Remembrances (3/14)
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dephigravityTitle: Remembrances
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Characters: Tom Welling, Justin Hartley, and various other CW folks
Rating: R
Word Count: 3062
Summary: Tom Welling is a college student that is asked to spend time with an elderly Jensen Ackles. Jensen is slow to come around but realizes the company is just what he needs
Everything Will Be Alright
"Hey Tom, he's had a pretty rough morning today. It might be best to leave him be," Shondra says sincerely to Tom as he walks up to the desk.
His smile falters and a crease forms on his brow as he says, "But he's expecting me? Can I at least pop in and say hi and see how he's doing?" Tom's smile returns and broadens even further than before, extending to his rich green eyes as he tries to win her over.
"Oh I guess it won't hurt," she says with a laugh and goes about filling out her chart. She shakes her head and waves him on.
"Thanks," he calls back to her as he hustles down the hall to Jensen's room.
When Tom reaches the room, he opens the door slowly and as quietly as possible as to not disturb anyone. Jensen lies sleeping peacefully on the bed, his chest raising the blanket ever so slightly with each breath. Tom peeks back around the door frame to see the nurse still preoccupied with her mountains of paperwork.
He slips in, closes the door behind him, and pulls the chair closer. He sits for a second before placing his hand over one of the wrinkled ones on the bed. He continues his silent vigil for a few moments before he reaches down and grabs for his latest novel. Sitting back into the chair he begins to read in a soft whisper, content in his own belief that Jensen will still hear every word.
***
"Dude, come on?" Mike whines, his head cocking back on his shoulders and his hands falling open in some sort of secret prayer.
"I have plans, I'm sorry. Maybe some other time," Tom says as he gathers up his books and pen off the table as his fellow students hurry out the classroom door.
"Plans? You are gonna go read to some old fuck. Come on Tommy?" Mike continues to beg.
"He's not an old fuck, and I'm sorry if I wanna spend my Friday night doing something meaningful. Jaime doesn't have a problem with it, she thinks it's kind of sweet actually," Tom says, slight annoyance hanging on his words.
"That's because she's your chick! Besides tonight can be meaningful," Mike says, oblivious to the cues Tom is not so discreetly giving him.
"I don't think anyone's life is going to be drastically altered by licking tequila off of some boozed up sorority girl's navel," Tom says trying to end the conversation so he can get away from Mike before he gets completely pissed off.
"Mine might,"' Mike chides and pops a fake punch into the taller boy's arm.
Tom looks down at his arm where Mike just hit him and then back up to meet his asinine grin. He sighs and says, "You know what I mean."
"Fine! I give. Go spend time with Grandpa Moses. Your loss, dude." Mike says, tossing in the proverbial towel by throwing his hands up in frustration and storming out of the classroom. Tom wrestles with his bag to shove in his notebook. Tossing the bag over his shoulder, he makes for the door.
***
"Tom, I appreciate the company, I really do, but shouldn't a young man like yourself have something better to do on a Friday night than sit with some old fogy like me? Don't you have any other friends? What about that girlfriend of yours?" Jensen asks, confusion at Tom's unexpected appearance written all over him.
"Of course I have friends. They're all going out to some big kegger at one of the frats tonight. Jaime's going with 'em. Not really my kind of thing, though. I like it here, sitting here with you. So you aren't going to be scaring me off that easy ol' man," Tom says through a wide smile.
"You are a very special young man, Thomas," Jensen laughs, the pleasure of Tom's constant company more than apparent.
"Why thank you Jensen," Tom says with a blush.
"So what's it to be tonight? Checkers? Book? You pick son," Jensen says as he gestures towards his typical place next to the window. A checkerboard sits on a table that Shondra had moved in, the pristine red and black pieces still shiny even through the rigorous play as of late.
"Actually I was hoping to hear more about you," Tom says, laying his bag next to his chair in the corner.
"I doubt that will be very entertaining, but what would you like to know?" Jensen asks and leans forward in his wheelchair.
"Anything really. I dunno, I just want to know more about you, Jensen," Tom says as he sits down on the edge of the chair.
Jensen sits there trying to think of something to say but isn't coming up with anything. Sensing his lack of recall, Tom decides to help him with a topic by grabbing a picture of the shelf.
"How about this one." He hands Jensen a school picture. The freckles across the bridge of the nose are a dead giveaway as to who it is. Tom beams his usual goofy grin and says, "You were quite the stud back in the day, weren't you?"
