Best Night, Best Smile (Jimmy Fallon fan fiction)

Ch. 1: Small Day into Mall Day

*Click * PREHEAT 375° "Lucy! Are you excited? We are gonna have some food!" She started frantically sniffing as she did jumps in the air. The jumps of excitement hardly looked like jumps. Her tail was causing the whole lower half of her little chaweenie body to move. She is such a good dog. I normally don't care for small dogs but she is the best dog in the world. Now I know that everyone thinks their dog is the best dog ever but my dog is pretty cool. I just can't believe how smart she is. She can recognize words. I say "Outside" she will run to the door and start doing her little wiggle-jump. If I say "Bath" or "get your nails done", (taking her to get her claws trimmed) she will run under a chair to hide. That's not exactly her idea of fun. She doesn't shake either. You don't know how glad I am that she isn't one of those dogs. She never shakes, unless there is a thunderstorm or if she is in the middle of getting a bath. She never barks, unless she spots a squirrel in the yard. She never grouls, unless we are playing tug-a-war. I just fell in love with her cute little face when I saw her outside Pet Smart. She was the only female and I had never had a female dog in my life aside from my dog gracie who died a few years ago. She was more of my dad's dog. I wanted Lucy so badly I paid for her myself at the age of twelve. I still completely take care of her and pay for everything she needs. Although I take care of her she is pretty much just the family dog. "LuLu girl! Are you ready for some food?" She looked at me and her ears perked up and then she continued to wiggle and jump. "Oh I know sugar! I'm excited too!" I sailed pass the dog/princess and made my way back into my bedroom and started folding clothes as I jammed out to "All or Nothing at All" by Frank Sinatra. I love being at home by myself to do stuff like this. My mom is running errands and my Dad and brother are out to a movie or something. I can't believe how many pairs of pajama pants I own. I walked back up to the kitchen to see if the oven was done preheating. It was. I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled a Red Baron, single serving, deep dish pepperoni pizza out of the frezzer. I put it on a cookie sheet and into the oven. BAKE. I went back to my bedroom again, kissing Lucys head as I walked past her sitting on the couch. I need to get all my winter clothes and- *Bing* "I just got a message! Wonder who it's from!" I sang. I walked over to my phone on the bed. It was my best friend since the womb, James. "Hey! What's up? Do you have any plans for today?" Haha. Yeah. Me. Of all people. I definitely have all kinds of plans on a saterday afternoon. Hahaha. Silly, silly boy. "Nope. Just doing some laundry. What's up with you?" *Bing* "Want to go to the mall with me?" Did you notice that he totally skipped over my question? "Uhhhhhh. Sure. When?" *Bing* "Now." Ugh. Just when I start being productive. "Ok." I'll just finish putting away this basket of clothes and then- *Ding Dong* Oh my gosh. Hardy har har. He just thinks he is soooooo amusing, doesn't he? Are you kidding me? Dude. I am not ready to have company over. I am in socks, a tank top, and a pair of pajama pants from my collection. I opened the front door and greeted him with a disapproving glare. He had a sly grin on his face. "What?" I said to him. "Hahaha! You know what! Come on let's go to the mall. I want some Dip-N-Dots." He said and proceeded to walk into my house. I just stood there staring at him with a disapproving glare. He stood there with the same sly grin on his face looking back at me. Within moments he burst into laughter. Regaining his seriousness he said "Go. Get ready and do your woman things. We're wasting daylight!" I was already laughing. Woman things? What? That's hilarious. He knows I'm not actually mad at him over him just showing up out of nowhere. I'm fine with it because it's him. I'm just giving him a hard time. It's not working because he knows I'm just giving him a hard time. He kind of hugs me as he pushes me down the hallway to the bathroom. Giving me one final shove he says "There. Run along now. Do whatever girls do to get ready for events." And closed the bathroom door. I love the way he talks. It's so funny. Events. Haha. We are going to the mall! He continued walking and went into my room and sat on my bed. (I could hear him.) Then he most likely started playing with objects on my bedside table. It didn't take me very long to get ready. I don't think it did anyways. I tried to be quick but by now he is probably bored to tears, running his phone battery down, snooping around, or has accidentally broken something. It took me about thirty minutes but I did my hair, makeup, and brushed my teeth. I was still in my lounge wear. I walked into my bedroom and to my pleasant surprise he