Wasn't My Plan (Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine - Excuses, Mistakes and Cereal

"Nothing." I said in a high-pitched sound, still showing my back to him.
I don't know why didn't I just turned around and face him - and the consequences.

I could feel his look burning into the back of my torso. He cleared his throat. "Please, come here."

I tried to loosen my tense jaw as I turned around and look him in the eyes.
I walked back to my bed and sat down. He sat up too, so now we were in a face-to-face level.

"What happened last night," he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up again. "was...wonderful for me, but it wasn't right."
I gulped and nodded silently.
"It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. I take full responsibility. And I should feel guilty about it, but I don't feel like I did something wrong. Cause like I said..." the last words of his sentence floated in the air between us, he didn't finished it.

"It was good for me too." I said under my breath, staring at my lap.

"Really?" he asked and I looked at him. "That's great, I was worried that it may wasn't good for you or I forced you into something you didn't want to." he seemed to be relieved.

"No." was my only response.

"Then, umm, could we discuss this later, after a cup of something that has coffeine in it?" he smiled.

"Sounds good to me." I stuck my tongue at him and stood up.

I stretched my arm towards Jimmy, who was still sitting in the bed and raised an eyebrow at him questioningly when he hesitated.

"I think I'll need my boxers." he chuckled.

"Oh. Yeah, I forgot." I muttered awkwardly and bent down to get his underclothing from the floor. "I'll be at the kitchen." and I threw the boxer at him.

On my way to the kitchen, I stepped inside the bathroom to make my face more likely to a human's. I brushed my hair and tied it up into a messy bun, washed my face, and brushed my teeth, which felt refreshing. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and noticed that Jimmy's shirt just barely hide my "intimate" part, so I looked around in the bathroom and when I found my yogashorts, I slipped into them.

When I reached my final destination, I pulled up the shutters. The sunshine infiltrated from outside, lighting up the whole kitchen and the dining table. I walked over to the living room and did the same thing. The sunlight felt warm and soothing on my skin. I opened some of the windows, took a deep breath and headed back to the kitchen.

I pushed some buttons on the coffee machine and let the magic happen. I leaned onto the kitchen counter, and - with all my energy - pulled myself up, so I was sitting in-between the microwave and the coffee machine.

While I waited for the second coffee to be done, I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose to keep myself awake.
"What am I doing?" I sighed mentally.

When I heard the coffee was ready, I  opened my eyes and saw Jimmy staring at me with a little smile on his lips.

He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants.
I smiled at the view in front of me and crossed my arms.

"How may I help you, Mr. Fallon?" I pulled the edges of my mouth into a self-satisfied grin as I looked into his calm, dark brown eyes.
"You may serve my breakfast. I'm starving and you are a really trashy servant, even though my expectations are low." he said with a feigned british accent and stuck his tongue out at me.

I couldn't hold my laughter anymore. I stretched out and jumped down from the counter.

"Well," I started and pointed at the shelf. "I have cereal or cereal. You choose."