Remember Me - (A Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction)

Broken

Heather's POV:
Saturday comes and I'm so fucking nervous. My hands won't stop sweating and it's only 6:00 P.M. I start getting ready and hop in the shower. I wash my hair and then lean at the end of the tub. I swear I can feel him on me, breathing on my lips as he is pressed up against me getting extremely hard. I force myself to move back under the stream and finish washing. I pick out a simple little black dress and black high heels. I put on the key Jimmy gave me, it's the only thing I have of his and I refuse to go without it. I cake on my makeup, it's so hard for me to feel pretty nowadays. He knocks on my door at exactly 8:00 P.M. I check in the mirror before I leave. I don't even trust myself anymore, I second guess myself on everything. I go to open the door and look through the peep hole first just to make sure it's him. I open the door and greet him with a smile, not my real smile but a smile. He hugs me and I suffocate in his smell. He puts his hand on my lower back and leads me towards a cab outside. He opens the car door for me and pushes on my back a little harder than necessary and I climb in. He asks how my day has been and I tell him that it was good. He talks about his day and how awful it was and I don't say anything. He seems to enjoy listening to himself talk. We arrive at the restaurant and it's a steak place. We walk in and they take us too our seats. He sits down first and then I sit and the waiter takes our drinks order. He gets a beer and I get a water. Then he talks about how much he loves this place and how they have the best beer here. He continues on and I zone out to mine and Jimmy's first date. How he gave me the key to his heart and how we shared our first kiss . . . god I miss him. "Heather," I hear Dan say. "Wha, What?," I say whilst coming back to reality. "And you'll be having ma'am?," I know it's at least the second time he's asked. "I'll have the, um, garden salad with ranch dressing," I reply quietly. I don't even make eye contact. I can't even force myself to make eye contact. A few minutes of silence. "So . . . what's your story?", he asks. Shit, fake it and make it believable. I somehow manage eye contact and say, "I'm not very interesting, I have lived here all of my life, my parents live in Florida, and I'm an only child." Not bad I think I'll just fake the rest of my date. "He replys, "that's cool I personally grew up about a mile out of New York City and My mom and dad still live in my first house and I'm an only child, growing up I . . .," he continued on for at least an hour and I pretended to listen and care. I smiled and managed eye contact. Faking is so much easier. You don't have to worry about them not liking you, you just adjust yourself to them. We finish eating and the bill comes, he goes to get his wallet. He starts acting frantic, he sucks at acting, and says, "It seems that I left my wallet at home. Can you pay? It's a one time thing I swear." "Sure," I say whilst smiling, "no problem." I pay and we leave. We leave and he asks me to come to his apartment and I decline so he hails a cab and leans in for a kiss goodbye. Fake it, I give him a peck on the lips and he seems rather pleased. He jesters to the car and I get in thankful it's over.

Jimmy's POV:
I graduated a year ago and I'm in college. It's not that hard plus I get all the ladies and I get shit faced which is always fun. It helps me forget this empty feeling inside. I'm actually popular but I don't see any of my friends sticking with me. God, I feel so alone. Where's my goddamn whiskey?! Fuck it's empty!! I throw it against the wall. Time to call Rob for another fake ID. Grabs phone and starts dialing. Ring . . . Ring . . . Ri "Hello?," I heard rob answer clearly stoned. "Hey man, I need more poison, can you hook me up?," I ask hoping he already made me one while he wasn't stoned. "Yeah man, come on over. I always have extras on hand for my regulars," I heard him say and cough. I get up and leave my dorm room, turn right, and walk three doors down. I walk in without knocking. He says, "here you go man. Have fum." "Thanks," I say monotone. "Hey man, are you alright?," he asks actually concerned. "I will be," I reply and leave quickly. I get to the alcohol store as quickly as I can and I buy 7 whiskey bottles, 4 vodka bottles, and 12, 12 packs of beer. I go back to my dorm and down three cans of beer. I still feel empty. I grab a bottle of whiskey and down half the bottle. Ahhh, it kicks in and I go out to find a girl to fuck. Aha. Target spotted. I walk over to a dumb blonde girl and within 10 minutes she leads me back to her dorm. 10 minutes later and we're laying side by side breathing heavily. "Well." I brake the silence, "I'll see you around," and I get up, get dressed, and leave rather quickly. I get back and I drink some more whiskey. I lay on my stomach and wait to drift off to my dreams, the only place where I can be happy.