Beautiful Secrets

Chapter 3

I slowly opened my eyes. I felt terrible, my stomach killed and my body felt weak. I suddenly realized I wasn't in my room. I looked up and saw a body next to me. Dark, messy, brown hair and delicate white skin. He was still asleep. Who is that? I wondered. Oh god, that's terrible, I can't even remember. I sat up and then quickly lay back down because I had no shirt on. Crap. I looked around the room. It must be his apartment. The walls were white except for some photos of him with some woman and a baby. I looked at the floor and saw my clothes. Uh oh. I looked back at the man who lay next to me then slowly reached down to grab some clothes. I then realized I still had on my underwear. Well, that's good. As I picked up a random shirt on the ground suddenly the body moved. He woke up. "Oh god" I gasped. He put his fingers through his messy hair and squinted. He looked at me and then buried his face in his hands. "Shit" he whispered. "Shit, shit, shit, shit" he moaned. "Are you......Jimmy?" I asked as his name came to my memory. He smiled at me and sighed. "Yeah. Yeah I am and this is terrible" he said as he looked at me. I bit my lip and felt embarrassed. He yawned and got his phone from his night stand. I awkwardly grabbed the shirt and slipped it on. "Oh shit! It's 7:30! I'm gonna be late!" He suddenly said. He got out of bed and rushed to his bathroom. I looked around and then got up. I could feel him staring at me as I picked up my clothes. "Do you need anything?" I asked as I raised and eyebrow. He laughed and smiled at me. "No, it's just.....you're not 21 are you?" He asked. My face turned red and I turned around and looked at him. "That's none of your business" I snapped. He laughed and slipped on a some nice slacks. As I slipped on a shirt I realized it wasn't mine. It was a little big on me. It said "Late Night with Jimmy Fallon" on it in black letters. Oh shit, is this guy Jimmy Fallon? "Uhhh are you Jimmy Fallon?" I asked. He appeared at the doorway of the bathroom and smiled. "Uh yeah, that's me" he said. "Wow, that's great" I said sarcastically as I pulled on the shirt over my head. "Ha yeah" he laughed. I looked around for my dress and found it under a blanket. "I have to get to sch- I mean work" I quickly corrected myself. He walked out of the bathroom this time, fully dressed with a tie and everything. "Wow, you look nice" I said and giggled. "Ya, Ya I try" he said and smiled at me. "Whatever" I replied. I walked over to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "You're married aren't you?" I whispered in his ear. He looked down and bit his lip. "That's none of your business" he said and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and gathered my things. "Do you mind if I borrow some sweats or shorts?" I asked as I realized I had no pants on. "Oh yeah, bottom drawer" he said as he gathered his things and pointed to a big white drawer in his giant closet. I slowly walked over to it and opened the bottom drawer. I grabbed the first pair of sweats I saw and slid them on. They were dark grey and said "New York" on the right leg. "I gotta go, um bye Stevie" he said and then left. I looked around and then grabbed my things and left.