"I did alright with the ladies, nothing like Jared though. That boy had a girl on his arm everyday. And even more waiting in line."
~ ~ ~
Jensen walked through the rows of yellow lockers in a daze. Bumping into people, he ignored their protests on his absent minded journey through the crowded halls. He was finally stopped by a large hand grabbing his shoulder.
"Hey, Earth to Jensen," the all-too-familiar voice breaks his self imposed spell.
"Huh? What? Jared? Where'd you come from?"
"I've been trying to get your attention, for like the last five minutes! What's up?" Jared said as he followed side by side as the two continued walking.
"Nothing," Jensen said and lowered his eyes just barely, his freckles stood in sharp contrast at the blush across his cheeks.
"Come on man, it's me! You know you can tell me anything... spill it," Jared said, knowing full well that Jensen was trying to hide some juicy little bit of gossip and he was determined to hear it from him rather than one of the girls.
"It's just that, uh... I think Amy just asked me out to the dance," Jensen said. He scuffed the toe of his shoe with his other foot as he feigned the sudden interest in his shoe laces.
Jared came to a complete halt and threw both hands on Jensen's shoulders in a congratulatory embrace.
"Amy? As in Amy Gumenick? Seriously? Man, that's awesome. She is fine."
"Yeah? Don't you think, you know, she's a bit out of my league? Besides that, isn't it kinda of weird, I mean a girl asking a guy out to a dance."
"Okay first of all, what century are you living in? Second it's a girl's choice dance anyway. And lastly you aren't exactly the ugliest guy in school. Girls would kill to go out with you, if you would just pay attention," Jared said, his hair bounced as he tried to drive in his point.
"Yeah Right, good one Jay," Jensen said with a roll of his eyes. He turned to his locker and started twirling the dial. "I don't know, I think I'm just gonna tell her thanks but no thanks."
He shoved aside some loose papers as he tried to find his history book, all the while he hoped the discussion of his would be date would just end, he should never have told Jared anyway. Dangerous things happened when Jared found out about things like that.
"Like hell you are! You're going Jen. If I have to drag you there myself," Jared declared as he quickly turned and jogged down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Jensen called after him.
"Gotta go tell Traci we're doubling," he said as he continued his jog, now backwards. "Catch up with you later," he said with a wave and turned around just in time to miss Mr. Morgan. He paused and smiled a cheesy grin at him; the principal clearly was not impressed or amused.
***
Jensen ran through the fair grounds, crumpled tickets and paper cups crunching under his feet. Jared followed behind laughing the entire way.
Jensen finally bent over and gasped for air between his short legs. Jared stopped at his side holding back his childish giggle.
"That was too funny," he chuckled; his hand fell to pat Jensen's back.
"Nuh uh," Jensen huffed and looked up to his friend.
"You shoulda seen your face, It was all like-" Jared said and then quickly stiffened his ten year old face, puckered his lips, and opened his eyes as wide as he could. "Priceless!"
"Oh shut up! How was I to know she was gonna kiss me?" Jensen said and shrugged Jared's hand off his back; his reddened face flushed even brighter behind the smattering of freckles he hoped would disappear.
"Duh," Jared shot out between his now full-blown laughing. "Jen, you really need to get over that girls have cooties thing."
"Hey you're the one that told me that," he said and again turned to glare at Jared.
"Yeah, well what can I say? I think Chad was right about that one," Jared said, a feigned look of deep thought quickly flashed to a teasing grin.
"When has Chad ever been right about anything, Jay?" Jensen asked, his eyebrow raised as his face slowly returned to its normal shade.
"Jensen? Where'd you go? Jensen?" the girl's voice floated through the air.
"Oh God, she's back for more!" Jensen yelled and frantically spun to find her so he would know the direction in which to run.
"This way," Jared said and grabbed his hand and they took off through the tents and booths. Jared quickly flashed his arm band to the toothless ride operator. The man motioned for the two boys to take a seat in the ski lift type contraption. Jensen's feet were pulling off the ground before he realized that they were going up. He started to panic but when his eyes fell upon the red haired girl pouting below he tried to calm himself.
"Woohoo," Jared screamed and launched his hands up in the air. The seat shook, causing Jensen's panic to return.
"Can you please not do that?" he whined through clenched teeth.
