The Trouble With Drama Queens
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dephigravityTitle: The Trouble With Drama Queens
Pairing: Jensen/ Jared AU
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Sandy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Schmoopiness with a dash of inebriated drama queen
Word Count: 3658
Disclaimer: If I did own them I wouldn't be on here, now would I?
Summary: During the last few weeks of junior high; Jared did, like, the stupidest thing ever. It's a good thing his BFF Sandy and her league of extraordinary fag hags are on the case.
Author's Note: Thanks again to [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for her amazing beta skills and calling me on my bullshit! *snorts* Gorilla arms, you kill me woman!
The bell rang, sending a massive onslaught of hungry students into the halls. Lockers clanged over the collective murmuring of conversations. In the cafeteria, lines formed, weaving through tables.
The short brunette adjusted her book bag over her shoulder. Sandy’s eyes caught sight of the athletically built blonde behind the food service area. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a disgusted whimper escaped her lips. The guy’s face lit up when he saw her; the dreaded interaction growing more inevitable as she approached his station.
“Hey Sandy.” Justin smiled from across the sneeze guard.
“Hart? What are you doing serving lunch today?” She fabricated a smile as he loaded an extra large mound of fries on her tray.
“Long story,” he blushed. “Let’s just say you aren’t supposed to mix Chem class with Home Ec.”
“I… oh?” She shuffled down the line. “What did you do?” She flicked her head slightly, letting him know someone was waiting on him to fill their own tray.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. So are you coming?” The blonde dropped potatoes into the next guy’s jello. The boy gave him an annoyed look which Justin paid no attention to.
“Huh?” she asked and then turned to look at the old woman asking her which type of entree she wanted. She politely answered the woman, momentarily avoiding her admirer.
“Party? My house? Tonight? Any of this ringing a bell?” He completely ignored the hungry student body waiting impatiently in line, turning to face her directly.
An ornery-looking woman from the kitchen peeked through the kitchen door. She growled silently, steaming up the small window frame. The door swung open as she stormed up behind him. Sandy bit back a knowing grin.
“Mr. Hartley!” The low voice boomed. Justin jumped, his eyes opening to full capacity. “Kindly get back to work, before I have you scraping gum from beneath every table and chair, everyday, for the rest of the year.”
“Sorry, ma’am. Of course, Mrs. Crumbutter.” He flashed his normally charming smile. She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him back into position, then headed back through the doors.
“Yeesh, Chumbucket’s on a roll today…” he said with a grimace, he grabbed his tongs and quickly deposited potatoes on the next student’s tray.
“So ummm, that’s tonight? I dunno Hart…” Sandy acted coy. She silently tried to come up with a valid excuse.
“Aww, come on? You can even bring your wounded puppy dog.” he raised his voice as she crept further away.
Sandy’s eyes asked the unspoken question. Justin rolled his eyes and pointed his tongs towards the lone boy, pouting at the furthest table in the cafeteria. Her eyes followed the metal utensils. Her best friend, one Jared Padalecki, stared longingly out the window. Rain splattered against the glass, fitting his mood perfectly.
“Oh boy, this is gonna be a long day,” she sighed, still refusing to answer Justin directly.
Sandy quickly paid the cashier and slowly made her way to the corner. The boy made no acknowledgement of her presence. She slid the chair closest to him out and scooted in; making sure her skirt didn’t ride up. Sandy waited patiently for him to look up or say something, anything to her.
She raised her hands from her lap, placing them on either side of the tray of food. “Jared, you have to get over him already. All of this wallowing just doesn’t suit you.”
Jared turned his head towards her, his long coffee colored hair falling back into his eyes. He tried to smile but failed, his lips just drooping back into a frown.
“I miss him, “he whined. He crossed his arms across his chest as he slouched back into the plastic chair.
“I know.” She reached up and rubbed his bony shoulder. Girls were one thing, but Sandy knew that whiny gay boys like Jared here; they were extra needy in times like this.
He breathed in a deep breath and bent forward picking up a fry from her pile. He waved the fried vegetable in front of his open mouth, then tossed it idly back on the pile. His body collapsed back again, fingers skimming on the tiled floor.
