Jared Gilmore Imagines

Kitchen Heights | J.G.

Synopsis: Jared is taller than the reader.

Y/N

I woke up to the typical sun shining on my face. I looked at the body beside me, smiling when I saw Jared sleeping with a small smile on his face.

Looking at my other side, I saw the clock that read: "9:30 A.M." So, I passed my legs until they were touching the floor (A/N: Don't know if that made any sense. Lets just go with it.)
I stood up and began walking to the bathroom where I refreshened myself.

After that, I walked back to my bed and went to grab my phone from the table beside it. I glanced at Jared, one last time. A smile forming in my lips when I pecked his forehead.

I was now at the kitchen, preparing some food for the both of us for when Jared wakes up.

In about fifteen minutes, everything was done. All I had left to do now, was plate it. I let the food rest for a bit on the pan and walked to the dining table where I fixed it for us.

I walked back towards the cooking area, realizing that I needed to get a bowl from far up.

I tried everything to reach it, climbing the counters, using a stool, jumping, everything you could think of. Yet, I still failed.

I was on top of the counter, on my tip toes and my arm extended to its maximum. This time, I was really close to grabbing it, so close. Until, I heard a voice behind me, scaring the crap
out of me, making me almost fall down from
the large marble surface.

"Do you need any help?" I turned around and saw a recently awoken Jared, trying to cover up his laughing.

"No. I don't need you. I'll do it myself." I said while turning around once more.

After a few more attempts, I sat down on the counter to take a moment to calm myself down and relax for a bit.

For the last time, I tried reaching for what I needed. I jumped a little when I felt someone, probably Jared, lifting me off and placing me on the counter, right next to the sink.

I turned my head to the side, just to look at Jared reaching forward and grabbing the kitchen bowl from the top shelf with no problem.

I rolled my eyes at this and then saw him put the food inside and bring it to the table. Later on, sitting down and serving some on his plate, signaling me to join him.

With my arms crossed in front of my chest, I hopped off the counter and walked up to the opposite chair.

Just like him, I placed some food on mine and we began eating what I prepared about an hour ago.

"Y/N, I think it's time to talk about something serious." he said with a frown on his face.

At his expression, my stomach fell. Nerves overpowering every other emotion I was feeling seconds ago.

"You're too short." he continued, now with a smirk on his face, holding his fork on his right hand.

"Oh shut up and eat."

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Author's Note: Comment some ideas cause I seriously have no idea what to write next. By the time you read this, I'll probably be tubing so that'll be pretty fun.

Hope you liked this one, although it's kinda short.