" Hey." I felt two arms wrap around my waist and a head rest on my shoulder. I smirked and playfully elbowed Jimmy in the ribs. " oof!"
" Haha hey what's up?" I smiled, turning around in his arms. he had a pitiful pout on his lip. " no." I poked his stomach, earning a soft giggle." no pouting." I smiled up at him.
"Well," he sighed, pulling my waist slightly closer. i smoothed out his collar and brushed the wrinkles out of his shirt." I was wondering...." He trailed off.
" Yes?" I snickered and poked his nose.
" Do you uh... wanna go be white girls?" He smiled a big goofy grin. I pretended to think for a moment then looked him dead in the eyes.
" Yass, bitch." I said in my best white girl voice. he giggled and scooped me up bridal style. "WOAH!" I giggled, burying my head into his shoulder as he pressed the down button for the elevator.
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" Sit." Jimmy giggled, pulling out a barstool for me upon entering Starbucks.
" Oh Lord." I giggled, poking his chest. he smiled and peered over his sunglasses at me. I smiled and looked down at my phone. I thought he had walked away so I let myself zone out.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall figure moving very close to me. I flinched and turned, putting my arm up in defense.
"Woah calm down!" Jimmy giggled, coming into focus. I placed my hand in my chest and took a deep breath.
" You scared..... the SHIT..... out of me." I said, gasping. he pouted and looked at me with his chocolate brown eyes.
" I just wanted a kissy." he said in a childish voice. I giggled and placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down into a short and sweet kiss. he smiled down at me and I blushed.
" Now I'll just go get some coffee." he poked my nose." boop!"
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" One Salted Caramel Frappe, at your service." Jimmy smiled, placing a frappe cup in front of me.
" Thank you, sir." I giggled, dipping some whipped cream off the top of the lid. " yum." I smiled, tasting it.
" Oh you got some.." he reached out towards my face. he slowly recoiled his hand and leaned forward, planting a peck on my lips. I felt his tongue run along my lip, tasting the excess cream. I giggled and lightly shoved him back.
" Stop it, yah freak." I smiled, blushing. He smirked and plopped down next to me.
" Yeah but you liked it." he said, a tang of cockiness in his voice. I gasped and shoved him sideways. " hey hey hey! Watch it, Pal!" He laughed, leaning on me. I took a sip of my coffee and raised my eyebrow at him. He wiggled his eyebrows and giggled.
"You're just too much." I giggled and laid my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I felt his arm loop around my back and rest on my hip and the other hand on my thigh. I sighed and smiled to myself.
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" So where to?" Jimmy asked, sliding into his seat and starting the car.
" What?" I asked, zoning back in.
"You know where good places to go here are, and I dont. so, where to?" He smiled pulling out of the parking lot. An idea came to mind. I grabbed my phone and typed in an address on the GPS.
"Drive." I giggled.
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The Assistant : Jimmy Fallon fanfic (under editing)
FanfictionRachel Striker applies for a job as James Thomas Fallon's assistant at The Tonight Show. Will their relationship blossom into more than just boss and worker?