“Okay, if you aren’t eating, I think it is time for a serious fag hag intervention.” She quickly grabbed her cell from her bag and quickly typed 911! Gay boy down… corner table… STAT.
“What are you doing?” His elbows came up to the tables, his chin fell down onto the cradle of his upturned hands.
“I am calling for reinforcements.” She declared gleefully. She snapped the phone closed and dropped it back into her clutter- filled sack. “I think this little crisis can be cured with a little dash of estrogen, and maybe some nocturnal partying.”
Jared had heard about the party sure, Jensen had been the one that mentioned it well before the tragic event. It was school tradition. The Student Body President was required to organize the most awesome party ever; one last hurrah to the wonderful days of junior high seniority. One last time before they would all be eaten alive by the juniors and seniors over at Richardson High. He started to protest when he was surrounded on all sides by his small harem of girls. Kristin, Sophia, Katie, and Alona took their turns stroking his back and ruffling his hair. Jared squirmed with all the excess attention.
“Aww, Jay, snap out of it. He’s just a stupid boy.” Sophia said as she sat on the table next to him. Her legs crossed as she propped her shoes on his thigh.
“Jensen is not stupid.” Jared pouted, trying to push her away.
“Well I heard that you broke up with him.” Kristin said, sure of herself. She draped her arm around his shoulder and placed a soft kiss against his cheek. She walked behind Sandy, softly ghosting a hand along her back.
Jared turned his nose up in mock disgust and true annoyance. “I did not break up with him, not exactly…” he sighed as Alona ran her fingers through his hair. His hand reached up and swatted her away.
“What do you mean, not exactly?” Katie asked, nudging Sophia to allow her room. “You either dumped his sorry ass, or he wised up and dropped yours.”
Jared was opening his mouth to answer when Sandy cut in, “He asked Jensen to break up with him.” She finally started eating what little of her lunch actually looked appetizing.
There was a collective “What?” from the choir of girls.
“Why would you do a stupid thing like that?” Kristin asked. She took a seat next to Sandy and stole a fry. Sandy rolled her eyes at the brush of her shoulder as the girl sat down.
“I think someone has been watching Trick a bit too often.” Alona smiled sweetly, bringing her thumb and index finger in front of her eye. She gestured the universal sign for ‘just a little bit’ as she walked to the far side of the table, her bag flopping loudly against the Formica.
“Spoken like a true fag hag.” Sophia chimed in, eliciting a proud smile from the blonde girl.
“I have not. Okay, maybe a little.” Jared crossed his arms over the table and plunged his head downwards. “Shut up, all of you. You aren’t helping.”
“He’s such a drama queen.” Katie mumbled to Sophia, drawing a small snort from her. Jared blindly slapped at the girls to his right, still refusing to look up.
“You just need to get back out there Jay. Who knows, maybe you will meet the boy of your dreams tonight.” Kristin spoke as she reached over to steal more food; her hand retreated from the peeved slap.
“Get your own Kris.” Sandy bitched.
“’Mnahgoindapardy” came out in a near indecipherable mumble. His face was buried deep in his cotton-covered arms. Jared’s back heaved upwards from his deep breath, exhaling in a depressed huff.
“Yes you are, even if I have to get your brother to tie you up and throw you in the back of my car.” Sandy insisted. She grabbed the rest of her tray as the bell rang. The other four girls gathered their belongings and made their way to their lockers.
Jared raised his head, barely, to let one questioning eye peek up from behind his brown tussles. “You really should wait for your learner’s permit, ya know,” he sighed. “Jeff wouldn’t do that…”
“Why put off the inevitable? My parent’s don’t care.” Sandy shook her head, dismissively avoiding the lack of a true license and focusing more on the reference to Jared’s older brother Jeff. “I just got my nails done, and he will do anything for me. I am not about to get these babies messed up, even for you.” She flashed her new set of French tips.
Sandy shut off the ignition and giggled at the pounding coming from behind the back seat. She pulled out the keys, dropping them into her jacket pocket. With a loud creak, the car door swung open, threatening to fall off completely. She made her way around to the trunk. After a few turns and pounds of her fist, the door swung upwards. The cramped boy gasped at the rush of clean air.
