The Assistant : Jimmy Fallon fanfic (under editing)

Chapter 3

I sat behind my desk that was placed right beside Mr. Fallon's and shifted in the stiff chair. I put the palm of my hand to my forehead as I filed his documents of past shows, placing the heavy paper filled bins into the file cabinets after each bin was complete.

"Time for round 2." I mumbled as I pulled out another bin and a large stack of papers.

" Hey Rach!" Jimmy stepped into his office, buttoning his grey blazer and straightening his crimson red tie.

" Mr. Fallon?" I spun around in my chair to face him with a respectful smile on my lips.

" How do I look?" he smiled and pulled his blazer down a bit, spinning in a circle like a ballerina.

" Great as always Mr. Fallon." I chuckled and stood up, stretching.

" You ready for the show?" he messed with the putting on his jacket absentmindedly. I always found that attractive; whenever men did that.

" Like hell." I muttered under my breath. I heard a low chuckle escape his lips.

" Well you better be ready in..." He glanced down at his watch. "30 minutes." He laughed and walked towards me.

" Y-you heard that... I'm sorry I just-"

" Have stage fright?" He finished my sentence for me and smiled to himself.

"Well..." I pushed a stray hair out of my face and shrugged.

"Let's get you into makeup!" He laughed and grabbed my arm, making me jump.

" No no no." I tried to pull against him but he got behind me and put his soft yet calloused hands on my waist, pushing me forwards. This bit of aggression causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

" Mr. Fallon, I can't." I turned around and placed my hands on his broad shoulders, pushing him back with the small amount of upper body strength I had.

" C'mon it's fun!" He smiled and dragged me to a vanity inside a small dressing room about 10 yards from a recognizable giant blue curtain.

"She needs to be ready in time. don't let her get away." He laughed at the woman who was to put my makeup on. He then turned oh his heels and made his way to his dressing room.

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I sat in front of the backstage vanity and clutched the desk. My makeup was gorgeous and so was the dress they pulled out for me since I didn't have one with me. It reached down to my knees and was a soft teal color that perfectly clashed with my pale skin. I took a deep, shaky breath as I heard Jimmy end the monologue.

A tall man in all black walked up to me. "You're on in 5." He then walked away quickly.

"Great." I sighed and glared at myself in the mirror.

Jimmy's POV

"I would like to introduce our first guest, my new assistant, Rachel Striker!" The packed room cheered and I turned to face the curtain. I sat there for a moment and nothing happened. Rachel was no where to be seen. After the cheering dulled down to an awkward silence, I heard some rustling and commotion from behind the curtain.

" Umm Rachel?" I called, holding a laugh in when her voice erupted from behind the curtain with a loud "bippity-boppity-back the FUCK UP." Just then, she burst in from curtains, being hailed in by three very large men who looked very angry and one had a bruising cheek. Her face went white and she stood motionless when she realized where she was.

I stood up and started making my way up to her as applause echoed in the room. She glanced at me and shook her head slightly.

" Hey." I smiled and reached for her arm. She looked back at the crowd.

" That was nice, huh? Okay, thanks bye." She turned around sharply and basically ran through the curtain. I laughed and faced the audience. I held up my index finger and walked backstage.

Rachel's POV

I made my way backstage on my spaghetti legs, taking a deep breath. I heard footsteps getting closer to me so I spun on my heels to see Jimmy walking up to me. With every step he took towards me I took one back. An impish smile was spread across his face. I kept stumbling back until I ran into the vanity. he was now only a few steps away and I was basically sitting on the vanity table. I pushed myself onto it and scooted as far back as I could. I looked up to see him with a goofy grin.

" Let's go." he laughed, stopping I front of me. he placed his hands on the table on either side of me.

" No I can't do that." I shook my head furiously and pushed myself as far back as I could. He was entirely too close.

" Sure ya can." he winked and tried to grab my arm. I pulled it back, shaking my head some more.

" Fine." he smirked and ducked his head and lifted me onto his shoulder. I hung there helpless, pounding on his back.

" this isn't very professional!" I yelled and placed my hands on his lower back, pushing myself up. I looked in front of me to see the blue curtain. as Jimmy turned, I looked to my right to see the crowd going crazy. I flopped into his back and locked my arms around his waist.

"Hey guys this is Rachel." he laughed. he tried to set me down but my arms were locked to tightly around him.

" Let go!" he giggled and tried to pull me off his shoulder again. I still held my grip but I slipped up a bit.

" C'mon you clingy thing." he tried to throw me off again.

" No take me back!" I yelled, receiving laughter from the audience. he threw me one last time and this time I lost my grip and flew I to the chair next to his desk. I looked up to see his suit pulled up to his chest. he giggled and pulled it down.

" Say hello, Rachel." He plopped down into his seat and turned to face me.

"Hi." I squeaked and covered my red face.

" LOOK HOW PRETTY SHE IS!" he yelled and pointed at me. Everyone started laughing and I sunk farther into my seat, hoping it would swallow me. I gulped and looked over at him.

" She has stage fright." he whispered into his microphone. I glared at him.

" She doesn't like me very much." he smiled at me and pulled my hands off my face.

" No I dont." I pouted and tried to pull my hands away from him.

" My assistant, everyone!" he motioned towards me with his free hand. my face burned bright red.

"Are you shitting me..." I thought and sighed.