The Laughing Touch (Jimmy Fallon Fanfic)

Chapter 42

I find myself hitting snooze a few times before I actually get up for the day. It's late October and today's the day! Today's the day. Today is the day.. I open one eye and look outside, it's overcast and breezy. The autumn scent from the wall plug-in whiffs around the bedroom once the heat kicks on.

A little grey and white blob flies to the big bay window. Rory sits on her cat tower and watches the fall leaves rustle in the wind. I roll out of bed slowly and stretch before filling her bowl with some breakfast. She follows me to the couch where I wrap myself up in a fluffy blanket and plop down. I watch people across the street run in the rain, a couple dancing, a little boy splashing in a puddle with his mom behind laughing.

My cheek is rubbed by Rory's fuzzy face. She's an affectionate one and I love that. My life's pretty lonely nowadays and with her around, my days are brighter. I shake her favorite little mouse, the bell inside gets her attention before I toss it to the wall and she rockets over. Batting it left to right until it's stuck under the chair and she struggles to get it.

On my way out, I stop at the counter and turn some music on. Giving Rory some company while I'm gone for a few hours. "Mommy loves you." I kiss her face and scratch her chin. "Don't let any boys in." I pause as she kisses my hand. "Thank you." I walk out the door and lock it behind. Now to head to the place where I never thought in a million years I would return to. I often avoid it and the street when I'm out with friends or shopping. I'm the idiot on why but still..

The last thing I remember from that night, was slamming Jimmy's front door. I grabbed my purse, laptop, and Rory and just left. I never went back for anything else.. Everything I brought into that apartment when I first moved in happily, I banished there. I had quit NBC that winter, seeing Jimmy and hearing his voice everywhere I went in Rockefeller was too hard for me.

I had never truly forgotten him, forgave him, yes. Never forgot everything he did for me. Everything little I love you gift. Countless hours of cuddling and watching TV. Little trips we'd take. Warm bubble baths at night while music circled around us. His scent and kisses. His muscular arms wrapped around my thin body and his damn forehead kisses. I hate myself for leaving him.

I hate myself for what I did.. Just walked out on him. Told him he was a complete fuck for coming home at 5 am drunk, smelling like a girl. Again.. Days after that night, I found out he was telling me the true. He hadn't done anything. Fans were just taking pictures with him, I forget that he's famous, a everyday celebrity because to me he isn't. Higgins was there that night with him, they were there for Steve's birthday. I just couldn't face him after that. We only lasted two years.. Which is good but I wish we were together still.. Gah, I hate myself. I had told mom and dad that we broke it off smoothly. Jimmy never came out and said what happened and I appreciate his respect, or maybe he was scared dad would've actually attacked him.. Because my father almost did.

5 years since our breakup, I'm still working in the writing field. I got my job back at GQ. Marc said he was waiting for me to return and I'm always welcome back home to the family. Though today, Jimmy is on the cover again. Since our other writer is on vacation, I have to interview him.

Walking up to the same office door I had walked up to years ago, my hands shake. My legs feel like lead and I swear I could throw up any minute now. Huh.. Just like last time. Memories fill my head. Our first time in this office on his couch. Our lunch break naps and late night dinners when we both had so much to do for the next day.

My knuckles tap his dark oak door. I hear footsteps and then the knob turn. The door slightly opens before I see his famous suede shoes. They were alway my favorite. "H-hey.." His jaw drops. Apparently no one told him this time.

He still looks 32. "Surprise!" I show him my laptop. "Peter, the one who was suppose to interview you is on vacation."

"Wow.." He runs his hand over his mouth.