“Good God, it smells like a dead cat in there!” he shouted as he tried to swing a leg outside the compartment’s frame. “I can’t believe he actually threw me in the trunk, asshole.” Jared whined as he attempted to climb his way out of the cramped space. His foot caught on something as he lifted himself outward.
“I warned you,” Sandy sing-songed, watching her best friend spill to the ground.
He grabbed hold of the bumper and pulled himself up, wiping mud and gravel from his jeans. “Why do I have to be here anyway? Justin’s your friend, not mine. He’s a fucking douchebag, even worse than Chad.”
“Okay, first- Justin is not a douchebag; second- he told me to bring you; and third- you are done having your emo-rock/ Celine Dion pity parties in your bedroom.” She said, adjusting her ebony skirt downwards, smoothing out the wrinkles.
“I wasn’t having a pity party,” he mumbled, leaning against the still opened trunk.
“Jare, your mom found you under your bed, candles about ready to catch the curtains on fire, with All By Myself blaring full blast. You are a bigger chick than the entire cheerleading squad, FHA, and drama club combined.” Sandy firmly planted her hands on her hips, emphasizing her point.
“It was The Rose…” Jared moaned. Fumbling forward, turning and slamming the rusted lid shut.
“Whatever. Oh for God sakes,” she looped her arm in his and guided the staggering bean pole towards the house, “I need a drink.”
“Sandy, you made it.” Justin waved over the crowd.
Jared groaned and hurried away. He couldn’t stand Hartley. It wasn’t anything personal, the guy was nice enough, not bad in the looks department, and he was like the most popular guy in school. Jared just knew that Justin wanted in his best friend’s panties. If he succeeded she would go all gooey gaga over him, they’d date a while, Justin would get bored, they’d break up, and Jared would have to deal with the fallout. He couldn’t help to think of the irony of his own current situation, but damn it, there can only be one emotional disaster in their friendship at a time.
He plopped down on the empty love seat and watched as Justin courted Sandy. ‘It’s like watching a car accident.’
Sophia hopped down in his lap, extra beer in hand. “How’s our sulking Sammy? Look, I come bearing frothy goodness. You do like getting head right?” She teased in her best sexual innuendo kind of way. She swirled the cup, amber liquid splashing over the side.
He’d never had a drink before, but it sounded better than crawling up into a ball at this point. Jared took the red plastic cup from her hand and downed it as fast as he could, his face grimacing at the bitter taste. He grabbed her other cup as well, chugging it for all he was worth. If there was one thing he was going to do tonight, it was get plastered.
“Jerk!” She smacked him lightly against his face and then readjusted in his lap, throwing her legs back down over his knees.
Alona slid down over the back of the love seat, her feet dangling in the air. “Any luck cheering up Weeping Beauty, yet?”
“None, other than getting him one step closer to inebriation. I need a refill, since some asshole drank all of mine.” She glared at the fifteen year old boy beneath her. Sophia climbed out of his lap and squeezed through the crowd. She returned shortly- with four more cups, one for her, one for the upside down blonde, and two for the whiny gay boy.
“Where’s Kristin?” Alona’s voice sounded nasally from her upside- down position.
“Good question. Probably off in some closet somewhere.” Sophia answered back.
The red plastic cups fell to the ground just as Katie approached with a curly haired kid in tow.
“Hello ladies, Jay,” she greeted.
Jared lifted his hand from the back of the love seat and waved lazily at the two newcomers.
“Sophia, Alona, Jared,” she emphasized his name, “this is Kyle. He’s a new transfer from Pennsylvania.”
Kyle blushed and shyly said, “Hi, I’m Kyle.”
Jared lifted his head, his eyes squinting to take the blurriness away. The room danced behind the boy and girl, as he tried his hardest to focus on them. “You’re short,” he slurred.
“And you sir are drunk.” Katie kicked at his shin. Jared’s mouth lifted in a wide toothless smile, lips and cheeks flushed with too much beer.
Getting Katie’s unspoken cue, Sophia once again climbed from her friend’s lap. “Well ladies let’s let these boys get acquainted. Shall we?”
Alona flung her legs over her head, promptly thudding on the floor. Once she staggered to a stand, the three girls disappeared into the crowd of fellow freshmen.
