Jimmy was still singing to the song when he turned the truck off as he pulled into the driveway. "Well, Home Sweet Home!" He said as he jumped out of the truck and ran over to my side. I snapped out of my day dream when he closed his door. He opened my door and offered me his hand. "Be careful, I don't want you hurting yourself getting out. I know your arm is probably really tender."
I grabbed his hand and jumped down. "Jimmy, I'm a country girl. I can make jumping out of a pick up look fancy." He laughed as I twirled around with his arm. "That you do. Come on, lets get settled inside." He let go of my hand and leaned into the truck to grab his bag and mine.
"Are you still dizzy or anything? Hows your head?" He asked as we walked into the lobby. Thankfully, no one was around except a security guard or else I feared Jimmy would be recognized in mere seconds.
"I'm really okay. I just need to take a few Tylenol and eat then hit the hay. I'm exhausted." I pressed the elevator door open, we entered, and then I pressed 20 and we were on our way.
"I know, I'm getting pretty tired myself but I am starving. I tell ya what? How about I order a pizza? My treat." He said as I opened the door to my room. I walked into the room first. I set my purse down on the little table that sat next to the door and nodded in agreement. Jimmy looked around the room and set his bag on the chair next to the window. He pulled out his phone and said "Great, I know a great little pizza place open 24 hours near here. Its literally the best pizza you will ever have." He pulled up a number and walked towards the window looking out it. "Hey Frank, whats up pal? Hey, I was wondering if you could possibly make a pie for me and have it sent to my hotel room? Oh yeah, cool! Thanks!"
I was busy taking my pjs out of my suitcase and getting out my medicine from my purse. Jimmy turned around and mouthed "Pepperoni okay?" I nodded yes. "Yeah, just do the usual. Thanks man, here's the address." Jimmy turned back around and gave the guy the address. "Cool, see ya in a bit my man." Jimmy hung up the phone and turned towards me. "It'll be here in 30. You are gonna love this pizza." He walked over towards me as I headed towards the bathroom with my pajamas. "Do you need help? Its going to be difficult to change with one arm."
I turned back around and said "I don't really change in front of strangers. I have a lot of scars and stuff, and.. well.. I barely know you Jimmy." Jimmy put up his hands and said "No, no, no. I can help you without having to see. Just trust me. I've had to help people in and out of costumes my whole career. I won't see anything I promise." He held his hand out for my pajamas and gave me a half smile. "Just trust me Breckyn."
I gave him a long look and then handed over my clothes. "Alright, Fallon, If I am going to be staying with you in the same room for a few days, I guess you get to earn my trust. Now, how do we do this?" Jimmy smiled and walked towards the door. "Just walk into the bathroom and step into the shower and close the curtain. Ill be on the other side." I did what I was told. "Now take off what you can for right now." I looked down, took off my shoes, slid my jeans down with a little effort out of my left arm. It hurt my right arm a little bit but I could do it. "ok, I have my shoes and pants off but that's all I can get one handed." I called out. Jimmy stuck his arm in but had his face pointing towards the wall. "Hand me the shoes and pants." I placed my shoes in his hand and my pants over his arm. He took his arm back out and I heard him set the clothes down. "Now, can you slip you shirt off you good arm and put it over your head to where all you have to pull out is your bad arm?" he called back out. "Yeah, I think so." I tried this. I slipped my left arm out of the sleeve and wiggled the sleeve over my head and took my head out of the shirt as well and rested it on my bandaged arm. "Ok, got it."
"Ok, I am going to reach my arm back in. I want you to guide my hand to the shirt. I'll grab a hold of it and slip it off the other arm. I won't see anything I promise. Okay?" He called back. "Yes." I said. Jimmy's arm appeared at the end of the curtain. I grabbed his hand with my good arm and placed it on the neck hole of my shirt. He grabbed a hold and pulled tight. I slipped my bad arm out with relative ease and very little pain. Jimmy took his hand out. I was now half naked in a shower with Jimmy Fallon standing on the other side of the curtain. I never imagined this happening in real life. I laughed.
