Moments in Fictitious Time. (This story is complete. It's partly narrated. Partly not. Imagination is needed.)
Jared is fourteen. Jensen is sixteen.
Bestfriends for years, maybe boyfriends for a few months.
[After Jensen had kissed Jared for the first time - panicking when Jared took a moment to kiss him back, Jared looked at Jensen and in a mock southern belle voice had asked, 'Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend, now?' Jensen smiled, punched Jared in the shoulder and told him, 'Only, if you're the girl. Asshole.']
In a week, give or take a day or two, Jensen will be moving to another state, one that is far far away from where he is currently living with his mom, dad, brother and sister.
Oh, I should mention that at the moment they're in Texas - unless of course you have something against Texas then please relocate them to another state that you enjoy and/or are familiar with.
Right now, Jared and Jensen are outside in Jared's parents backyard. The sky is blue, the sun is hot. They're laying on their backs holding hands.
"You're never going to forget me, Jensen Ackles." Jared informs Jensen.
"That sounds kind of creepy ... Jared Padalecki."
Jared turns his head toward Jensen. "You won't, right? I mean we're ... This is ... Do you really have to move?"
Jensen props himself up on his elbows and leans over to kiss Jared on the forehead. "This is and we're totally ... yeah. But if... If not. We'll always be best friends."
"You'll write, right?"
"Boy Scouts, honour." Jensen salutes.
"You were never a Boy Scout."
"Yeah, but I wanted to be."
[Now, if you could imagine time passing, tearful goodbyes full of kisses and promises that would help move this along.]
The first week, Jensen and Jared exchange letters every day or sometimes every other day depending on how the post is.
On Saturday, Jared's letter ends with, "ps. We have phones, you know we could text."
Jared texts - Where's the romance in that? -
On Tuesday Jared comes home from his part-time job that he got for the summer, to a rather impressive boquet of flowers with a note attached that reads, "This romantic enough for you, dick?"
If anyone had been around Jared would have denied his girlish giggle and happy sigh, but lucky for him the house was empty. Still he eyed the dogs as he walked up the stairs to his room. "Not a word." He tells them. Being dogs they look at him with confused expressions, hoping for food.
- Dork -
- Got the flowers huh? -
- I always knew you were a giant romantic sap -
- And I always knew you were a giant girl -
- I love you -
Jared answers his phone before the first ring has finished. "You love me?"
"I've loved you for years, you're my best friend."
"Oh, I thought that ... Nevermind, what I thought."
"You're an idiot."
"Gosh, thanks."
"Jensen."
"Jared."
"I really do love you, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
[And here, if you could imagine a month or so passing by. More letters, more texts. A few phone calls. Jared at his job - maybe he mows lawns and walks dogs. And to be honest, I'm not really sure what Jensen is doing during this time. Perhaps he's getting used to the new house, the new neighborhood. Maybe he meets Christian and makes a new friend.]
Nine a.m. on a Saturday morning a sleepy Jensen answers the door to a smirking Jared. Jared grabs a shocked Jensen and kisses him breathless. "This is way more romantic."
"What? How?" Jensen's brain is slowly catching up.
"Well, see Jensen, how romance works is ..."
"I meant, how are you here?" Jensen interrupts.
"I saved my money and mom helped a little. It's just for a couple of days. Uh, your parents will let me stay here, right?"
Jared is fourteen. Jensen is sixteen.
Bestfriends for years, maybe boyfriends for a few months.
[After Jensen had kissed Jared for the first time - panicking when Jared took a moment to kiss him back, Jared looked at Jensen and in a mock southern belle voice had asked, 'Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend, now?' Jensen smiled, punched Jared in the shoulder and told him, 'Only, if you're the girl. Asshole.']
In a week, give or take a day or two, Jensen will be moving to another state, one that is far far away from where he is currently living with his mom, dad, brother and sister.
Oh, I should mention that at the moment they're in Texas - unless of course you have something against Texas then please relocate them to another state that you enjoy and/or are familiar with.
Right now, Jared and Jensen are outside in Jared's parents backyard. The sky is blue, the sun is hot. They're laying on their backs holding hands.
"You're never going to forget me, Jensen Ackles." Jared informs Jensen.
"That sounds kind of creepy ... Jared Padalecki."
Jared turns his head toward Jensen. "You won't, right? I mean we're ... This is ... Do you really have to move?"
Jensen props himself up on his elbows and leans over to kiss Jared on the forehead. "This is and we're totally ... yeah. But if... If not. We'll always be best friends."
"You'll write, right?"
"Boy Scouts, honour." Jensen salutes.
"You were never a Boy Scout."
"Yeah, but I wanted to be."
[Now, if you could imagine time passing, tearful goodbyes full of kisses and promises that would help move this along.]
The first week, Jensen and Jared exchange letters every day or sometimes every other day depending on how the post is.
On Saturday, Jared's letter ends with, "ps. We have phones, you know we could text."
Jared texts - Where's the romance in that? -
On Tuesday Jared comes home from his part-time job that he got for the summer, to a rather impressive boquet of flowers with a note attached that reads, "This romantic enough for you, dick?"
