Clandestine || J. Garoppolo

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hi I'm stressing out and it's summer and I shouldn't be effected by people this much :))))

I really care about this guy and he's becoming really popular and it's v v annoying cause I've always been there for him and supported him and now everyone just thinks he's the greatest thing and I'm just v salty about it cause it's like I don't exist and hey look at that I'm still pissed off

And what makes it worse is that I'm really head over heels for him but there literally isn't a snowball's chance in hell of us ever happening and I'm sorry I'm just v v salty about everything

So ignore my bitching and instead just read this because no one cares :)))

I don't care either :)))

hope you had a better day than I did cause so far my day has been pretty fuckin bad

Enjoy
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Thursday went by slowly, much to Hazel's dismay. Work was a drag, per usual, and she did consider quitting. Thursday went by normally for Jimmy, although he was absolutely dreading Friday. Friday couldn't get here quickly enough for Haz. Jimmy, on the other hand, could wait. He didn't want Hazel going out with Logan, but he wasn't going to stop her, either.

"Jimmy!" Haz groaned, running into the living room with her hair in a towel.

"What?" Jimmy rolled his eyes.

"WHAT DO I WEAR?" she frantically shouted. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides. Hazel looked absolutely gorgeous. She had dark eyeliner and dark eyeshadow, along with mascara. She looked stunning, even in that old zip-up sweatshirt and sweats.

"Just wear...I don't know," he laughed. "You're gonna look gorgeous no matter what you wear, so just wear whatever."

"You're obligated to say that," she groaned again, pacing the living room.

"Shut up. I'm not obligated to say it. Now think. Where are you going?" he asked.

"Marliave," she sighed. "Jimmy, I literally have no idea what to wear!"

Just as she said that, her phone buzzed. It was Logan.

*hi Hazel 😄 I'll be there in about ten minutes*

She texted back almost immediately.

*alright !!! see you then*

"HE'S GONNA BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES!" she groaned.

"Alright. Okay. So Marliave. Think. It's a four star Italian restaurant in Boston, one of the food capitals of the world. How about that...that white dress with the pleated skirt and the black lace at the bottom?" he suggested.

"You think?" she asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Yes. You'll look great," he sighed. She could almost kiss him. She ran over to the couch and wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you, Garoppolo," she gushed. She grinned and kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled. Haz ran back into the bedroom and into the closet. She went into the back, grabbing the white dress. Then she grabbed a pair of white flats and shut her bedroom door behind her. Hazel pulled the dress up over her body and smoothed it out. Then she zipped in up behind her, and she slipped her flats on. She put her hair in a loose bun and looked in the mirror. She felt good. And when she stepped into the living room, Jimmy's jaw dropped.

"You look absolutely stunning," he practically whispered. She was so damn gorgeous. So. Damn. Gorgeous.

"Thanks," she blushed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean...should...should I keep my hair up or down?" she sighed.