"You alright? Was that painful?" He called out as I heard him put the shirt down. "I'm good. That was a lot easier than trying to change earlier. Thanks!"
"No problem! Shirt or shorts first?" Jimmy said. "Shirt." I called back. "Ok. This is where it gets tricky. I am going to hold the shirt out so you can put your arms and head through, but I am going to close my eyes so I wont see anything." Just open the curtain when ready.
"Your eyes are closed?" I said.
"Yep, cant see anything." He laughed.
I held out my hand and put up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"I don't know. Three?" he laughed.
"Close em." I said.
"Breckyn, trust me, they are closed. Im just a good guesser."
I bit my lip for a second. "Here goes nothing." I said. I flung open the curtain. Jimmy had his eyes closed and his arms out with the shirt. "Told you." He said. "yeah, yeah." I put my arms through the shirt and then put my head through. Jimmy pulled the shirt down and covered his eyes. "Shorts now." He reached blindly for them. I led him to the pants. Jimmy turned back around with his eyes shut. He held out the shorts and I placed my good arm on his shoulder for support and stepped into the shorts one leg at a time and he pulled them up. "You good?" He said with his eyes still closed.
"Yep, you can open your eyes now. Thanks for helping me. It was really nice. Thanks for being a gentleman as well." He opened his eyes and grinned. "No problem, that's just who I am. Jimmy Fallon, Gentleman." He tightened up an imaginary tie and grinned. "You clean up good. If it weren't for the bandages, you would not be able to tell you were hurt." I blushed at his comment. "Why, thank you." I chuckled. "You on the other hand, look like you were the one that got hurt." I looked at him. He was still wearing his undershirt and suit pants covered in my blood.
"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that. I guess it's my turn to change." He walked out of the bathroom in front of me and picked up his bag. He threw out a part of gym shorts, some black socks, and an white t shirt. I placed my dirty clothes in my laundry bag on the closet door and sat on the bed. Jimmy walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
I grabbed my cellphone out of my purse and checked the time. 2 am. I had a few text messages from my best friends asking how the show was. I thought about the time difference. It would be 1 am there. They might be awake but I decided to tell them all about the show and my disaster that followed tomorrow morning instead. I don't have the energy to explain anything right now anyways. A few minutes later, Jimmy walked out with his suit pants, dress shoes, socks and undershirt in his hands. "Is it okay if I put my clothes in with yours? I'll take them to the drycleaners tomorrow. I forgot my garment bag." He said as he walked out. "Yeah, sure. I can pay for the drycleaning though since its my fault there is blood on them." I said as he sat down in a chair across from the bed I was sitting on. "Nonsense. I'll cover it. I still feel bad this happened to you." He ran his hand through his hair and leaned back, stretching. I couldn't help but stare. I was so used to just seeing Jimmy on tv or in photographs. I had never seen him in sleeping clothes or even out of his suit or nice plaid shirts. I guess I was so used to the celebrity part of him. He really was very attractive and really just a normal person like everyone else. He yawned and crossed his legs. He was barefoot. I was mesmerized by him. I couldn't stop looking. He caught my eye mid yawn and smiled. "What? You never seen anyone yawn before?" he laughed.
I quickly looked away and could feel my cheeks turning hot from blushing. "No, I have. Just never expected to be in a situation like this. I mean, Jimmy Fallon is in my room. In pjs. Barefoot." I looked back up. He was leaning forward with his hands on his legs and glancing up at me with a smile. "I'm just a normal guy you know? I just so happen to be on tv telling jokes. I'm no different than you. I'm just lucky." He leaned back again. "Besides, get used to it. I gotta watch over you for the next few days at least. This is what I look like out of work." He motioned his arm down his body. I followed his arm. That's when I noticed the blood.
"Are you bleeding too? Did I hurt you when I fell?" I said, worried.