was peacefully sitting on my bed concentrating on my globe he got me for my birthday. Maybe he feels guilty for showing up unexpectedly and just walking in. He probably does. He is very sweet believe it or not. He looked up and saw me. "Pop Quiz kid! What is the capital of Germany?" "Berlin, right?" I said as I sat down on the bed next to him." "Yeah. What is the capital of Kazakhstan?" "Oh come on! That's not a real place!" "No, it is! Right under Russia. What's it's capital?" "Ugh. I don't know." I said as I got up and walked over to my closet. "It's Astana." "Oh yeah I remember learning that never." He laughed. Looking into my closet I said, "I don't have anything to wear." Suddenly James got really loud. "Oh my gooooshhhhh! Why do girls always say that? Look at this!" He said stepping up to the closet with me. "Look at all this!" He said swiping through hangers. "You have like twenty-five hundred shirts in here of all different kinds and you have fifty or sixty pairs of jeans hanging up right here! What do you mean you have nothing to wear?" He exaggerates a lot. A habit the both of us need to breck. "Ok man. No need to be so literal." I said sarcastically. "What girls mean when they say that is just that there isn't very many things clean, there is nothing they want to wear, or there is nothing suitable for whatever they are going to. Most of the time it's a combination of those things. Like if you're going to a dance, and you- "Stormi, stormi, no offense but I don't really care that much to go through an explanation of it and it still makes no sense." "Maybe because you didn't let me finish!" "Maybe because I don't care enough to put all that energy into attempting to comprehend the ways of a female!" There's that amusing way he talks again. I hear the timer on the oven go off. "How about you put together an outfit for me while I go retrieve my food." "What? You didn't say anything about food. I want food." "Well, the amount you get is dependent on the quality of the outfit you create." "Are you kidding me right now? I can hardly put together a decent outfit for myself. I'm not familiar with your clothes. I don't ..." I could no longer hear him. The distance from my bedroom to the kitchen was too great to still be able to hear him. I turned off the timer and took out the pizza. I got us each a Capri Sun, you know, like two seniors in high school do. I figured we would eat at the food court anyways so we can split the pizza. I tossed the pizza onto a plate and grabbed our Capri Suns then walked back to my room. This time Lucy followed me. Something tells me she wants me to split the pizza into thirds. She pounced on my leg every two steps in excitement. James had a couple T-shirts and a pair of jeans out on my bed. "That's all you got?" I walked over to my closet and started to look more throughly. "I'm a guy!" "Sexist!" "Oh come on!" "Haha! Just kidding. Just kidding." I found a cute shirt I got at a garage sale last spring. "OW!" "Yeah, so James, when something has just finished being cooked, normally it remains hot for the next few minutes." "Shut up. I thought it had cooled enough! Here I am trying to be fun and take my buddy to the mall and look what she does! She goes and injures me!" "Oh yeah. Totally." "GUILTY!" I laughed. I grabbed the shirt and the jeans James had put out and went to the bathroom to change. When I got back I thought it was about time I get a bite or two of pizza but there was no pizza to to be found. None left. Explain to me how that's humanly possible. He had not started on it when I left to change and when I got back he is finishing chewing the last bite. How? "Ok, or I could not take a bite of pizza. That's fine too." "Sorry babe." I still don't understand. I would have thought that even if he was really extremely hungry, like hadn't eaten in a day, he would at least save me a fourth of the pizza just to be courteous even if I had made it specifically for him. That is just his nature. That was kind of a douche move. I sat down on the floor and started to put on my shoes. "Oh yeah! Stormi! I have a present for you!" Huh? What is happening? "Huh?" He smiled and pulled a plate of pizza out from behind his back. "Ta daaaa!" "Wow. Bravo! Bravo!" So I guess I grabbed two paper plates instead of one when I got the pizza and he had the plate with crumbs on it out on display to fool me. "You really think I would be that cruel to my BFUWGMTWAMAWAGOTAHHOOWTH? "Dare I ask?" He raised his eyebrows up and down at me with a big smile across his face. "Ugh. What does that stand for James?" "Best friend until we get married then we are man and wife and grow old together and hold hands on our way to heaven." "Dang. I would be incapable of thinking out all those letters and then flawlessly reciting them. I'm impressed." "I know, right? I'm talented like that." James said. We got in his truck and made our way to the mall.