Give Me Love

Chapter 2

Jimmy dangled his keys in his hand, looking for the key to his apartment. As I waited for the door to open, I looked around the hallway. It looked nice out here, I wondered what the inside was like. He opened the door to his apartment. I honestly never saw anything like it. The walls were all white, decorated with cool memorabilia. He sat his keys on the counter, took his shoes off, and entered the kitchen. He got comfortable immediately. I stood near the door, waiting for him to speak to me. I didn’t want to just go and have a seat on his couch, or any of his furniture rather. After he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, he turned around and noticed me.

“You okay? Have a seat, pal.” He grabbed more things from the fridge.

“Is it possible that I can take a quick shower?” I asked.

He nodded. “Of course, the bathroom’s down that hall to your left. There’s towels and stuff in the cabinet in there.”

“Thank you.” I walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. His bathroom was huge. There was a tub on the left of the room and the shower was on the right. This was pretty sweet. I got in the shower and immediately felt like myself again. It was hard sleeping out in the middle of Manhattan for weeks. I felt filthy, and I probably looked it. The water trickled everywhere, and it was the most refreshing thing. I’ll never take a shower for granted, ever.

“Hey, Andie?” Jimmy knocked.

“Yeah?” I poked my head out of the shower curtain.

“I’m leaving you some clothes to put on, in case you wanna change. Um, it’s just a shirt and some shorts. My wife left them here and it’s yours. They’re on the floor.”

“Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem. I’m gonna order a pizza, you like pizza?”

I giggled at how nice and sweet he was being. “I do.”

“Okay, well.. I’m gonna go now. Now literally go but, I’ll be out here. Not outside the door, but. Yeah.” He shut the door back and I bursted into laughter.

After my shower, I stepped out of the shower and changed into the clothes he gave me. I looked in the mirror and tried my best to towel dry my hair. I looked into the mirror and smiled. I felt like me again, and not some worthless dirty person. I stared at myself in the mirror a little longer and got excited.

“I’m in Jimmy Fallon’s apartment.” I said to myself, looking at my surroundings once more.

“I’m in his bathroom, I took a shower in his shower.” I pinched myself before taking deep breaths. God knows how much I adored him, and literally I just woke up and realized where the fuck I was.

“You’re gonna go out there, and you’re gonna be normal. Calm, cool, and collective. You’re gonna eat pizza and just sit. Be cool.” I breathed out before opening the door and walking back out into the living room.

“Hey Andie, how you holding up pal?” Jimmy asked, scooting over on the couch with a glass of water in his hand.

“I’m alright.” I nodded.

“Well here, sit down. You must be exhausted.”

“Yeah.. I am.” I sat my distance away from him on the couch and looked down again.

“I’m happy to hear it. My home is your home. Mi casa es su casa.” He laughed to himself. I giggled slightly.

“Thank you so much, you honestly did not have to do this. I don’t want to impose.”

“Oh no, don’t be silly! But, I do want to know where your name came about. It’s a very pretty name, but it sounds like a story. I sorta like stories.” He looked at me. I grew a little nervous.

“My mom was sort of obsessed with the movie, Pretty in Pink. She was still in her early 20s when she had me, so she wasn’t thinking straight. She named me after the main character of that movie.”

He laughed a little before smiling. “Wow, but that’s a great movie. And a great character, so there isn’t much to complain about.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“And you’re a student?”

“Was.” I sighed. “My financial aid got all messed up, so I couldn’t go back.”

“Man, everything’s so messed up.”

“Tell me about it.”

He smiled and was about to say something, before a knock on the door interrupted him. I did turn to see who it was, I just quietly sat there staring at the television. He returned with a box of pizza and sat it in between us.

“Knock yourself out, I bought 2 boxes.”

“Thanks.” I smiled before grabbing a slice and taking the first glorious bite. I needed the address to whatever pizza shop this was.

There was nothing but silence as both me and Jimmy devoured 2 slices of pizza.

“So, Andie from Pretty in Pink.” He turned to me after wiping his mouth.

“Yeah?”

“What was your major while you were in college?” He asked.

“It used to be political science.. but it was creative writing.”

“Is it?” His eyebrow raised. I nodded. “That’s awesome. Why’d you change it though?”

The memories came back right then. I was dating my ex-boyfriend and I met him in our intro to Political Science class. We dated up until my sophomore year at Boston College. He wanted to have sex, but I was studying for a test the next day, and I was really stressed. So he started yelling and yelling, we screamed back and forth until he slapped me. He hovered over top of me and forcefully had his way with me. I left the school that weekend, and moved back to New York with my parents. I took a semester off but went right back in at NYU. I made no friends there, mainly because I was scared too. I commuted, so I lived at home with my parents. I didn’t want anymore memories of that bastard, so I switched my major to creative writing. Something I had always loved, but not a lot of women have careers out of it.

“Uh.. I just wanted to.” I stuttered, realizing my right wrist was out in the open, so I covered it with my other hand.

“Oh come on, political science to creative writing? That’s a huge leap!” Jimmy egged me on. My lip began quivering, my chest heaving, and my throat hurt. I starting crying. I soon felt his hand rub my back in a circular motion.

“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it. We don’t have to talk about anything anymore. We can just sit here if you want.”

I wiped my eyes with my hand.

“Or do you want to be alone?”

I nodded.

“Okay, pal. You can crash right here, I’ll go get the blankets and stuff.” He got up quickly and I turned to the side to continue crying. I didn’t hear footsteps, so he still must have been behind the couch.

“Hey, take my room. The guest room just got finished renovations, so the walls are wet, and the bed isn’t in there. But take my bed, I’ll crash here.”

I turned around and shook my head. “I’m fine here, really. You don’t have to do that.”

“I insist. Go on, I’ll sleep here.”

I sighed and stood up. “Thank you so much, I’ll repay you someday.”

“It’s all good, pal. No worries. Please get some good rest. Three doors down.”

“I will.” I gave a slight wave and walked past the bathroom and past a couple more doors until I came across his room. It was obvious. It was wide open. The first thing I noticed was a huge glass case, holding his Grammy, a few Emmys, and a few other various ones. I crawled into the huge, soft bed. I stayed up for a while, trying to process this all. I was in Jimmy Fallon’s apartment, in his bed. Then I remembered how I just cried like a child in front of him. Unbelievable. I hoped he didn’t see these. I pulled my arm out from under the sheet and stared. I’m such a mess.