Fic: Jared Padalecki’s Journal, Part 9 [J2]
Sorry for the late posting. I *should* be happily watching SPN right now, but the local CW affiliate showed the Niners game and then chose to preempt Supernatural in favor of Vampire Diaries. Grrrr.
For all parts, click on the 'fic:jpj' tag. For rating, pairings and notes, see part 1.
Jared unfolded himself from the tiny rental car, stretching his limbs out with a groan. He grabbed the red forked tail laying on the passenger seat and fastened it to the back of his red shorts. He’d been looking forward to the party, even if it was apt to be mostly populated with people his parents’ age. Of course, that was when he thought Misha would be with him and he’d be able to show off his hot new boyfriend. At least he still looked cute in the devil costume that Beth had helped him assemble for last Halloween - he was wearing red soccer shorts, a wifebeater they’d dyed red (Jared’s sink has never been the same), and the devil horns they’d found at a dollar store, along with the tail.
He closed the car door and set off to hike down the Wallaces’ driveway - since he’d gotten there late, he’d had to park out by the road. He’d just say hi to everyone, check in with his parents, and then bail - maybe Misha would be done with his presentation by the time Jared got back to town, and they could have dinner or something.
As he crested the hill hiding the Wallaces’ back yard from view, he tripped on a root or something and fell awkwardly. Unable to get a hold on the short grass, he rolled down the rest of the hill, landing with an ‘oof’ against a spiky bush. “Sweetie, are you all right?,” his mother called, hurrying over.
Jared grunted, levering himself to his knees and brushing the bits of grass and dirt off. “I’ll survive,” he said, and stood up, only to see what seemed like a hundred people staring at him. No one seemed to be wearing a costume; they were all dressed for a fancy Texas barbeque, in pressed slacks and colorful sundresses. Shit. Double shit.
“What are you *wearing*, dear?,” his mother asked, brushing him off further. “It looks like you’re dressed up for Halloween.”
“That was the point, wasn’t it?,” Jared muttered.
“Jared, darling, how lovely to see you,” said an older woman, coming up to them.
“Ellen. Hello,” Jared said flatly. Ellen was one of his mother’s friends. She was nice enough, but took the chance to grope Jared at every possible occasion.
“How are you, honeybunches?,” Ellen said, running her hands over Jared’s shoulders. “You look scrumptious. Your mother said you’ve got a new boyfriend, is he here?”
“Um. He had to work,” Jared replied.
“Oh, *that’s* a real shame,” Ellen said. “Here, you’ve lost your tail.” She reached around and refastened the tail to his shorts, giving his ass a thorough caress in the process. Jared twisted away, trying not to squeak. “What a handsome devil you are, literally.” She laughed a bit too long at her own joke, as Jared smiled tightly.
“Ellen, didn’t you say you’d call everyone and tell them that the costume theme had been scrapped?,” Jared’s mother said, frowning.
“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to call you, Jared dear,” Ellen said, without an ounce of regret.
“Uh. I see Dad over there, I’m gonna go say hi,” Jared said, and hurried away.
~
Jared had taken off the tail and the horns, but he was afraid that now he kinda looked like a rentboy with an affinity for red. But his stomach was growling something crazy, so he decided to brave the buffet line. He hunched his shoulders and tried to ignore the stares of everyone around him.
“Hello, Jared, dear,” Mrs. Wallace said, when he reached the front of the line. She was holding court in front of the barbecue, bedecked in the most ruffled apron Jared had ever seen. “Don’t you look…colorful. Hamburger or hot dog?”
“Could I have both, please, Mrs. Wallace?,” Jared asked hesitantly.
“Of course, of course, there’s plenty of food, and you’re quite a large boy, wouldn’t want to send you home hungry. And call me Brenda, dear. Your mother, she said something about you bringing your new young man? Is he here? I’d love to meet him.”
“No, he had to work,” Jared said.
“Oh, I see. Well, that’s a shame,” Mrs. Wallace said, filling up his plate with meat from the grill. “You’ll have to bring him to one of our later parties. Oh, Jensen!,” she said, as the man in question walked by.
