Bad Luck or Fate?

Chapter 6

I woke up to the sound of a phone vibrating on the nightstand. I quickly rolled over and grabbed my phone. DREW CALLING.  It was my best friend Andrea calling, but I have always called her Drew. I answered. "Hello?"  "Hey! How was the show?! Did you get to meet Jimmy?! Did you get to see Justin?! Was it amazing?! Don't leave out any details!" She practically screamed into the phone when I answered. I pulled the phone from my ears.  "Whoa, Drew. Slow your roll. I just woke up and my head is killing me. The show was awesome as ever. You watched it right?"

"You know I did. I didn't see you in the audience though. They didn't show him high fiving for very long. Then again they never do." She said. "Yeah, well, I'm partly to blame for that." I laughed.  I sat up in bed and stretched.

"What do you mean Breck?" She laughed. "Well, you know he high fives right?" I whispered, trying not to wake Jimmy. "Yeah, why?" she asked.  I stood up and walked towards the window and looked out the half opened blinds. New York was already bustling with energy and chaos. I glanced over to the night stand. 8 am.  7 am at home.  Drew was up early. Must have been excited. "Well I went to get a high five from him, and long story short, I fell down the steps. So that's why they cut away."  I laughed.

"Ohhhh myyyyy godddd.. you didn't." she was laughing uncontrollably now. "Did Jimmy see you do that?" she managed to ask between gasping for air. "Uh, yeah. He did. He actually caught me before I took a bigger tumble than I actually did." I whispered. By this time she was laughing even harder. "No way! Jimmy Fallon caught you? Well that's a story for the history books. So you did meet him? Awesome. I bet he was really cool about it." She said, trying to make me feel less embarrassed.

"Well, I kind of didn't realize it was him until I had already ripped him a new asshole for helping me." I said. "Breck, you did NOT yell at Jimmy Fallon!?" Jimmy was right, it was weird hearing someone call him by his first name all the time. "I did, Drew. You know how I get when I'm embarrassed and pissed off. In my defense, I didn't know it was him at the time. I hadn't looked at the guy yet." I said. "Oh my gosh..." Drew laughed.

"It gets better. I cut the shit out of my arm falling and when I did turn around to see who it was, I passed out." I said. Now that I was repeating this, it was actually kind of funny. "Jimmy took me to the hospital though. He was super nice. He is quite the gentleman." I said. "Oh my god! Are you okay?" Drew asked, worried.

 I looked over at the bed. He was rolled over onto his back, peacefully sleeping. The blankets had slipped down when I got up, revealing his shirt torso. I couldn't help but look. For a man who refers to himself as "doughy" and "mushy" and "fat" all the time, he was certainly the furthest thing from it. I already knew he wasn't anything to make fun of but damn. He had pecs and a six pack. He was defined in all the right places. Who knew he hid that under suits all the time.  I shook my head and laughed to myself. I could not believe this was happening still.  "Doughy my ass." I whispered under my breath.  "What?" Drew asked.

"Nothing. I'm fine Drew. Really. But, yeah, the show was awesome and everything. Jimmy made sure I was okay and then he made sure I got back to my hotel okay. He is super nice. " I said. I decided I wasn't going to disclose that I was actually staying in the same room as the man for a while to her. She would flip out on me and I really didn't want that. Plus, she doesn't know that Jimmy is divorced. No one does. I decided I would keep this our little secret. I smiled as I glanced back to the bed.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Drew yelled. I pulled the phone away from my ear. Jimmy must have heard this, because he opened his eyes and looked my way. He smiled at me and rubbed his eyes. He sat up. He must have realized that he had no shirt on, because he quickly looked down and then covered his nipples with his hands and then brought the blanket up. He looked up at me and mouthed "I'm sorry." I smiled back at him and mouthed "Its fine!" while Drew yelled into the receiver, " He took you home? That's awesome! I would die! That's awesome Breck. Im sorry you got hurt, but I'm glad you have a good story to tell about Jimmy Fallon."

