"living with your best friend seems like the greatest opportunity in the world...until feelings get in the way."
//FULLER HOUSE//
//SEASONS 1-5//
//JACKSON FULLER X OC//
//YEP, 1ST PERSON//
at some point:
#1 Fuller House
#1 Jackson Fuller
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Farrah's POV
Max went to go get the parents, as Jackson and I stood in the living room which was mysteriously covered with flower bouquets.
"Whoever ordered these really should've checked for allergies." I commented, gazing around the room
"Seriously? That's what you're worried about? Not where they came from?" Jackson asked, resulting in me shrugging
All the adults came into the room and Becky, who was visiting with Jesse, gasped at the sight at all of the flowers.
"Oh" Steph started, startled by everything
"My" Kimmy continued
"Lanta!" DJ finished with a large grin
"The whole house smells like potpourri." I said with a small giggle.
"Who are these for?" Becky asked Jackson
He shakes his head, "I don't know. I just let the delivery guy in and signed mom's name."
"You signed my name?" Dj asked
"Yeah, he's getting really good at it too." I smiled
"Oh, and by the way thanks for getting me out of gym class." He said as we high-fived
We quickly took off when Dj's face changed from one of excitement to anger.
After hiding from Dj for a bit, we made our way downstairs, where Jackson was roped into helping Becky with the dishes
"You gonna help?" He asked, looking up from his work and up at me
"Nope. Just gonna sit here and look beautiful, as always." I replied, smiling
He threw a towel at my face, and I glared as I hesitantly got up to help him out.
Ramona walked in the back door, Lola following behind her
"Hey, Lola." Jackson greeted, dreamily.
"Hey, dude," She said, laying no attention to the drooling boy, making me smirk
"I'll be right there." Romona said to Lola, whi was making her way upstairs, "Look, I know you like Lola, but the worst thing that could happen to you just happened."
"Ooh, more drama." Aunt Becky smiled, moving closer to listen.
"What?" Jackson questioned, confused
Before Ramona could answer I did, "She called you 'dude', Jackson."
"So?" He asked, even more confused.
"Dude' means you've entered the friend zone." Ramona dramatically declared
"It's true," I agreed, "bud, pal, dude... even amigo."