"Oh relax it's just a ride Jen," Jared said, trying to appease him.
The chair lift rose ever higher, the people below getting smaller and smaller as a tall tower approached to their left. The chair bounced around wildly as it pulled by, the cables groaned overhead.
"We're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die," Jensen chanted with his eyes snapped closed.
"No, we're not. Will you stop that? It's perfectly safe," Jared said and tried to calm his best friend down once again.
When that didn't help, he reached forward and put his hand over one of Jensen's boyish white-knuckled hands grasping the bar in front of them. In his softest voice, Jared worked to soothe him, "It's okay Jen, we'll be fine, trust me. Everything will be alright."
Jensen slowly started to open his eyes, one at a time.
***
Jensen tapped his foot nervously on the porch. Thoughts of jumping off down the stairs and running off crossed his mind, but the realization that Jared would tackle him before he reached the next house stopped him. Biting on the corner of his lip, he finally gave into the inevitable. With a shaking hand, he reached in and his finger hovered for a second before pushing the doorbell. He quickly withdrew, as if it had scalded him. Clutching both hands behind his back he began to rock slightly in his dress shoes.
Finally a very stern looking man opened the door. The man eyed Jensen skeptically for what seemed an eternity before he said, "You must be Johnson."
"Uh Jensen, sir," he said, trying to keep his voice from squeaking. He shot back out the fidgeting hand and the man latched on in a crushing squeeze.
"What are your intentions with my daughter tonight son?" Mr. Gumenick said, his fixed glare burned deep into Jensen's silently screaming head.
"Uh... umm.," Jensen stuttered, flustered.
"Oh daddy, stop. You're going to scare him," Amy, a petite blond in ruffles, pushed through behind her father. She quickly grabbed Jensen's clammy palmed hand and pulled him down the steps.
"Be home by eleven, daddy," she called back as she pulled tighter onto Jensen's arm.
"Good to meet you sir," Jensen said after he turned back to give a small wave with his free arm.
"10:45, young lady."
The car ride was mortifying and silent in the backseat, the only conversation came from the front seat; Jared and Traci bickered about the radio station and the destiny that was Jensen and Amy finally going out on a date.
Jared's car came to a screeching stop into the parking space, well sort of, one of the tires managed to be inside the yellow lines. He quickly flung open the door and hurried to the other side to let Traci out. Jensen crawled out from behind the driver's seat and looked around at the school; Jared loudly cleared his throat to get his attention. When Jensen looked over Jared was motioning towards the back passenger door with his head.
"Oh," Jensen whispered, ran around, and lifted the rusted latch to the backseat, her small hand reached out to grasp his.
"Thank you kind sir," she said and wrapped her arm within his as the four teens walked up to the school doors.
A soft thumping turned to a loud cacophony of music once the gym doors were opened. Jensen and Jared were bombarded with dancing lights as they followed their dates in.
"I gotta use the bathroom," Jensen rushed away the second the doors closed behind them. Jensen dashed through the crowd of teenagers as the disco ball lit his way in dizzying beams of light.
"I'll be right back," Jared said and kissed Traci lightly on the forehead before he took off after his best friend, leaving the two girls by themselves.
When he pushed open the door to the boys' restroom, Jensen was splashing his face with water. He reached over to dry off the beads of moisture when Jared stepped in behind him. The two looked at each other in the mirror for a few seconds before Jensen broke the silence.
"I can't do this, Jay, I just can't."
"Yes, you can," Jared said and turned him around, placing reassuring hands once again on his shoulders. "You are a great guy and you deserve to be happy. Did you see her? She looks fucking beautiful and she asked you! Out of all the guys at this school, she chose you Jensen," He said, attempting to egg Jensen on.
"Thanks for being here," Jensen said and relaxed under Jared's hands, his butt pushed against the porcelain sink.
"Anything for you," Jared said and smiled. "Just a sec you have an…" He slowly reached up and plucked the long eyelash from Jensen's cheek. "Got it," he said and blew it away.
Both boys gazed into each others' eyes for a minute too long. Jensen quickly took a step back and turned for the door. Just as he was leaning into push it, Jared spoke.
"Hey Jensen-" he said.
"Yeah?" Jensen asked without looking back.
"Go get her, man," Jared said, an unfamiliar tone of sadness crept into his voice.
Jensen dismissed it as nothing more than his own perception, instead a smirk escaped over his lips as the music flooded into the open restroom.
