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drew at 04:57pm on 03/01/2007 under when i put fingers to keys, where everybody knows your name
drew at 04:57pm on 03/01/2007 under when i put fingers to keys, where everybody knows your nameThe roommate's boyfriend is here for a week. I am not sure how I feel about this. I like him, really, but since he lives on the opposite coast, when he's around she doesn't do anything apartment-related. Since she pays (a little) less rent than I do, I find this unfair. And yet... she doesn't get to see him often. I am stymied.
Instead, I give you Jensen. And Jared. Sort of.
Jensen is a creature of habit; when Jared blows into his life like a hurricane, life becomes anything but routine. This popped into my head a week or two ago, and then there was discussion of friendship rather than sex, and. ::waves hands::
Jared doesn't believe in setting his watch. At one in the morning, it kind of doesn't matter, but Jensen frowns when he tries to check the time. He pulls his phone from his pocket. One oh seven. LAX is always busy, but there are moments of swell and lull, like the airport breathing, and Jensen can almost feel the relief in its exhalation. They're thirteen minutes from a boarding announcement; Jensen wants a beer. He stands up.
"Where you off to?" Jared doesn't even look up from his PSP, too intent on smashing some guy's brains out.
"Beer. You want one?"
"Nah, I got some in the fridge."
"I meant now."
Jared presses START and the game freezes. He looks up. "What?"
"Do you want a beer." Jensen lets the end of the question drop like a statement would. "Nevermind."
"Yeah, okay. Something cheap."
Jensen tries to smirk. "Just like you?"
"Oh baby." Jared yawns. "The hell time is it?"
"One oh eight or nine."
"Who am I; why am I in the airport?"
"Keep trying and you'll be a real comedian one day."
Jensen picks up beer from the nearby sports bar, almost shuttered at this hour, and shuffles back to the gate. It might be illegal, but at this time of night, he's not about to sit around and watch some thirty second ESPN clip over and over. He passes a cup to Jared. "Next time you want to spend eight hours in LA, c'you give me more than fifteen minutes notice?"
Jared just grins wide; his tired eyes spark.
Instead, I give you Jensen. And Jared. Sort of.
Jensen is a creature of habit; when Jared blows into his life like a hurricane, life becomes anything but routine. This popped into my head a week or two ago, and then there was discussion of friendship rather than sex, and. ::waves hands::
Jared doesn't believe in setting his watch. At one in the morning, it kind of doesn't matter, but Jensen frowns when he tries to check the time. He pulls his phone from his pocket. One oh seven. LAX is always busy, but there are moments of swell and lull, like the airport breathing, and Jensen can almost feel the relief in its exhalation. They're thirteen minutes from a boarding announcement; Jensen wants a beer. He stands up.
"Where you off to?" Jared doesn't even look up from his PSP, too intent on smashing some guy's brains out.
"Beer. You want one?"
"Nah, I got some in the fridge."
"I meant now."
Jared presses START and the game freezes. He looks up. "What?"
"Do you want a beer." Jensen lets the end of the question drop like a statement would. "Nevermind."
"Yeah, okay. Something cheap."
Jensen tries to smirk. "Just like you?"
"Oh baby." Jared yawns. "The hell time is it?"
"One oh eight or nine."
"Who am I; why am I in the airport?"
"Keep trying and you'll be a real comedian one day."
Jensen picks up beer from the nearby sports bar, almost shuttered at this hour, and shuffles back to the gate. It might be illegal, but at this time of night, he's not about to sit around and watch some thirty second ESPN clip over and over. He passes a cup to Jared. "Next time you want to spend eight hours in LA, c'you give me more than fifteen minutes notice?"
Jared just grins wide; his tired eyes spark.
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