The Late-Night Host And I

Fourteen

Leigh

I woke up like someone's hitting my head. Gosh, did I really ask Jimmy to marry me? No, it was a dream. A ridiculous dream. "That's a dream." I laughed to myself. Wait, where am I? Whose house is this?

I reached for my bag and left the room. I need to leave this house right now. I saw Jimmy and his kids having breakfast. Shit. I'm in Jimmy's apartment in the city.

I walked quietly to the door. "Pixton." I bit my lip. He noticed me sneaking out. I hate him so much. 

"Are you trying to sneak out?" I faked a smile and turned around to look at him. "No! I was just you know, looking for the bathroom." I chuckled nervously. "Who would think that is the way for the bathroom?" He said pointing at the door which leads to my freedom.

"Okay. You got me." He held my arm and lead me to his study room. "Are you really sure about you marrying me?" I closed my eyes and realized, it was fucking true. "What? I didn't say that?" He looked at me in disgust.

"You don't remember?" How am I supposed to remember when I'm drunk? "My goodness. That's good then, I'm the only who knew what you did disgusting." He placed his hand on his face and he slowly placed it on his head and ruffled his hair.

"I did... Something disgusting?" I stuttered. He nodded. My jaw dropped from seeing him nod. "You threw up on me, that's all." I sighed and buried my face in my hands. Why did I do that? Why in front of him? Why did I even meet this man?

"You're coming with me at the gala later. Don't let the kids see you." He picked up his briefcase and left. Man, what I supposed to do now?

I sat on his office chair and waited. I heard the door open and I quickly hid behind the desk. Classic Leigh. "Justin!" I heard a woman yell. I heard Justin laugh and he ran to hide behind Jimmy's desk. "Oh." Justin covered my mouth and he placed a finger on his lips. 

The door closed and we stood up. "Justin, why are you skipping school?" He looked at me. "Why are you here?" What a kid. "I was just visiting your father. I'm about to go." He held my hand. "No! Don't leave!" I removed his hand slowly fro grabbing my hand. "You need to go to school."

"The bus is already gone." I nodded. "Yeah, right." I mumbled. "What shall we do?" I asked him. 

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Jimmy

Marrying? She must be joking. Yeah. She should be. 

But many people say true things when they're drunk? I don't know. She could just joke about it. 

"Sir. Your schedule is like, so packed today." Derek said. I laughed loudly. "Is there any problem, sir?" I shook my head no. 

I'm so stressed of all this stuff. "Jimmy." Higgins entered my office. "Sup." Derek walked out of the door.

"The ratings increased because of your and your girlfriend! When can we meet her?" I smiled faintly. "Ah! She's busy with work so... I think she can't come." I started fidgeting the button of my long sleeve shirt.

"How about the gala? Is she coming?" I nodded. "Oh! That's great man! Hoping to see her!" He stood up and left the office.

I closed my eyes and started cursing in my head. How long do I need to pretend? "Jimmy, do you need anything?" Victoria asked. "Get a gown for Pixton and after the taping, we need to go back to my apartment and pick her up."

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Leigh

"Leigh, what else can I do on paper?" He handed me a piece of paper, "Let's see." I recall the different kinds of origami I learned. " A paper frog!" He nodded and smiled.

I started folding the paper to make a paper frog. "Done!" I pressed the center fold to make it jump. "It's awesome! Thanks." He grinned and made the paper frog jump.

I stood up and walked in Jimmy's bedroom. Yes, we are in Jimmy's bedroom. We sneaked out from his office to get here. It's weird that he also has an office here, a mini one.

I looked at the bed, imagining him reading a book. He looks fine there.

I looked at his desk, imagining him working. He looks fine also.

I saw his cabinet beside me. I opened it and saw his underwear. Yes, boxer briefs. I'm glad he doesn't wear those triangular ones.

I looked at his bathroom, imagining him fixing his hair. I smiled to myself. I felt my cheeks warming up.

"What are you doing there?" I was surprised by Justin. "I was just, umm. Looking at your father's bedroom." Looking and imagining him. Shit. Stop it Pixton.

"I'm hungry." He frowned. "Let's go out of this bedroom." I sat on the edge of the bed. He shook his head no.

"Ah! You're hungry for this." I tightly hugged him. "Whenever I'm hungry, my dad hugs me tightly like this." I ran my hands to his fluffy hair. "It will make my hunger go away." I pulled out of the hug. "Still hungry?" I asked him. "Yes."

"I just hugged you! You're full!" I started tickling him. He laughed loudly as he tried to avoid my hands to tickle him.

We stopped what we're doing when the door openes. "Justin! I'm looking for you!" I think it's their nanny. "Oh. Who is this?" I looked down to avoid her eyes. "It's dada's chick." I looked at Justin who was smiling ear to ear.

I covered his mouth and shook my head. "His father doesn't allow anyone on this room, even his children." Oh, no. This is a big trouble if he'll know.

"Goodbye then." I waved at Justin and walked out of the door. "Leigh!" As I closed door, I could hear him crying loudly.