Stay (Jimmy Fallon Fanfic)

Ch. 1

"Stay."

It is funny how that word stops me dead in my tracks. I turn around.

"Jimmy, you know I'm not a dog. I don't have to stay."

"Yet you did anyways." He smirks.

True. I know when he says that word I am going to see the dark side Jimmy. That is why I stop, and he knows it too.

He gets up from his desk and walks towards me. My heart is beating a mile a minute. He rests his hand on my hip. His dark brown eyes burn a hole through my blue ones. He lowers his mouth to my ear.

"I just wanted to tell you I'll see you tomorrow Sam."

"See you tomorrow Jimmy."

He smirks and returns to his desk. I stand still, not moving. I watch him as he sits down. He's perfect: every movement, every expression. I want him to be mine.

"Sam, you can go now."

But he's married....

I open the door and exit. My thoughts taking over my brain.

...

"Colton, I just don't know what to do," I plop down on my bed. "He's just so breath taking and amazing."

"Sam, calm down." Colton, my older brother, says. Even though he's four years older than me, we are still close. Whenever I need something, he's the first person I go to.

I take a deep breath.

"It's okay to have feelings for someone. Even if they're married, it's fine. The only thing is, you can't show those feelings around that person."

"But what if they're showing some feelings towards me." I say.

He raises an eyebrow. "Jimmy Fallon is showing feelings for you?"

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm ugly?" I stand up and playfully punch his arm.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I meant, he has a wife and kids, and he's showing feelings for you. That's kind of cheating."

"I know, Colton. I know."

He shakes his head. "Well let's go get something to eat, shall we."

...

I honestly don't even know what restraunt we are at. It's decorated beautifully, and very fancy. Almost everything is white and red.

"Colton, you didn't have to do this." I say looking around.

"You deserve it, sis." He says.

A waitress leads us to a table. I swear I see the back of a head that looks all to familiar. Jimmy? No, I'm imagining things. I shake off the thought, and sit down with Colton.

"I already know something you will like." Colton says pointing to something on my menu.

"Raviolli? What am I, five?" I joke.

"Trust me, it's good."

After we order, Colton and I chat about different things: work, life, sports. A little bit of everything.

About 20 minutes later, our food arrives. Mine looks amazing. I take a bite, and it is.

"Hey, I'm gonna use the bathroom." Colton says halfway through his spaghetti.

"Okay."

I check my phone and take a few more bites of my raviolli. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"The raviolli is amazing here, isn't it."

I recognize that voice. I dream about it all the time. I spin around in my chair.

"Jimmy. What are you doing here?"

"Ah, just here with Nancy. It's our date night. But I saw you walk in with that guy-"

"My brother." I interrupt. I don't want him thinking I have a boyfriend. Which I don't.

"Your brother. And I was just waiting for him to walk away." He has a huge smile.

"Why?" I ask.

"Well, I want to show you something."

"Okay?"

He holds out his hand. Why is he doing that? His wife is here.

"Jimmy, your wife is here. I'm not holding your hand." Even though I really want to.

"Well then follow me." He says.

I follow him through the crowded restraunt. We walk outside and around the side of the building. It's an alley. He turns around a corner.

As I turn, he grabs me. What the heck?

"Jimmy-"

He presses his soft lips onto mine. It feels exactly how I have dreamed. I expect him to pull away fast, but he doesn't. His fingers run up and down my back, finally resting on my hips.

His tongue finds its way into my mouth. Is this really happening? Yes it is. I'm kissing Jimmy Fallon.

He pulls back and turns to walk away.

"See ya tomorrow Sam."

I'm left standing there speechless. I collect myself and walk back in to Colton.

"Where were you?" He asks.

"Just wanted to get some fresh air."

I spot Jimmy across the restraunt. He kisses his wife's cheek and sits down. My stomach turns.

"Can we go now?" I ask.

"But you haven't finished your raviolli." He says.

"I'm not hungry anymore."

He pays the waitress and takes me home.