"My best friend" I whispered as I covered the receiver. Jimmy mouthed "OHHHHH" and flashed me a smile. "You have no idea." I said into the phone to Drew. "I got to go though, I have to get up and ready to explore the city today." I lied. I felt bad for lying but she obviously couldn't know that Jimmy was here with me. Jimmy doesn't want anyone knowing about him and Nancy yet and she wouldn't believe that he had to watch me anyways. "Okay, Well I love ya Breck. Have fun the rest of the week. Can't wait to see you when you get back."

"I love ya too Drew. Miss you. Be good." I said as I hung up the phone. I put the phone down and turned towards Jimmy.  Jimmy was looking at his phone while keeping the blanket covering up his body. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. I stretched a little too hard and groaned. My arm was pretty tender today. I gently touched it. "If it's a little tender today, that's normal." Jimmy said. "I'm sorry for this by the way. I hope this didn't make you uncomfortable. I just usually sleep without a shirt and I guess I decided to make myself at home in the middle of the night." He looked embarrassed.

"Its fine. I think half of the male population sleeps that way anyways. Its just a chest. Its not like I haven't pretty much seen it anyways Mr. I don't wear undershirts when I play water wars. That was not the first time I have seen your nipples, Fallon." I tried to ease his embarrassment. He clearly doesn't recall cuddling with me either but I wasn't going to bring it up and embarrass him more. He laughed.

"I guess that's true. Its just not very gentlemen like to sleep half naked with a girl you just met, is all. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable though." He said. "Its fine, really. Don't worry about it. Its just a chest. Seen one you've seen them all." I laughed. "I guess so." He said. "Well, I should probably head to the studio so I can sit in on the writers meeting and decide what we are doing today. Can't run a show without me. Well, actually they can, but I prefer they don't." He chuckled as he stood up out of bed. I went to respond but when he stood up and turned towards me, the sunlight came through the window and hit him just right. As he was stretching and rubbing his eyes, I couldn't help but stare. I had to keep myself from gasping for air. He really was beautiful. He really was ripped. His hair was a messy bed hair style. He walked over to his bag and grabbed a black and green plaid shirt and some khaki shorts. He grabbed some bright green shoes out of his bag and some stripped black and green socks. I shook my head and took a breath in. "Be cool." I thought. "Don't freak out. Don't fangirl. Don't pass out." I thought to myself. He threw a towel over his back and walked towards the bed. "Excuse me, gotta grab the telly, luv." He said in his best british accent. He looked me in the eyes as he reached across me with his free hand. He leaned right in front of me and I could see the muscles by his ribs come out and tighten. I didn't even know you could have muscles there. He smelled so good.

Breathe. Think of something else. Don't flip out. Don't get weird.  I reminded myself as he grabbed his phone. I glanced at the tv. Thankfully Fever Pitch was on a loop. Lindsay and Ben were dancing dressed as the Great Gatsby guests. I focused on this instead of the half naked man leaning in front of me so I wouldn't embarrass myself. "Oh, sorry, let me get my doughball out of your way." He hopped up and walked towards the bathroom. I laughed. "You're not a doughball."  I said as he walked away. He looked over at the tv. It was the scene where he is sitting up half naked while Troy told him the Sox just won. He pointed. "I'm doughy compared to that kid." He pointed to himself on tv and walked into the bathroom.

"You aren't doughy, shut up." I laughed. I heard water running, he poked his head back out with a toothbrush in his mouth. He took the toothbrush out and said. "You shut uhhhhhp." In what I recognized as his Boston teen character, Sully. "By the way, you better get ready yourself, little lady, cause you're coming with me." He said as he closed the door and I heard the shower come on.

I got up and started to get my clothes out so I could shower next. I could not believe how this week was slowing turning from horrible to amazing in such a short amount of time. I was trying to get my clothes out and I concentrate on getting everything put together so I could tag along. I could not shake the image of him in the sunlight out of my head. I needed to snap out of it. It was Jimmy Fallon. I had no chance in hell so might as well get that out of my head. Right?

You make me weeeeeak. I wanna diiiiiie.  Jimmy was singing again. Journey. Loving, touching, squeezing. Good song choice.  

He had no idea how accurate those words were right at this moment.

Get it together Breck. I thought to myself. Soon, I heard the shower turn off. The door opened quicker than I thought. Jimmy came out with just a towel around his waist.