"living with your best friend seems like the greatest opportunity in the world...until feelings get in the way."
//FULLER HOUSE//
//SEASONS 1-5//
//JACKSON FULLER X OC//
//YEP, 1ST PERSON//
at some point:
#1 Fuller House
#1 Jackson Fuller
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The best friend duo walked downstairs as Jackson had just finished putting on his football uniform, and was now somehow hungry, as a result.
Surprisingly, Jackson had made the football team. Not that Farrah wasn't excited for him, but it just wasn't expected.
"Hey, sports fans, gotta carbo-load before practice. Coach's orders." Jackson said, heading towards the food
Farrah shrugged and followed him, "And I'm just really hungry."
"Oh. Why are you dressed up like a football player?" Dj asked, seizing up Jackson's new look
"Because I tried out for them team, and guess what? I made it!" Jackson said, bouncing around, "Ta-da! I mean Boo ya!"
Dj looked to Farrah for guidance, but the blonde girl unknowingly ignored her gaze, too busy staring at Jackson. Jackson went to high five everyone, as Dj turned to the girl, "You're drooling a little, hun."
Farrah went beat red, "What?"
"I'm just kidding. But you are a little obvious." She winked, "But don't worry. I don't really think Jackson is clever enough to catch on."
Farrah slowly nodded, hating how many residents in the Fuller household were catching on, and turned around to see Jackson flirting with Lola, "You're right about that."
"So, Lola, I guess you'll be cheering for me in the old griddle iron?" Jackson asked, leaning against the counter
"I think the term is 'Gridiron." Farrah corrected, sitting down at the table with a bowl of strawberries she took from the fridge.
Jackson glared at the girl, who then raised her hands in surrender, before turning away from their conversation to enjoy her snack.
"Whatevs. Just as long as you're cheering for me from the balcony." He continued, turning back to Lola
"You mean the stands?" She asked, holding in her laughter
"Whatevs." He sighed, still trying to act cool
"Jackson," Dj called, waving him over, "Why didn't you tell me about wanting to play football?"
"Because you'd get all freaked out and then pretend it's fine." He said
"And then yell at him for it... and then for some reason yell at me to?" Farrah defended
"I wouldn't get all freaked out." Dj argued, "And I only yell at you because you're supposed to stop him from doing dumb stuff."
"I'm lazy." The blonde girl argued, pointing her strawberry at her
"Ok, but why wouldn't you ask me for... Oh, I see what I did there." She nodded
"Don't worry, mom. I'll see you after rehearsal. I mean practice." He said, putting on his helmet and doing stupid football moves out of the kitchen.
Farrah got her bag and bowl of strawberries, moving to follow him out.
