The Late-Night Host And I

Two

Leigh

"Good morning, Ms. Pixton." I looked up and heard the angels singing Hallelujah. "Morning, sir Brahms!" He smiled. "Nah. Call me Matthew." Oh cool. Matthew Brahms, nice name. Name of a sex god. Oops.

"Sure, Matthew. What am I going to do today?" He sat on my table, I'll just let him be there. "You are going to make a cover story about, this guy!" He said as he pointed in the picture in his hand.

The man was wearing suit and neck tie. "Who's that?" I asked him. He gave me a funny look. Cutie. "You don't know him? That's Jimmy Fallon! How come that you don't know him? He leads the ratings for 5 years." I really don't care but okay. "Are you gonna do it or nah?" He asked.

"Sure, I'll do it!" His face brightened up. Everything around me stopped and I focused on his beautiful face. He's so gorgeous. "Great. You may start today. You can do this for one month only!" He said as he left and closed the door.

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"You must be Derek?" I said looking at this tall man. "Yup. Nice to meet you, Leigh." I nodded. "So, You got connections to Jimmy Fallon, right?" 

"Yeah. What do you want me to do? After his taping, he'll go in the bar with his staff." I shrugged. "You wanna go undercover?" He smiled from ear to ear. "That's my dream Ms. Pixton! It's like an agent for the FBI. I'm really glad--"

"Get ready. You'll be a waiter." I said and he nodded.

I put my camera and stuff in my car and read more about Jimmy Fallon. His wife, Joanna, died in a car accident and he is accused of doing it. What the hell?

He has three kids: James, Niana, and Justin. That is so hard though, you have kids and they don't have their mother.

After a few hours, Derek hopped in my car wearing the undercover uniform. "Hey, that looks good!" I said. "Well, let's get going!" I stepped on the gas pedal.

We parked outside of the bar and Derek hopped out and he put on a wig. "Just listen to this earpiece. Okay?" He gave me a tiny earpiece and I put it in my ear. "You hear me?" He asked. "Yeah." I answered.

I listen to Derek being a waiter. He's so good at this, wow! "One shot of tequila please. I want Sauza 901." I heard through my earpiece. I waited Derek to speak, but he didn't. Maybe he's serving the drink. "Here you go, Mister Fallon." As I heard Derek, I quickly got my paper and pen. "Sir, is the show doing great?" I heard Derek ask, very well. "Yeah."

So, they spent an hour talking about the show. "He's leaving." Derek said and I got my camera and hid behind the bushes surrounding the bar. I saw Jimmy leaving the bar with his phone on his ear. I started taking pictures on different angles. "Hold on. I'll call you later." I continued clicking the shutter. He continues to walk to his car.

I looked at the pictures. Perfect. I looked at viewfinder, trying to find Jimmy. "Hey!" I dropped my camera. It was Jimmy Fallon. Shit.

"Paps, everywhere." He picked up my camera and looked at the pictures. "I'm going to delete these." He said pressing the delete button continuously.

He returned me the camera and I looked down, with shame. "Now take me a decent photo." I widen my eyes. I shook my head. "Well, you wanna post this on your tabloid? A decent photo will do." I nodded and took a photo of him, smiling. This guy is weird.

I looked at him and he pat my back. "Make sure that I look presentable in that tabloid tomorrow." He looked at my ID. Fuck. "Caught? That tabloid is shit. Why work for that? Goodbye and goodnight." He hopped in his car and left.

I returned to my car. "You have the pics?" Derek asked me as he saw me frown. "Nope." He got something from his pocket. It's his cellphone. "Don't worry. I have a hidden camera on my chest and it recorded everything. You could take screenshots." I squealed. "Derek, you're a lifesaver!" I hugged him.

Derek and I talked about our lives through the drive. I dropped him off at his apartment. And I'm here watching television.

Why did he allow me to take photos of him? Decent photos? What's wrong with him.

I flipped through the channels and ended up at NBC. Jimmy Fallon show was on.

He's good though, surely that makes him famous. Shame to myself, I don't know him, at all.

// Author's Note //

Jimmy was a bit drunk in this chapter.(of course, he drank Justin Timberlake's Sauza 901 😎) That makes him some sort of weird lol.

Okay. This chapter is too short. Sorry for that. Prepare for more scenes 😉

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