Jared saw the familiar auburn haired girl as she entered the house, alone. Where is he? Sandy rushed up and grabbed her by the arm, while Justin was distracted getting drinks. Sandy whispered something to Danneel and the girl’s eyes searched, focusing on Jared for a second. The two girls then slipped off to where Jared could no longer see them.
Kyle took a seat at the edge of the miniature sofa. “So, Jared…”
Jared flipped his head to face the scrawny boy, his long hair whipping to the sides of his own head. His eyes were clearly glazed.
“Dude, save it, I know why you are here,” he casually stated, eyelids seeming to grow heavier by the second.
“Excuse me?” Kyle turned to face him, folding his legs up to cross in front of him. He reached behind him and yanked at the toss pillow, bringing it around to hug across his chest.
“Girls, they think I need a rebound guy. You don’t wanna be that, trust me. I’m totally fucked up.” He gestured haphazardly.
“Wait? They know I’m gay?” Kyle wondered out loud.
“Dude, they have better gaydar than N.A.S.A. or something.” Jared half-heartedly smacked the kid’s knee.
“N.A.S.A.? “ Kyle smiled at Jared’s lame attempt at a joke. “So you are on the rebound huh? What happened?”
“My boyfriend and I broke up last week.” Jared sighed, head falling back again, eyes becoming enamored with a spot on the ceiling.
“You break up with him, or he with you?” Kyle asked with sincerity. The young boy’s eyes focused on the chocolate speck to the side of Jared’s nose.
“I kinda did, or he kinda did maybe, it’s all sorts of fucked up. I got all mad at him and told him to break up with me and he listened, stupid mother fucker.” That unmistakable accent grew deeper, influenced by the alcohol.
“Why would you do a stupid thing like that?” Kyle slowly edged closer, unnoticed by Jared. The kid was obviously interested in those rosy lips, that small little dip in his chin. Well, obvious to anyone whose name wasn’t Jared Padalecki.
“Dunno, saw it in a movie and it just sorta played out.” His chest heaved in a deep drunken breath.
Jared’s sighed heavily as his eyes closed. Kyle dropped the pillow down to the floor; his hand fell lightly on Jared’s thigh. Kyle’s twinky form rose up; his tongue swiping over his lips, wetting them for Jared’s unaware mouth. Just as his head hovered closer to its goal, two hands planted themselves on each side of Jared’s head.
Jared’s eyes shot open, trying to adjust to the sudden form above him. “Jensen!” he shouted eagerly, a goofy grin sent deep lines to each side of his mouth. “This is Kyle…”
Kyle hurriedly pulled away, sliding to the side of the seat. Emerald fury burned deeply as the new boy turned his head to the now frightened boy. “Goodbye, Kyle,” the words came out in a deeper than expected growl.
Kyle scurried away, surprisingly without a trail of yellow fluid.
“Jared? What are you doing?” Jensen’s eyes softened as he gazed back down. His hand lifted, stroking Jared’s overly heated cheek with his thumb.
“Sandy ‘n Jeff made me come, I didn’ wanna.” His face scrunched, beer breath causing Jensen to take a step back.
The shorter-haired sixteen year old, rounded the love seat. “How many beers did you have?”
Jared’s head bobbled upwards to face his former boyfriend. God, his former boyfriend the thought hit him like a semi. “Four? Five? I dunno it’s all kinda hazy-ish.”
“Are you drunk?” Jensen prodded, already knowing the answer.
“I… am not sure.” Jared’s smile turned into a thoughtful caricature. “What does it mean if you do this,” he whipped his head to the right quickly, “and your eyes have to catch up to you?” His hands flew up, pointer fingers following the same motion as his head.
“Oh God. Jared, give me your phone.” Jensen tried to hold back his laughter.
“Why?” Jared’s chin fell to his chest, eyes looking guiltily towards Jensen.
“Just give me your phone…” Jensen held out his hand, waiting.
Jared shifted in the seat and shoved his hand into his jean pocket, removing the small device. He looked at it for a questioning second, before dropping it into the slightly older boy’s hand. Jensen flipped it open and his fingers typed faster than Jared’s brain could process.
