"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
"How do boys this cute just pop into your life? Teach me." I begged Ramona, as we looked through Ethan's old Instagram pictures
"Oh, please. It's only been Popko, famous guys, Ethan...I guess you're right. At least, you have Jackson." Ramona said
We looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter. Ramona referring to Jackson as 'cute' was the last thing anyone would expect to come out of her mouth.
"Good one. I needed that laugh." I smiled
"What you looking at?" Jackson asked from behind us
Ramona and I jumped in our seats, shocked at his random appearance.
"Also, don't make fun of me or I take the tree." Jackson threatened
"It's not your turn. You wouldn't dare." I responded, challenging him
"Watch me." He said, bringing himself to my eye level
We glared at each other for a moment, before he stood up to face Ramona, "Anyway, back to you."
"Smart people stuff. You wouldn't like it." Ramona insisted
"Really? Cause that looks like Ethan's old Instagram." Jackson questioned
"Yeah. Ethan...Dolan." I defended, trying to come up with some kind of lie to help her out
"What? How did he get on there?" Ramona questioned with fake surprise
"Are you stalking your Postmates guy?" Jackson asked, taking a seat on the couch's arm chair
"I was just, um, mildly curious to see what he's into when he's not driving chimichangas around the Bay Area." Ramona insisted
"How far back did you scroll?" He asked
"Oh, not that far. Just back to when Instagram was invented." Ramona said
"Which really wasn't that long ago." I added
"Instagram was created in 2010." Jackson argued
"What? Ramona, I didn't know it was that bad." I said, realizing how badly we'd been stalking
"Hey, I had the same Justin Bieber hair cut." Jackson said taking the phone out of Ramona's hand and tapping the screen
"Oh, no. What'd you just do?" Ramona asked, standing up from her spot on the couch
"What? I was trying to make it bigger." Jackson insisted, as she grabbed it out of her hand
"You just liked a picture from ten years ago!" Ramona cried, moving to the front of the living room
"That means my next move is totally justified." I said before shoving Jackson off of the couch armchair
"That's how you wanna play?" He asked, composing himself before lifting me up under my arms and setting me down between him and Ramona, "Now you have to be my shield in case she hits me."
