters at the hardware store. “ She explains as she gathers her work items. “Put that chemical into the pool tonight and stay out of the pool unless you want chemical burns on your junk. I’ll be back in two days.”
“Morning or afternoon?” He asks with a grin he was trying to hide. “So my parents can be here.”
“No idea. Depends who is on the list. Just know it will be within the next 48 hours.”
“Will do.” He opens the back gate for her. “Do you need any help bringing that to the truck?”
“Nah, I got it, thanks.” She shut the gate and walked down the path.
Timothee watched her as she tossed the items into the back of the truck and climbed into the jacked up white Chevrolet. He couldn’t stop the playful smirk on his lips as he watched her write on a clipboard then toss it to the side before driving away. As he walked back to his house he looked down at the paper, seeing her name on the top. He smirked again. “See you in 48 hours, Y/N.”