it could happen. maybe. *pretends*

[certainthings]

[Fictional Conversation]

Jensen: No, Jared. I'm fine where I am.
Jared: You're a good actor, but a horrible liar.
Jensen: I just ... We can't. Okay?
Jared: Not until you tell me why.
Jensen: Because people will talk.
Jared: People talk all the time, it's kind of what they do. I'm actually pretty well known for my talking.
Jensen: Ass. That's not what I meant.
Jared: I know and I don't care, let them talk.
Jensen: But.
Jared: Jen, they're going to talk whether you move in with me or not.
Jensen: I know, it's just ...
Jared: What now?
Jensen: I don't want to mooch or get in the way.
Jared: Has anyone ever told you that you're really annoying? If I didn't want you to move in with me while we're doing the show, I wouldn't have asked.
Jensen: I guess. But what if Danneel comes to visit or my parents?
Jared: I've got a pretty big back yard, so if they do visit remind them to bring their sleeping bags - it gets damn cold out there sometimes.
Jensen: ...
Jared: They'll stay in the house. Idiot.
Jensen: Fine.
Jared: So you're going to do it? You'll move in with me?
Jensen: Yes.
Jared: Finally. Dinner's on you tonight.
Jensen: What?
Jared: I own the house, those are my rules.
Jensen: Jerk.

Comments

[delicatelight.livejournal.com]

I think you should turn your fictional conversations into fictional stories. They are quite entertaining.

(I don't know what's with my way of speaking today. Just bear with me. Or is it bare with me? Omg, my brain today is a fucking mess.)

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

Nah, if they were turned into stories, they wouldn't be quite so entertaining.

I think it's bear. But I could be very wrong.