unlikely // jeff winger x reader

pt. 2

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its jeff. study group starts at 4 today, want me to pick you up?

ill be at my apartment then so yeah if you could thatd be awesome! wanna come at 3?

why so early? how far away do you live?

i was hoping we could spend some time together my address is xxxx xxxxx st

(jeff is typing)...

oh god oh god oh god hes never going to talk to me again. i just ruined it fuck.

that sounds like something i would very much enjoy 😏

oh yay! want me to make some coffee?

as long as it's straight black

wow we've got a real manly man over here 😆

i try 😁
ill come by at 3
cant wait 😉

perv 🙂

jeff is offline

ah! hes coming over! i. cant. wait. maybe he'll actually like me! no thats crazy... im justs getting in my head.

(hes such slimeball)

that cant be true.

~time skip~ 2:30

ooh! jeffs gonna be here soon! i better start that coffee.

fluff the pillows, sweep, put the dishes away (or in the dishwasher for convenience, even though it doesnt work). gotta make a good second-first impression.

(jeff pov)

what shirt will y/n like? blue button up or blue sweater?

i always keep extra shirts in my locker for times just like this. well, not just like this, but mostly things like this.

sweater.

"hey jeff!" it was annie. "wanna grab a coffee with me before study group?" she smiled brightly.

"sorry annie im already meeting with someone."

she shook her shoulders the way she does when shes either really excited or curious.
"ooh, whos the lucky lady?"

"her name is y/n, i invited her to study group today."

"oh," she looked down with a fake smile. "i didnt know you would just.... invite her."

"cmon annie dont do this... youre not any less important to me." i booped her nose.

"yeah... anyway, ill see you in the study room. bye." she waved and walked down the hall and out of sight.

i checked my watch, 2:45, better get going to y/n's. i shut my locker and pulled out my phone.

y/n

hey. im on my way now.

great! cant wait!

y/n is ofline

shit. why am i nervous, im never nervous. frankly, i cant remember the last time i was nervous at all.

the traffic light switched yellow. great. i slowed my car to a smooth halt. i thought about what i would talk about with y/n. i have to find out how old she is, thats for sure. maybe about her family, childhood?

(as her if she likes you)

no. thats the one question i will never ask. i wont. what if she said no.

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