If anyone had been around Jared would have denied his girlish giggle and happy sigh, but lucky for him the house was empty. Still he eyed the dogs as he walked up the stairs to his room. "Not a word." He tells them. Being dogs they look at him with confused expressions, hoping for food.
- Dork -
- Got the flowers huh? -
- I always knew you were a giant romantic sap -
- And I always knew you were a giant girl -
- I love you -
Jared answers his phone before the first ring has finished. "You love me?"
"I've loved you for years, you're my best friend."
"Oh, I thought that ... Nevermind, what I thought."
"You're an idiot."
"Gosh, thanks."
"Jensen."
"Jared."
"I really do love you, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
[And here, if you could imagine a month or so passing by. More letters, more texts. A few phone calls. Jared at his job - maybe he mows lawns and walks dogs. And to be honest, I'm not really sure what Jensen is doing during this time. Perhaps he's getting used to the new house, the new neighborhood. Maybe he meets Christian and makes a new friend.]
Nine a.m. on a Saturday morning a sleepy Jensen answers the door to a smirking Jared. Jared grabs a shocked Jensen and kisses him breathless. "This is way more romantic."
"What? How?" Jensen's brain is slowly catching up.
"Well, see Jensen, how romance works is ..."
"I meant, how are you here?" Jensen interrupts.
"I saved my money and mom helped a little. It's just for a couple of days. Uh, your parents will let me stay here, right?"
and she babbled about nothing
Oct. 3rd, 2009 08:21 pm
I want to be Pig's friend. I do.
I saw Zombieland today. I enjoyed it but not as much as I thought I would. Came home and watched My Sister's Keeper. And I liked that too but didn't cry as much as I thought I would. Hmm.
I can't make icons anymore. And I don't think ... am fairly sure that no one cares, which is good. I mean, I can still make them for myself I just don't have any motivation or active muse to make batches. Still, sometimes I kind of miss whipping up a batch and actually having people comment on them even if half the time I believe the folks are lying. (issues! issues! issues!)
I'm tired.
Dean Winchester. Screencap from the episode before last? I believe. I don't think it's spoilery but then before I see an ep I think that all photos are spoilery.
( ... )
I have an image of Jensen and Danneel in a truck (Jensen's truck, I suppose but not really really since I don't know what it looks like). She's got a t-shirt and denim shorts on. Feet up on the dash. Hair down. No make up. Perhaps she's smoking. Probably. He's got a t-shirt and jeans on. Casual. Relaxed. Radio blaring. They're singing along. Loud, a little out of tune. Laughing. Happy. Being dorks.
some words were said.
Apr. 22nd, 2008 07:09 pmJared'd be uh, dickin' around on his computer during a break while filming and Jensen would come into his trailer all casual, 'Hey what you're doing?' And Jared'd be 'Just looking at pictures.' Jensen, 'Naked girls?' Jared, 'No. Of you. Of us.' Jensen, 'Can't get enough of me on set, huh?' And Jared'd just laugh and then say like, 'Hey, Jen?' all serious like and Jensen would tense up a bit and say, 'Yeah?' And Jared'd point to one of the pictures of Jensen looking at Jared like a love sick puppy and ask, 'Do you do that often?' Jensen, 'Do what often?' Jared, 'Look at me like that?' Jensen then would ... I dunno. Laugh a little too loud and deny it and then look at his watch and tell Jared that it was time for them to get back to work and uhm, then I don't know what would happen. But it'd end with the hot gay bumsex.
Someone write this for us, or if it's been written point us in the direction of said story.
maybe like this
Dec. 20th, 2007 10:18 am[with thanks to
loose_pages_sd and
memphis86]
Didn't happen. Won't happen ... Probably.
"You asked my parents for permission? I can't believe you did that."
"Yeah, well. It seemed like the right thing to do."
"But I thought we were eloping."
"We are."
"But ..."
"We'll come home for a reception, have family and friends over. Maybe get Steve to play."
"My momma will cry if she misses the wedding."
"I'm sure she'll get over it."
"She's going to cry and hate us and disown me."
"Dude, I've met your mother, that's not going to happen."
"But it might."
"Won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Now shut up and kiss me."
"Elvis is still going to marry us, right?"
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
"And you're still going to wear the kilt?"
"I don't know how you talked me into that."

Didn't happen. Won't happen ... Probably.
"You asked my parents for permission? I can't believe you did that."
"Yeah, well. It seemed like the right thing to do."
"But I thought we were eloping."
"We are."
"But ..."
"We'll come home for a reception, have family and friends over. Maybe get Steve to play."
"My momma will cry if she misses the wedding."
"I'm sure she'll get over it."
"She's going to cry and hate us and disown me."
"Dude, I've met your mother, that's not going to happen."
"But it might."
"Won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Now shut up and kiss me."
"Elvis is still going to marry us, right?"
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
"And you're still going to wear the kilt?"
"I don't know how you talked me into that."
Jensen, 'ol boy. You've fallen to fifth place. FIFTH. *shakes head* But you're close to Jared now, and I suppose that's how you would want it.
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Sam Winchester tries to recreate 9 and a Half Weeks but fails dramatically ( cut for picture )
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( Hello, David Boreanaz )
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Sam Winchester tries to recreate 9 and a Half Weeks but fails dramatically ( cut for picture )
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( Hello, David Boreanaz )
