The Late-Night Host And I

Five

Leigh

I haven't told Matthew yet that I'm going to give up this Jimmy Fallon cover story. What story should I put? That his life is so devastated but everyday he makes people smile? That is shit.

I don't want to write "Jimmy Fallon, a Careless Father" because what the fuck? You're ruining also his family.

The New York City breeze hugged me as I walked through its streets. I looked at the lights shining at every angle I looked at. It's beautiful. I wish I could take Dad here.

I stopped at 7 Eleven to get some drinks when I saw a boy crying. I sat near them so I can hear them. I recognized the man he's with. It's Paul Blake, a news reporter. "Does your daddy come home?" Paul repeatedly ask as the boy cried more. "I want more bread!" The boy shouted.

"Justin Fallon, I gave you five breads. That's enough." I'm alarmed by what I heard. Paul is trying to pry information from him. I stood up and walked near to them. "What are you doing to Justin?" I asked Paul. I think he recognized me.

"Oh. That fake reporter who asked his father if he's going to remarry. Pixton, you won't get juice here. Shoo!" Blake is my schoolmate at college and I can say is, fuck him. I wish I could just punch him in the balls.

"Leave him alone, Blake." I shouted but people won't look at us. "What are you gonna do?" He asked me. "Call the cops." Justin looked at me. His face is saying "please get me out of here" to me.

I got my cellphone and dialed 911. "Okay! I'll leave!" Blake said as he threw the chairs and walked away. "Hey, I'll walk you home." I said to Justin and I motioned my hand for him to come to me.

He walked near to me and he smiled. "Thank you!" I rubbed his head and smiled at him. "Aren't you the reporter who asked my dada if he will get us a new mama?" He's so cute! "Yeah. Why?"

"Okay. I won't tell you anything because dada told us not to talk to reporters." I laughed loudly. "No! I'm not a reporter, I'm a writer for a newspaper!" He furrowed his eyebrow. "Really?" I nodded. "Really. Now, let's get you home." He stopped walking.

"I don't want to go home." I stopped walking too. "Why?" He frowned. "Nobody cares about me. They're all busy." I shook my head. "No! They surely are looking for you right now!"

I looked at the surroundings and saw a playground. "Let's go rest first." I carried him. I didn't know kids are so heavy now. I put him on the swing and I removed my flats and sat inside the sandbox.

"Next time, don't follow strangers."

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Jimmy

"Justin!" I repeatedly shouted as I walk along the streets of New York. It's ten in the evening and supposedly he must be at home at two in the afternoon.

"Sir, maybe we can continue this tomorrow?" One cop asked. "No!" I answered. I won't lose Justin. He's one of the memories Joanna left.

We continued walking as we reached the park. I saw a child in the swing . i ran to him and he turned to face me. "Dada!" He said hugging me. "Justin, what did you do?" I pulled off from the hug.

"Someone picked me up at school and told me that you're the one who sent him." I shook my head. "You know who picks you up. It's either Merlin or me. Why did you follow him, huh?"

"He has candies." He muttered. "No! Now, I'm not allowing you to eat candies!" Someone patted my back. "Hey." A woman said. It was Pixton.

"What did you do with him?" I said pushing her to the swing's pole. "Dada! She saved me!" Justin shouted. I ignored him. "Listen, if you want an interview, kidnap me! Not my son!"

"I didn't kidnap him! And don't scold on your son! It wasn't his fault!" I let go of her and she straightened her shirt.

"Ask me what you asked him. What's my favorite color? Blue. Do I have a girlfriend? No." I breathed deeply and looked at Justin, whose face is looking down.

"Let's go home." I said to Justin and I held his hand. I thanked the cops and they left. "Thank you, stranger!" Justin said to Pixton. He waved at her and I rolled my eyes at her.

They're trying to bribe information from my kids.