***
Jensen scuffed his bare feet along the cold hardwood flooring. He reached in a hand to scratch his flannel covered ass as the doorbell rang again in the dark.
"I'm coming, hold your damn horses!" he bellowed. He drew a fist to his mouth to stifle a yawn before rubbing his tired eyes. Again the doorbell started relentlessly. "Oh for God's sakes," he whined as he fidgeted with the locks.
When he opened the door an anxious Jared stood before him, exhaustion and pain dripped from him.
"Jared? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Vancouver?" Jensen asked, now more awake due to Jared's surprise appearance in his doorway.
Jared's eyes filled with tears as he threw his head onto Jensen's naked shoulder, uncontrollable sobs fell against his exposed skin.
"Hey. Hey, what's wrong, Jay?" he asked and lifted up his hand to place it over the back of Jared's neck.
"I left her," he said, his words choked out through the sobs. Salty tears rolled freely down Jensen's back as he began again, "She cheated Jen and she's pregna-," He fell back to cries as his words disappeared amongst his anguish.
Jensen pulled the trembling Jared into the house and slammed the door closed with his foot. The two maneuvered down the dark hallway and into the spare bedroom. Jensen found the light switch, sending blinding light, with a flick, into his unadjusted eyes. Jensen sat Jared on the end of the bed and quickly removed his boots, tossing them in the corner. He stood Jared back up and walked him to the head of the queen sized bed and threw back the blankets. Jensen managed to coax him to slide his lengthy legs under the covers and crawled in behind him, lights still on. Jared's brown hair fell against Jensen's chest.
"She doesn't even know if it's mine," he cried full force now. Jensen brought a hand up to the hair and slowly smoothed it out, over and over again.
"I'm so sorry, Jared. It's okay, you're going to be okay. You'll be fine. Everything will be alright," Jensen said and continued his gentle stroking until Jared had cried himself to sleep to the thumping beneath his muscled chest. He clung tightly to his most trusted friend in the world.
~~~
"What happened?" Tom asks, anticipation clear in his eyes.
"Another time, Thomas. I'm tired," Jensen sighs.
Tom reaches down to help him up and walks him over to his bed, and turns down the blankets for him.
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Pairing: Jensen/ Jared
Characters: Tom Welling, Justin Hartley, and various other CW folks
Rating: R
Word Count: 3062
Summary: Tom Welling is a college student that is asked to spend time with an elderly Jensen Ackles. Jensen is slow to come around but realizes the company is just what he needs
"Hey Tom, he's had a pretty rough morning today. It might be best to leave him be," Shondra says sincerely to Tom as he walks up to the desk.
His smile falters and a crease forms on his brow as he says, "But he's expecting me? Can I at least pop in and say hi and see how he's doing?" Tom's smile returns and broadens even further than before, extending to his rich green eyes as he tries to win her over.
"Oh I guess it won't hurt," she says with a laugh and goes about filling out her chart. She shakes her head and waves him on.
"Thanks," he calls back to her as he hustles down the hall to Jensen's room.
When Tom reaches the room, he opens the door slowly and as quietly as possible as to not disturb anyone. Jensen lies sleeping peacefully on the bed, his chest raising the blanket ever so slightly with each breath. Tom peeks back around the door frame to see the nurse still preoccupied with her mountains of paperwork.
He slips in, closes the door behind him, and pulls the chair closer. He sits for a second before placing his hand over one of the wrinkled ones on the bed. He continues his silent vigil for a few moments before he reaches down and grabs for his latest novel. Sitting back into the chair he begins to read in a soft whisper, content in his own belief that Jensen will still hear every word.
"Dude, come on?" Mike whines, his head cocking back on his shoulders and his hands falling open in some sort of secret prayer.
"I have plans, I'm sorry. Maybe some other time," Tom says as he gathers up his books and pen off the table as his fellow students hurry out the classroom door.
"Plans? You are gonna go read to some old fuck. Come on Tommy?" Mike continues to beg.
"He's not an old fuck, and I'm sorry if I wanna spend my Friday night doing something meaningful. Jaime doesn't have a problem with it, she thinks it's kind of sweet actually," Tom says, slight annoyance hanging on his words.
"That's because she's your chick! Besides tonight can be meaningful," Mike says, oblivious to the cues Tom is not so discreetly giving him.
