We pulled into the small gravel driveway and I sipped my leftover lemonade from Six Flags. I hopped out once Jimmy put the car in park. A little grey cat with a fat smooshed up face trotted over to me. His ear was torn up from past fights, but he was my baby; no matter how gruff he looked. I scooped him up into my arms.
" Hey Grey Boy!" I scratched his chin and sat him down. I heard the gravel crunch as Jimmy walked up behind me. He placed his hand on my hip and we walked inside.
" Hey baby girl?" He turned to look at me.
"Mhmm?" I sipped my lemonade.
" I'm gonna go pack... flights leaving in the morning." he smiled and walked back to the room, leaving me in mine.
•••••( flash forward to the next day because I have writers block and I'm sorry)•••••
"Bye momma." I wrapped my arms around my mother, keeping my tears in check. I pulled away and saw her eyes watering too.
"Bye baby." She smiled and kissed my cheek. "have a safe trip back."
"Yes ma'am," I smiled and hopped into the car.
••••••••(on the plane)••••••••
"Jim-Jimmy-james." I said in a stern voice as Jimmy kept opening up the tray and letting it fall into place over his lap repeatedly. "James Thomas Fallon."
" Yyeeesss?" He said in a giggly and sarcastic voice. I raised my eyebrows at him as he secured the tray into place.
Then, just to spite me, he locked eyes with me, raised one eyebrow, and placed his hand over the latch holding the tray.
"Jimmy, I swear to God." I mumbled in the most intimidating voice I could muster. He made a 'whatcha-gonna-do-about-it' face. I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes at him.
He undid the latch, maintaining eye contact with me, and the tray came falling into position. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him extremely close to my face.
" James. Thomas. Fallon." I growled,"you will obey me."
He smirked and big his lip, staring into my eyes. "Damn that was hot."
"JAMES."
"WOah! Yes ma'am." he giggled and latched the tray closed.
"Thank you." I smiled to myself. As the turbulence calmed down, I leaned over and laid my head on Jimmy's shoulder. he ran his fingers through my hair and hissed my forehead.
"Go to sleep baby girl. I'll wake you up before turbulence." I nodded and put my headphones in.
I fell asleep to Twenty One Pilots's 'Kitchen Sink'.
••••••••(finally home)••••••••
"SHIT!"
"Woah you okay babe?!" I called towards the sound of crashing and cursing.
I turned the corner to see Jimmy laying on a pile of travel bags and spilled clothing with an extremely hyper Larry attacked him with kisses. Jimmy was giggling and half-heartedly shoving the dog away.
" Babe?" I giggled, leaning in the doorway. " need any help?"
"Nah." he giggled, now hugging the squirmy dog close."I'm good."
I shook my head smiling and walked over to the mess. I began picking up clothing and playing them in the bags. After I finally picked up all the mess and returned the bags to the room, I stood in the hallway watching Jimmy wrestle with his dog.
"Jimmy." I tried to cover my giggle. He had Larry in a type of headlock, and the dog was squirming for her life. It was quite hysterical.
Jimmy snapped his head up and looked at me. His hair was messy, and his cheeks were slightly red, but he had the most adorable smile etched onto his face.
"Yes?" He smiled a crooked smile and released his dog, who jumped back and sunk into a playful attack position.
"Help me finish unpacking?" I smirked at him as a few hair flopped down into his face.
" Oh... what do you mean by... Unpack?" He winked and stood up, brushing himself off. I rolled my eyes at him.
" I mean unpack," I smiled, adding sarcasm," in the most innocent of ways. Stop thinking with your second head, James." I giggled as I walked away.
I could hear him sigh, then say something to Larry. "Women, Eh?" I giggled.
'He's such an idiot.' I smiled.
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A/N
Okay
So I've had terrible writers block, so apologies for this shitty chapter .-.Anyways, I love you guys!
Keep commenting and voting and reading and all that good stuff?Bye! :)
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The Assistant : Jimmy Fallon fanfic (under editing)
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