The Laughing Touch (Jimmy Fallon Fanfic)

Chapter 10

It's been a week since Jimmy and I made it official. We also haven't told anyone yet. We may not for a few weeks, to see how things go. I honestly feel we've been falling more in love with each other as the days go by. But sadly, this past week we haven't spent much time together.

Hiatus got pushed forward to this week, someone has a wedding to go to on Wednesday, so Jimmy switched the weeks. Which I'm kinda happy about. All last week I had God awful cramps. All week! He would've dumped me for how bitchy I was if we spent all of last week together. They just wouldn't go away!

Hopefully this week we can just chill and do nothing. Or go out for a little vacation, either way I'm fine. I miss him that's for sure! We saw each other Tuesday night for maybe an hour. But tonight's Thursday and that only means one thing! Double taping! He's off tomorrow and the show isn't planning any rehearsals for future episodes.

As I sit on his couch, in front of his TV, eating his Lay's potato chips, and drinking his beer. I wait for my cute boyfriend to come home.

"Gary, excited to see daddy?!" I ask in a pitchy voice at the blonde pup beside me. "Yeah?!" Her ears go up and tail wags a mile a minute. "Want a chip?" I pass one over. "Your little crunches are too cute, babe."

The front door unlocks and I bolt for his office. "Uh.. Hello?" Jimmy's voice is deep and confused. "Spencer?" The door closes and locks. "Hey, baby girl! Where's Penn?" Gary dances around. "You don't know?" He laughs. I sneak my way into the semi empty closet. "We're you eating chips and drinking beer? You're not of age yet! Gary Frick Fallon, you're in trouble, little girl. You do smell like vanilla.. Come on, Lassie, let's go find our lady." I hear keys drop on the table and shoes hit the wall.

My heart beats faster and faster with each footstep Jimmy takes. He's goes into his room. Now his bathroom. I don't know how I know which room he's in. I just do. I slightly open the sliding door and step out into the dark room. He's hardly ever in here. It's more of a mail and junk room. And yet it's extremely well organized for belonging to a boy. Especially for a boy who sometimes only in his apartment to sleep and get ready for work the next day.

I hear those footsteps again. They go into the kitchen and pause. Now they're heading into this room. I take one giant step back and hide in the closet again. Jimmy's at the dark oak desk laying mail on top. He opens a bill, a phone bill, and drops it before checking his phone at the email he just got.

"Rroooarrr!" I jump on his back. Holding on like a koala.

"Fucking christ.." He lets out a breath. "You could warn me next time, you brat!" He squeezes my calves.

I drop my head on his shoulder and laugh. Grabbing my hands before I slide off him. "I'm so sorry! Jimmy!!" I screech.

"You're in trouble.." He awkwardly pats my butt. "Just so you know, baby."

"I don't wanna be trouble.." I kiss his smooth neck. "Baby.." I kiss it again.

"Too late." I hear him smile.

I freeze for a second. "What are you gonna do?"

"Make you ticklish and tickle you to death. Nothing more and nothing less."

"I don't like that.."

"I know." He kisses my hand. "I love you, Spencer Grace!"

I'll tease him. "Mhmm.."

"Hey!" He squeezes my calves again.

"No!" I laugh in his neck and force my body up his back. "I love you too!" I shout. "Ahh!" I bite his shoulder.