"I don't think anyone's life is going to be drastically altered by licking tequila off of some boozed up sorority girl's navel," Tom says trying to end the conversation so he can get away from Mike before he gets completely pissed off.
"Mine might,"' Mike chides and pops a fake punch into the taller boy's arm.
Tom looks down at his arm where Mike just hit him and then back up to meet his asinine grin. He sighs and says, "You know what I mean."
"Fine! I give. Go spend time with Grandpa Moses. Your loss, dude." Mike says, tossing in the proverbial towel by throwing his hands up in frustration and storming out of the classroom. Tom wrestles with his bag to shove in his notebook. Tossing the bag over his shoulder, he makes for the door.
"Tom, I appreciate the company, I really do, but shouldn't a young man like yourself have something better to do on a Friday night than sit with some old fogy like me? Don't you have any other friends? What about that girlfriend of yours?" Jensen asks, confusion at Tom's unexpected appearance written all over him.
"Of course I have friends. They're all going out to some big kegger at one of the frats tonight. Jaime's going with 'em. Not really my kind of thing, though. I like it here, sitting here with you. So you aren't going to be scaring me off that easy ol' man," Tom says through a wide smile.
"You are a very special young man, Thomas," Jensen laughs, the pleasure of Tom's constant company more than apparent.
"Why thank you Jensen," Tom says with a blush.
"So what's it to be tonight? Checkers? Book? You pick son," Jensen says as he gestures towards his typical place next to the window. A checkerboard sits on a table that Shondra had moved in, the pristine red and black pieces still shiny even through the rigorous play as of late.
"Actually I was hoping to hear more about you," Tom says, laying his bag next to his chair in the corner.
"I doubt that will be very entertaining, but what would you like to know?" Jensen asks and leans forward in his wheelchair.
"Anything really. I dunno, I just want to know more about you, Jensen," Tom says as he sits down on the edge of the chair.
Jensen sits there trying to think of something to say but isn't coming up with anything. Sensing his lack of recall, Tom decides to help him with a topic by grabbing a picture of the shelf.
"How about this one." He hands Jensen a school picture. The freckles across the bridge of the nose are a dead giveaway as to who it is. Tom beams his usual goofy grin and says, "You were quite the stud back in the day, weren't you?"
"I did alright with the ladies, nothing like Jared though. That boy had a girl on his arm everyday. And even more waiting in line."
Jensen walked through the rows of yellow lockers in a daze. Bumping into people, he ignored their protests on his absent minded journey through the crowded halls. He was finally stopped by a large hand grabbing his shoulder.
"Hey, Earth to Jensen," the all-too-familiar voice breaks his self imposed spell.
"Huh? What? Jared? Where'd you come from?"
"I've been trying to get your attention, for like the last five minutes! What's up?" Jared said as he followed side by side as the two continued walking.
"Nothing," Jensen said and lowered his eyes just barely, his freckles stood in sharp contrast at the blush across his cheeks.
"Come on man, it's me! You know you can tell me anything... spill it," Jared said, knowing full well that Jensen was trying to hide some juicy little bit of gossip and he was determined to hear it from him rather than one of the girls.
"It's just that, uh... I think Amy just asked me out to the dance," Jensen said. He scuffed the toe of his shoe with his other foot as he feigned the sudden interest in his shoe laces.
Jared came to a complete halt and threw both hands on Jensen's shoulders in a congratulatory embrace.
"Amy? As in Amy Gumenick? Seriously? Man, that's awesome. She is fine."
"Yeah? Don't you think, you know, she's a bit out of my league? Besides that, isn't it kinda of weird, I mean a girl asking a guy out to a dance."
"Okay first of all, what century are you living in? Second it's a girl's choice dance anyway. And lastly you aren't exactly the ugliest guy in school. Girls would kill to go out with you, if you would just pay attention," Jared said, his hair bounced as he tried to drive in his point.
"Yeah Right, good one Jay," Jensen said with a roll of his eyes. He turned to his locker and started twirling the dial. "I don't know, I think I'm just gonna tell her thanks but no thanks."
He shoved aside some loose papers as he tried to find his history book, all the while he hoped the discussion of his would be date would just end, he should never have told Jared anyway. Dangerous things happened when Jared found out about things like that.
"Like hell you are! You're going Jen. If I have to drag you there myself," Jared declared as he quickly turned and jogged down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Jensen called after him.