Jimmy looked down at his legs. He touched the blood with his fingers. "Hmm. I don't see any cuts. This must be your blood. Must have soaked through my pants." He stood up. I stood up as well.
"I am so sorry. You are welcome to use the shower. I cant believe I did that to you."
Jimmy shook his head at me. "Breckyn. Stop worrying about me. Its cool. I'll go take a shower real fast and by that time the pizza should be here." Jimmy got up and went to his bag. He pulled out a bar of Irish Spring soap and some shampoo and headed towards the shower. "I'll be out in a few." He winked as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the water turn on and the curtain close shut.
I got up and took the Tylenol out of my purse. I opened the bottle and got out two pills. I grabbed a water out of the mini fridge and sat down in the chair by the window. I took the medicine and stared outside of the window. I had a beautiful view of lower Manhattan from this room. The night life was still very much alive. Lights and cars outside the window moving like poetry in motion. A few people walking together outside. Couples walking hand in hand, the skyscraper towering above them, and lamps lighting their way. New York really was beautiful. I began to hear a song being sang in the shower.
When you try your best but you don't succeed. When you get what you want but not what you need. When you feel so tired but you cant sleep, stuck in reverrrrrrse.
Fix you by Coldplay. I love that song. I smiled as I looked from the bathroom door back to outside.
Lights will guiiiiide you home and igniiiiiite your bones. And I will tryyyyyyy to fix you.
He really had a great voice. I listened to the impromptu song continue as I watched the night life around me. I could get used to this. I heard the shower turn off. The curtain open. The squeaking of wet feet on tile moving around. Soon, Jimmy came out with the his pjs back on. He was rubbing his hair dry with a towel. His hair was longer than it look on tv. It was a messy brown spiked up mess on his head.
"Nice song. Coldplay. " I laughed. "You heard that huh? Sorry." I shook my head. "No it was good. You should sing more often. I meant to tell you that in the truck."
"Really? Aww. Thanks. That means a lot." Jimmy said. Just then there was a knock on the door. He clapped his hands together. "Ahhh.. the pizza! Prepare your tastebuds for greatness pal!" He skipped to the door and opened it. I laughed at him. He really was like a small child. It was cute though.
Jimmy came back in with the pizza and placed it on the table in front of me and opened the box. "Dinner is served." The pizza looked and smelled amazing. I got up and grabbed my water off the night stand. "Beer or water?" I asked as I opened the mini fridge.
"What kind of beer you got? Actually, it doesn't matter. Beer. Yes please." He said as he grabbed a slice and sat in the other chair. He brought his legs into a cross legged Indian style on the chair. I handed him a Bud Light. "Thanks. Nothing better than pizza and beer." He said as he motioned for me to get a slice. I grabbed a huge slice and sat in my chair. I took a bite and sighed. "Awesome pizza right?"
"This is amazing!" I said covering my mouth with my hand. "Thank you."
"No problem. You have to experience the best while you are here in New York." He said between bites. I quickly devoured that slice and one more, washing it down with the water. Jimmy ate two more slices and then put the box in the fridge. "If you can believe it, its even better the next day." He said as he wiped his hands on some napkins. "Now, lets clean your arm up and get some sleep." He clapped his hands and looked around the room. "where's your medicine and dressings?"
I motioned over to the bed "In my bag. If you bring it here, I can do it."
He waved his hand at me. "Nonsense, I'll do it. I have two good arms. It's a lot easier with two arms than one. Trust me." He grabbed the supplies and brought them to the table. He gently picked up my arm and started unwrapping it gently. He threw the used dressing into the trash can and grabbed the peroxide. "This might sting. Im sorry." He applied it to a Q tip and gently ran it across my stitches. It immediately bubbled and burned. "Ahh.. " I hissed between gritted teeth.
"Sorry! Sorry!" He bit his lip and then bent down and blew gently on the wound. It helped. Made it feel better. I looked up at him, watching him soothe the pain. He put the Q tip down and reached for the medicine. "This wont hurt at all, I promise" He said when he turned back around. He applied the medicine and then turned back around for the dressing. He began expertly wrapping my arm gently. Wow, he was good. I thought to myself.
