unlikely // jeff winger x reader

pt. 6

after studying y/n and jeff walked back to his car.

"so um, this might be awkward but could you maybe come over again so i can fit the costume for you? not only that but i need a ride home so." y/n shrugged and smiled.

"i can drive and maybe you could convince me to stay ;)." he said.

"gross." y/n said with a small smile creeping on her lips. "so when does this fair start?"

"i just got a personal text from the dean," jeff started. "he says 6:30 on the quad. he also says to 'wear my nicest colonial clothes' like i had some to begin with."

"well, youll have a basic version of an american revolutionary war coat. you have any khakis?" y/n asked while crouching into the car.

"yes, we can pick those up and then go to your place?" jeff suggested.

"youll also need a white button up shirt." y/n said. "but yeah good idea, i would love to see your place too." she gave another small smile and a nervous laugh.

"alright we only have about an hour twenty to be ready. better get going." jeff said while staring at the steering wheel. "yes, alright, lets go."

he pulled out of the parking lot and you were on your way.

time skip

at jeffs apartment building you walked closely beside him not wanting to get lost even though jeff wasnt walking that fast.

"so uh, which door is yours?" y/n asked quietly.

"this one." jeff said as he stopped abruptly, y/n bumping into his back.

"oh sorry." she said.

jeff opened the door to a showhome-looking room. it wasnt very inviting but it was nice.

"okay, go grab your clothes and we gotta get back to my place. we have.... an hour till the fair. thats not a lot of time to make a jacket. go quick." y/n said looking at her watch.

"calm down, youre starting to sound like annie." he said with a smirk walking into the back room.

(author pov)

you looked around the prestine apartment to be met with virtually nothing. the walls had nearly blank canvases and no interest at all. all that caught your eye were 3 bottles of very expensive looking whiskey.

"alright i got my clothes, lets head out." jeff said looking down at his phone.

"who ya texting?" you asked cheerfully.

"nobody." he said, and stuck his phone in his back pocket.

back to the car you went.

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