"Gotta go tell Traci we're doubling," he said as he continued his jog, now backwards. "Catch up with you later," he said with a wave and turned around just in time to miss Mr. Morgan. He paused and smiled a cheesy grin at him; the principal clearly was not impressed or amused.
Jensen ran through the fair grounds, crumpled tickets and paper cups crunching under his feet. Jared followed behind laughing the entire way.
Jensen finally bent over and gasped for air between his short legs. Jared stopped at his side holding back his childish giggle.
"That was too funny," he chuckled; his hand fell to pat Jensen's back.
"Nuh uh," Jensen huffed and looked up to his friend.
"You shoulda seen your face, It was all like-" Jared said and then quickly stiffened his ten year old face, puckered his lips, and opened his eyes as wide as he could. "Priceless!"
"Oh shut up! How was I to know she was gonna kiss me?" Jensen said and shrugged Jared's hand off his back; his reddened face flushed even brighter behind the smattering of freckles he hoped would disappear.
"Duh," Jared shot out between his now full-blown laughing. "Jen, you really need to get over that girls have cooties thing."
"Hey you're the one that told me that," he said and again turned to glare at Jared.
"Yeah, well what can I say? I think Chad was right about that one," Jared said, a feigned look of deep thought quickly flashed to a teasing grin.
"When has Chad ever been right about anything, Jay?" Jensen asked, his eyebrow raised as his face slowly returned to its normal shade.
"Jensen? Where'd you go? Jensen?" the girl's voice floated through the air.
"Oh God, she's back for more!" Jensen yelled and frantically spun to find her so he would know the direction in which to run.
"This way," Jared said and grabbed his hand and they took off through the tents and booths. Jared quickly flashed his arm band to the toothless ride operator. The man motioned for the two boys to take a seat in the ski lift type contraption. Jensen's feet were pulling off the ground before he realized that they were going up. He started to panic but when his eyes fell upon the red haired girl pouting below he tried to calm himself.
"Woohoo," Jared screamed and launched his hands up in the air. The seat shook, causing Jensen's panic to return.
"Can you please not do that?" he whined through clenched teeth.
"Oh relax it's just a ride Jen," Jared said, trying to appease him.
The chair lift rose ever higher, the people below getting smaller and smaller as a tall tower approached to their left. The chair bounced around wildly as it pulled by, the cables groaned overhead.
"We're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die," Jensen chanted with his eyes snapped closed.
"No, we're not. Will you stop that? It's perfectly safe," Jared said and tried to calm his best friend down once again.
When that didn't help, he reached forward and put his hand over one of Jensen's boyish white-knuckled hands grasping the bar in front of them. In his softest voice, Jared worked to soothe him, "It's okay Jen, we'll be fine, trust me. Everything will be alright."
Jensen slowly started to open his eyes, one at a time.
Jensen tapped his foot nervously on the porch. Thoughts of jumping off down the stairs and running off crossed his mind, but the realization that Jared would tackle him before he reached the next house stopped him. Biting on the corner of his lip, he finally gave into the inevitable. With a shaking hand, he reached in and his finger hovered for a second before pushing the doorbell. He quickly withdrew, as if it had scalded him. Clutching both hands behind his back he began to rock slightly in his dress shoes.
Finally a very stern looking man opened the door. The man eyed Jensen skeptically for what seemed an eternity before he said, "You must be Johnson."
"Uh Jensen, sir," he said, trying to keep his voice from squeaking. He shot back out the fidgeting hand and the man latched on in a crushing squeeze.
"What are your intentions with my daughter tonight son?" Mr. Gumenick said, his fixed glare burned deep into Jensen's silently screaming head.
"Uh... umm.," Jensen stuttered, flustered.
"Oh daddy, stop. You're going to scare him," Amy, a petite blond in ruffles, pushed through behind her father. She quickly grabbed Jensen's clammy palmed hand and pulled him down the steps.
"Be home by eleven, daddy," she called back as she pulled tighter onto Jensen's arm.
"Good to meet you sir," Jensen said after he turned back to give a small wave with his free arm.
"10:45, young lady."
The car ride was mortifying and silent in the backseat, the only conversation came from the front seat; Jared and Traci bickered about the radio station and the destiny that was Jensen and Amy finally going out on a date.
