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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?"
