Big Brother Imagines

fessie [bb20]

"girl you look cute today," bayleigh comments on my outfit i walk by her heading to the kitchen. "thanks," i give her a smile as i look down at my outfit; jean shorts, a pair of birkenstocks and one of fessie's chattanooga football t-shirts.

he hates it when i steal his clothing so it's honestly an invitation to wear them more.

i stroll into the storage room to grab some bacon and eggs and some herbs and head into the kitchen. i chop up the bacon into small pieces and i crack two eggs into the cast iron skillet and throw some herbs in for taste. after a couple minutes on the stove, the sizzle of the bacon can be heard and the smell wafts through the air.

i start to hear rather large footsteps coming down the hall, "hey y/n, could you make me some of whatever you're making?" from his large demeanor and his footsteps it was pretty obvious that it was fessie. "how much?" i ask without turning my back to my food, "give me like fiveish eggs," damn that boy can eat. "okay," i respond casually and go in and head into the storage room.

i swing open the fridge door and grab the carton of eggs. as i'm closing the door i feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "thank you," fessie murmurs into my ear. "mhmm," i respond casually, closing the door.

i start to take his arms off of my body, and then he gives me a puzzled look. "are you wearing my shirt?" he inquires. "maybe," i respond innocently and try to walk out of the storage room, produce in hand. "did i tell you that you could wear my clothing?" he cocks an eyebrow at me, "no," i say innocently, "but can i please go and make this food? the stuff on the stove is going to burn," i continue. he gives me the look as to say that i can go.

i head back over to the stove and finish cooking my breakfast, along with fessies'. "breakfast is ready!" i shout across over to the living room where he is. "do you even know how to play football?" he questions gesturing to my shirt, or i should rather say his shirt.

dr: i don't know about you guys, but guys shirts are soo comfortable. i mean it doesn't hurt that they have fessie's scent on it either and anything oversized is great, i look away from the camera

"of course i know how to play football!" i retort back "have you not just seen that my home team (the eagles) just won the last super bowl? you should've seen the riots in philly," he scoffs. "it's worse than i thought," he looks dismal. "i'm," he says pointing to himself, "am going to give you," he points at me, "a crash course in football 101," he starts to head out to the storage room to grab a football. "meat me in the backyard in five," he instructs.

i head back to my room to quick throw my hair up in a high pony tail and put on some deodorant, i mean we all know that i only sparkle, but you can never be too safe.

i head out into the backyard to see that fessie has one of his numerous football shirts on and a football in his hands. i gotta admit, he does look pretty attractive.

"alright, step one, you gotta trust me," he smiles and i look at him a little funny, "what do you mean by that?" i ask still confused and he walks up to me. "fall backwards," he tells me, "wha-?" i question, "just do it, i promise i'll catch you," i put all my weight on the balls of my feel and slowly fall backwards, and right into his arms.

"see? i told you that i would catch you," he insists. we do this exercise a couple more times till both of us are confident in ourselves.

"alright, step two, actually throwing the football," he holds the football out to me and i take it in my rather small hands. he jogs back a few meters and then turns around into a stance where he could catch the ball, "alright throw it to me," he commanded.

"i promise you that you're not going to be too impressed with anything i do," i chided myself, "what do you mean? i'm impressed with anything you do," he responds coolly. i don't know if it's just me or if this backyard had just gotten ten degrees warmer in the past thirty seconds.