Jared's car came to a screeching stop into the parking space, well sort of, one of the tires managed to be inside the yellow lines. He quickly flung open the door and hurried to the other side to let Traci out. Jensen crawled out from behind the driver's seat and looked around at the school; Jared loudly cleared his throat to get his attention. When Jensen looked over Jared was motioning towards the back passenger door with his head.
"Oh," Jensen whispered, ran around, and lifted the rusted latch to the backseat, her small hand reached out to grasp his.
"Thank you kind sir," she said and wrapped her arm within his as the four teens walked up to the school doors.
A soft thumping turned to a loud cacophony of music once the gym doors were opened. Jensen and Jared were bombarded with dancing lights as they followed their dates in.
"I gotta use the bathroom," Jensen rushed away the second the doors closed behind them. Jensen dashed through the crowd of teenagers as the disco ball lit his way in dizzying beams of light.
"I'll be right back," Jared said and kissed Traci lightly on the forehead before he took off after his best friend, leaving the two girls by themselves.
When he pushed open the door to the boys' restroom, Jensen was splashing his face with water. He reached over to dry off the beads of moisture when Jared stepped in behind him. The two looked at each other in the mirror for a few seconds before Jensen broke the silence.
"I can't do this, Jay, I just can't."
"Yes, you can," Jared said and turned him around, placing reassuring hands once again on his shoulders. "You are a great guy and you deserve to be happy. Did you see her? She looks fucking beautiful and she asked you! Out of all the guys at this school, she chose you Jensen," He said, attempting to egg Jensen on.
"Thanks for being here," Jensen said and relaxed under Jared's hands, his butt pushed against the porcelain sink.
"Anything for you," Jared said and smiled. "Just a sec you have an…" He slowly reached up and plucked the long eyelash from Jensen's cheek. "Got it," he said and blew it away.
Both boys gazed into each others' eyes for a minute too long. Jensen quickly took a step back and turned for the door. Just as he was leaning into push it, Jared spoke.
"Hey Jensen-" he said.
"Yeah?" Jensen asked without looking back.
"Go get her, man," Jared said, an unfamiliar tone of sadness crept into his voice.
Jensen dismissed it as nothing more than his own perception, instead a smirk escaped over his lips as the music flooded into the open restroom.
Jensen scuffed his bare feet along the cold hardwood flooring. He reached in a hand to scratch his flannel covered ass as the doorbell rang again in the dark.
"I'm coming, hold your damn horses!" he bellowed. He drew a fist to his mouth to stifle a yawn before rubbing his tired eyes. Again the doorbell started relentlessly. "Oh for God's sakes," he whined as he fidgeted with the locks.
When he opened the door an anxious Jared stood before him, exhaustion and pain dripped from him.
"Jared? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Vancouver?" Jensen asked, now more awake due to Jared's surprise appearance in his doorway.
Jared's eyes filled with tears as he threw his head onto Jensen's naked shoulder, uncontrollable sobs fell against his exposed skin.
"Hey. Hey, what's wrong, Jay?" he asked and lifted up his hand to place it over the back of Jared's neck.
"I left her," he said, his words choked out through the sobs. Salty tears rolled freely down Jensen's back as he began again, "She cheated Jen and she's pregna-," He fell back to cries as his words disappeared amongst his anguish.
Jensen pulled the trembling Jared into the house and slammed the door closed with his foot. The two maneuvered down the dark hallway and into the spare bedroom. Jensen found the light switch, sending blinding light, with a flick, into his unadjusted eyes. Jensen sat Jared on the end of the bed and quickly removed his boots, tossing them in the corner. He stood Jared back up and walked him to the head of the queen sized bed and threw back the blankets. Jensen managed to coax him to slide his lengthy legs under the covers and crawled in behind him, lights still on. Jared's brown hair fell against Jensen's chest.
"She doesn't even know if it's mine," he cried full force now. Jensen brought a hand up to the hair and slowly smoothed it out, over and over again.
"I'm so sorry, Jared. It's okay, you're going to be okay. You'll be fine. Everything will be alright," Jensen said and continued his gentle stroking until Jared had cried himself to sleep to the thumping beneath his muscled chest. He clung tightly to his most trusted friend in the world.
"What happened?" Tom asks, anticipation clear in his eyes.
"Another time, Thomas. I'm tired," Jensen sighs.
Tom reaches down to help him up and walks him over to his bed, and turns down the blankets for him.
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