fictional conversation

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[fc]

Jensen: Hey, Jared? We need to talk.
Jared: Are you pregnant?
Jensen: Yeah, and I don't know who the baby's daddy is.
Jared: Slut.
Jensen: Heh. Uhm, seriously though, I think I'm going to move out. Pretty sure, actually.
Jared: What? Did I do something wrong?
Jensen: [thinking: No, I did. I fell in love with you.] Course not, I just think it'd be for the best.
Jared: Can I do something to change your mind? Laundry for a month? Two? Buy you a puppy?
Jensen: [thinking: Kiss me. Tell me to stay forever.] Dude. I just know how jealous you are of how incredibly goodlooking I am, I don't want to be living with you when you get all bitter about it.
Jared: Ha. Ha. Asshole.
Jensen: I don't want you getting tired of me. I don't want to get tired of you. It's going to be another season together, maybe two. It's not like we won't see each other almost every day.
Jared: And we can talk on the phone again.
Jensen: You're such a girl.
Jared: Whatever, *Jenny*
Jensen: Call me that again and I'm moving out tonight.
Jared: Jenny. Jenny. Hey, Jenny? What's your phone number again? Oh, yeah. 867 - 5309.
Jensen: [thinking: Stop making me want to stay, this is hard enough as it is.] I'm going to my room to pack. Call me a cab in an hour, wouldya?
Jared: I'll find away to make you stay, Jensen.
Jensen: Good luck with that.
Jared: Chinese?
Jensen: ... is going to make me stay?
Jared: I thought we'd order it for dinner, duh.
Jensen: Your call.