"How do you know so much about this kind of stuff?" I asked as he finished wrapping my arm. He tore some adhesive tape off a roll with his teeth and then smiled as he finished the wrap. He held up his ring finger on his left hand and laughed. I saw the tiny scar on his finger. It was barely noticeable. "Im a clutz too, remember?"
"Riiiiiight. The salsa." I laughed. "Dr. Bourne was my doctor too. They do a great job. You should heal without a scar or at least a very faint one." He gently rubbed the tape on and then placed my arm to his lips. He kissed the bandage ever so slightly. I got goosebumps. That did not just happen. "There, all done." He smiled as he released my arm. He turned around.
"So, There's only one bed. So.. if I may, can I borrow a few pillows and a blanket or sheet off the bed? Ill sleep on the floor." He looked at me as he put the supplies back in my bag.
"No you may not." I said. He whipped his head around and had a look of confusion on his face. "Oooookayyyy" he said.
"You wont sleep on the floor. I wouldn't live that down if I let Jimmy Fallon sleep on a dirty hotel room floor. I can share the bed. Its plenty big enough for both of us to have plenty of room. I trust you. No funny business. Im used to sharing a bed anyways."
He looked at me for a second and then said "Are you sure? I promise nothing weird will happen. I will sleep on the edge of the bed if it makes you feel better." He said, holding up a scouts honor sign.
"Its fine, now Im exhausted. Lets go to bed." I walked towards the bed. "Agreed." He laughed. "Now which side of the bed do you prefer?" I asked. "ummm left. Is that okay?" He asked. "Yep. I sleep on the right side anyways, so that's perfect." I climbed in on my side and he walked around to his.
"I snore when Im very tired, just so you know." He laughed as he sat down on his side.
"Mike would saw logs. It puts me to sleep actually so that's fine. But, I must warn you, I have to sleep with some noise or light on. So I usually put a movie on." I looked at him, kinda embarrassed.
"I do the same thing, its all good. What you have in right now?" He asked as he motioned towards the dvd player.
"Uh, well, I wasn't expecting company... so I just brought what I always watch..." I said, biting my lip.
"Which is?" He asked smiling.
"Uh, well... Its..." I mumbled the last words softly. He laughed. "What was that?"
"Fever Pitch." I said. He laughed. "Aww.. Im touched. Fever Pitch it is then."
I laughed and turned on the dvd. I pressed play and soon Young Jimmy was riding in his bug with some kids. "Weird seeing yourself on tv. Or falling asleep to your own movie." He laughed as we settled into our sides of the bed. "its pretty cool though." He laughed.
"One more thing, I rub my feet together to fall asleep so sorry if I keep you up." I said as I turned out the light on my side.
"That's fine. I sometimes flinch in my sleep, just FYI." He said as he reached up and turned out his light.
"Can't believe I'm sleeping with Jimmy Fallon." I said rolling over.
He laughed out loud from his side. "Wait til the tabloids get a hold of that one. Goodnight Breckyn. Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight Jimmy. You too." I said watching the screen, slowly rubbing my feet together. This night was the craziest night of my life. I met Jimmy, woke up in a hospital, went to Jimmys house, and now I was spending a few days with him, and sleeping in the same bed. Definitely a night to remember.
Soon, Jimmy was snoring away. It helped me relax. The medicine and pizza started working. As I started to drift off, I felt Jimmy flinch hard in bed. I rolled over, he was still snoring. I rolled back over and started to drift off. Last thing I remember, I felt a small movement.
"I cant sleep with this damn shirt on. Too hot." Jimmy mumbled. I heard a shirt hit the ground. He must have been half asleep because he rolled over and put his arm around me. I felt his hair nestle into the space between my shoulder blades. I was going to move out of it but he was snoring peacefully. I decided to let it go and stay where I was so he could sleep. I fell asleep in Jimmys arms to the sound of soft snoring and Fever Pitch.