The Laughing Touch (Jimmy Fallon Fanfic)

Chapter 34

I'm usually not a fan of my own birthday.. I don't like the attention on me, and I can't stand when people force it. But my boyfriend being the man he is, I'm just gonna suffer through it and love every second of it. He's a sneaker and that kinda scares me. Okay, it scares me a lot.

"Spencer!!" Jimmy sings on his way into our room. Luckily my birthday fell on a Saturday this year. "Happy birthday to my beautiful baby doll!" He falls next to my body. He turns and kisses my cheek. "I love you."

I flip onto my side to face him. He smiles all sweetly. "Thank you and I love you." I kiss him.

"Your colds gone, right?" He pulls away.

I nod and shift to him. "Yes, I feel like a whole new Penn!" I let my body lay over his.

Jimmy chuckles and rests his hand on my stomach. "I liked my old Penn, but this one is just as good! Are you gonna get ready, babe?"

"Why? You don't have anything planned for me, do you?"

"I might.. I might not.."

"Ugh, James!"

Those damn giggles. "You'll just have to wait and find out, honey. My lips are zipped!" He tosses an imaginary key on the floor. This man.. "Are you gonna get up and get ready now?"

I sit and face him. "Yes, sir!" I salute.

"But!" Oh no.. "I want these on your face today.." Jimmy unfolds my glasses and pushes them on.

"No!" I whine and fall to his chest.

"Why not, babe? I sat at the eye doctor all afternoon yesterday, helping you decide which ones.. I at least get to see them."

"Fine.." I crawl backwards off our bed and head for the bathroom. I toss my glasses on the counter, ignoring them and starting a shower. Somedays I wish he didn't get up and shower right then and there.. But hey! What're gonna do?

He's watching me from the bed.. I'm applying makeup and this man is just watching me. Eyes narrow, lips pursed out, resting back on his hands. I wave. He's still. I stick my tongue out and cross my eyes. Nothing. I flash him a boob. Again, nothing. Sometimes he's just so weird and no one in the world has an explanation for it.

Turning back to the mirror, I perfect my eyeliner. Wings looks the same size and shape. I turn back to the bed. Empty. Gary's in his place. Maybe Gary was always there and I'm finally going crazy. It's bound to happen.

"Jimmy, no!" I block his hands from my face. Trapped between his body and the sink.

"Don't you wanna see?" He places the clear frames on his face. Blinking to focus some.

I pull them off and shake my head. "I'm fine without them."

"You need them.." He stands behind me and lowers them on my face. "You look so fucking cute, babe."

"I look and feel like a geek.."

He smiles and kisses my cheek. "Not even close.. Well, maybe a sexy geek. Especially if.." My boobs push up and my tank top goes down. "You do that.."