Big City Dreams

Pleasant Surprise

A/N: Guys, I'm so sorry for not updating in a while! I've just been really busy. I'm really going to try to update more because I think you will all really like where the story is going to go. Please leave me a comment to let me know you're enjoying! ;)
(Just a side note-- Jimmy's kids are non-existant in this story. Okay? Okay.)

*Jimmy's POV*
"Nancy, I--" I stopped mid sentence, being cut off by my very angry wife over the phone. Well, sort of wife. We're separated.

"Look. Nancy. I thought the separation would help. But clearly things between us aren't getting any better. Maybe we need to consider a divor-- what? No no no don't cry! Nance, listen, we'll talk about it when I get home okay? Okay, I lov-" I was cut off once again, this time by her hanging up the phone.

I sighed deeply, and put my head in my hands, rubbing my exhausted eyes. Each day it felt like the bags under them got heavier. I couldn't take it honestly. I mean I've known for a while that women are confusing, but Nancy is impossible. Things used to be perfect between us, but everyday it just seemed like the candle between us was slowly burning out. We can't get along anymore-- constantly fighting about things that shouldn't matter, and not to mention she's so hard to talk to. Things were just... bad. And it was making it hard to be happy at work, when I'm putting on shows-- the one thing I love to do.

Just as I reach to grab my cup of coffee-- that I hadn't even gotten to touch yet because I've been stuck on the phone arguing-- theres a knock on my office door. It never ends. I took a deep breath in.

"Come in!" I said as cheery as I could, exhaling my breath.

Once that door opened, I could not believe my eyes. Standing there, was that same adorable girl from this morning, with that same bright red blush on her cheeks. I let out a small chuckle, clasped my hands together and rested my chin on top of them. What a pleasant surprise.

"Hey Miles. Hi girl from this morning. What's goin' on?" I said, slightly amused.

"Mr. Fallon, this is Miss Gabriella Brooks, a new writer for the show." said A.D Miles, very professionally, before a puzzled look overtook his face. "You two...know each other?"

"Something like that." I replied, not taking my eyes off of Gabriella the whole time. 

She gave an awkward little wave before speaking up. "Can you believe it? I actually made it through a door without delivering myself a motivational speech."

I laughed harder than I should have at that, and Miles felt as if he was missing out on some sort of inside joke, so he walked out awkwardly, leaving with a, "Well I'll see you guys later!", shutting the door behind him.

Now it was just me sitting at my desk, and Gabriella standing by my door.

"Cute and funny. Rare combination. Why don't you come have a seat?" I said, giving her a wink.

*Gabby's POV*

I was finding it extremely hard to breathe at this point. "Cute and funny." That's twice Jimmy Fallon had called me cute in one day. Not only that, but his eye contact is making me extremely nervous. 

I took a deep breath, and walked over towards him, focusing on my feet extremely hard to make sure I didn't trip on the way there.

I internally sighed of relief when I made it safely to the chair across from him. Now there was... silence. Just us two. Staring at each other.

"Hi." I said quietly.

"Hi." He replied back, giving me a slight chuckle.

"What's so funny?" I asked him, furrowing my brow.

"Nothing, no nothing, you're just cute that's all."

THREE times Jimmy Fallon has called me cute today. I repeat THREE.

"Um alright. Thanks." That came out more awkward and cold then I meant it to. I'm just not good at 'flirting'. Ever since my last relationship... I stayed far away from dating and anything close to it. The thought of falling for someone... investing my heart into a relationship only to get it broken again...it makes me want to vomit. But what am I saying? It isn't like Jimmy's flirting with me. He's just friendly-- probably because he can sense my awkwardness and is just trying to make me feel more welcome. He's married anyways, I'm pretty sure. Plus, he's my boss. Plus plus, he's Jimmy Fallon.  I immediately shook the thought from my head.

"Anyways. Gabriella right?"

"Yeah but..you can call me Gabby if ya want. Most people do."

"Hmm.. I don't like being like most people. I'm gonna call you Gab. Is that cool pal?"

'You are certainly not like most people, Mr.Fallon' I thought to myself.

I cleared my throat a little bit before responding a small, "Yes, that's cool."

"Good." He said with a soft smile. "So Gab, how are you likin' it here? Other writers treating you well so far?"

"Well, Ethan certainly made me feel welcome." I said, wrinkling my nose in distaste.

"Oh Ethan. That guy. He's somethin else..." Jimmy said, shaking his head.

"Right? He really is," I said with a small laugh. "He doesn't seem like the type of guy that likes to give up, either..."

"Well if he gives you too much trouble let me know. I'll have to rough him up a bit," said Jimmy in a joking tone.

"Woah easy there tough guy," I replied back, earning a small chuckle from him. "I'm sure I could rough him up myself if I needed to." Jimmy raised his eyebrows and cocked his head in disbelief, but smiled at my small joke.

"Honestly though, if you need anything at all don't hesitate to knock on my door. I really look forward to seeing what ideas you have for the show." He said on a more serious note.

"Thanks Mr. Fallon, I really appreciate it. It was nice formerly meeting you." I said, and got up to shake his hand.

He got up as I did, but reached out and hugged me, to my surprise. "Mr.Fallon? That makes me feel old," He said, with a little laugh, and pulled away from me. "Call me Jimmy."

His scent was intoxicating. I think you could get high from being in close proximity to him.

"Okay, Jimmy. Ill see ya around." I said with a nervous smile and walked back to the door.

Just as I was opening it, his voice stopped me.

"Oh, and Gab?" I looked back at him. "I really look forward to getting to know you better." He said, staring intently at me.

I immediately turned my typical deep red color, and barely managed to stammer out my next few words. 

"I- uh- radical!" I said, opening the door and bolting out.

Radical? Radical? I could not believe I just said that. I shook it off, took a deep breath, and made my way back to the writers room to get my things settled. 

Radical. Jesus christ.