Sorry Ma staying at Jensen’s tonight… call you in morning <3 you
He handed the phone back to the sitting boy. “Come on Lindsay Lohan.” Jensen grabbed Jared by both hands and yanked him to his feet. He draped an arm around Jared’s shoulder, his other hand placed firmly against the boy’s belly. The two boys staggered through their classmates. Sandy and Danneel greeted them at the door, opening it up.
“Heya Danni,” Jared blurted out. “You’re awfully pretty tonight.”
“He is drunk isn’t he?” Danneel looked at Jensen.
Jensen edged Jared over to his bed, dropping him as softly as he could. He grabbed one of Jared’s already large shoes and tugged it off, not worrying about the laces. He quickly did the same with the other. Jared stared absently at the ceiling fan, whirling above his head.
“Jen?” He asked.
“Yeah?” Jensen grunted as he shimmied Jared’s jeans down his body.
“Why did you break up with me?” Jared sat up, hands bracing him on the bed.
“You asked me to, doofus.” Jensen grabbed the bottom of Jared’s shirt and pulled it up over his head, Jared’s hands falling back into place afterwards.
“But, why did you listen to me?” Jared sat on the bed in nothing but his Fruit of the Looms and ankle socks.
Jensen quickly disrobed, throwing on a pair of plaid sleep shorts and a tee shirt. He nudged at Jared to get under the covers, Jared sleepily complied. Jensen slid in behind him and stretched to switch of the side table lamp. The two boys lay side by side, barely touching and staring into the dark. Cool air drifted downwards as silence grew unbearable.
“So…?” Jared asked.
“I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.”
“Yeah, I mean not really.” Jared reached up to brush Jensen’s chest. “I mean we…”
“We what?” Jensen turned his face towards Jared’s.
“We fit, ya know.” Jared shrugged.
Jensen erupted into fits of laughter. He quickly quieted down, so as to not wake anyone in the house up. Jared didn’t share his same amusement; instead his bleeding heart- puppy dog eyes followed Jensen’s every movement. Those baby greens turned to face the other boy, once he was down to a soft chuckle.
“You are such a corn-ball.” Jensen kissed the rounded bud of Jared’s nose.
“Care to explain?” Jared asked, his forehead still furrowed in confusion.
“You seriously need to get rid of that movie,” Jensen scooted over to Jared’s side, one hand grazing across the soft fuzz of his navel. Jared’s lips lifted in a blissful smile. They both turned; Jensen spooning right against Jared’s all-but naked body, familiar arms squeezing Jared in tightly.
Jared sighed complaisantly, as all was once again right in the universe.
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Date: 2010-06-04 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-05 02:37 am (UTC)You remember them? Geesh, when I was a young lil' whippershnapper we used to have to go hunt our lunch out on th.............*snore* Huh wazzat? Where's my prune juice dammit?
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Date: 2010-06-05 06:42 am (UTC)I actually had your layout for a few hours this morning, till I found this one. I am just so indecisive.
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Date: 2010-06-05 08:14 am (UTC)I know what you mean. I get bored easily and change mine frequently. I was looking earlier today, but couldnt' find one I liked. There are a few decent ones at
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Date: 2010-06-05 09:11 pm (UTC)Thank you, good sir
'911! Gay boy down'- LMAO
What movie are they talking about??
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Date: 2010-06-05 10:53 pm (UTC)OMG you haven't seen
You have to! It's like one of the cutest gay movies ever! It's about a musical theater student wanting to hook up with a go-go boy, and nothing goes quite to plan! It sounds kind of porny but I swear it should tickle your scmoop bone!
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Date: 2010-06-14 02:11 am (UTC)I'm glad that Jensen was there & that he is taking care of Jared. I don't know what movie they are talking about but I agree with Jensen about it. If it caused all of this Jared really should get rid of it.
I found something & not trying to offend but shouldn't "How’s our sulking Sammy?" be "How’s our sulking Jared?"
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Date: 2010-06-14 02:20 am (UTC)Sulking Sammy is actually in there on purpose, I am using it for two reason: it is a semi- shout out to Supernatural and it is an alliteration (same beginning consonant), because alliterative nicknames are cute and easy to come up with. ;) Sorry if that confused you...so no offense taken, i appreciate that you are looking out for me!
Thanks for reviewing!
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Date: 2010-06-14 02:50 am (UTC)That makes sense, it's like Curious Cathy, Gentle George...