“Yes?,” he asked, turning toward them.
“Didn’t you go to Colonial Prep? Sherri said Jared’s new boyfriend went there too. Are you familiar with him?”
“We’ve met,” Jensen confirmed shortly.
“Is he good enough for our Jared, then?,” Mrs. Wallace asked teasingly.
“Definitely not,” Jensen said.
“I’m sure he’d say something similar about you,” Jared couldn’t help but snap back.
“Excuse me?,” Jensen asked, looking surprised. Wow, he’s really got that totally innocent look down, Jared thought.
“You heard me,” Jared said.
“Oh Jensen!” Danneel called, coming up to cling to Jensen’s arm, teetering on her very high heels. “Come partner me in lawn bowling, I’m horrid.”
Jensen stopped frowning at Jared and looked down at Danneel. “Of course, Danneel. Let’s go. Jared.” He nodded briefly before turning away.
“Well...” Mrs. Wallace seemed lost for words.
Jared took a vicious bite of his bratwurst.
A/N: OK, so I kinda hate the word ‘wifebeater’, but it’s such a precise description of the item in question. Feel free to replace it in your head with tank top, vest, or singlet, depending on your preferences and the variety of English you speak.
For all parts, click on the 'fic:jpj' tag. For rating, pairings and notes, see part 1.
Jared unfolded himself from the tiny rental car, stretching his limbs out with a groan. He grabbed the red forked tail laying on the passenger seat and fastened it to the back of his red shorts. He’d been looking forward to the party, even if it was apt to be mostly populated with people his parents’ age. Of course, that was when he thought Misha would be with him and he’d be able to show off his hot new boyfriend. At least he still looked cute in the devil costume that Beth had helped him assemble for last Halloween - he was wearing red soccer shorts, a wifebeater they’d dyed red (Jared’s sink has never been the same), and the devil horns they’d found at a dollar store, along with the tail.
He closed the car door and set off to hike down the Wallaces’ driveway - since he’d gotten there late, he’d had to park out by the road. He’d just say hi to everyone, check in with his parents, and then bail - maybe Misha would be done with his presentation by the time Jared got back to town, and they could have dinner or something.
As he crested the hill hiding the Wallaces’ back yard from view, he tripped on a root or something and fell awkwardly. Unable to get a hold on the short grass, he rolled down the rest of the hill, landing with an ‘oof’ against a spiky bush. “Sweetie, are you all right?,” his mother called, hurrying over.
Jared grunted, levering himself to his knees and brushing the bits of grass and dirt off. “I’ll survive,” he said, and stood up, only to see what seemed like a hundred people staring at him. No one seemed to be wearing a costume; they were all dressed for a fancy Texas barbeque, in pressed slacks and colorful sundresses. Shit. Double shit.
“What are you *wearing*, dear?,” his mother asked, brushing him off further. “It looks like you’re dressed up for Halloween.”
“That was the point, wasn’t it?,” Jared muttered.
“Jared, darling, how lovely to see you,” said an older woman, coming up to them.
“Ellen. Hello,” Jared said flatly. Ellen was one of his mother’s friends. She was nice enough, but took the chance to grope Jared at every possible occasion.
“How are you, honeybunches?,” Ellen said, running her hands over Jared’s shoulders. “You look scrumptious. Your mother said you’ve got a new boyfriend, is he here?”
“Um. He had to work,” Jared replied.
“Oh, *that’s* a real shame,” Ellen said. “Here, you’ve lost your tail.” She reached around and refastened the tail to his shorts, giving his ass a thorough caress in the process. Jared twisted away, trying not to squeak. “What a handsome devil you are, literally.” She laughed a bit too long at her own joke, as Jared smiled tightly.
“Ellen, didn’t you say you’d call everyone and tell them that the costume theme had been scrapped?,” Jared’s mother said, frowning.
“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to call you, Jared dear,” Ellen said, without an ounce of regret.
“Uh. I see Dad over there, I’m gonna go say hi,” Jared said, and hurried away.
~
Jared had taken off the tail and the horns, but he was afraid that now he kinda looked like a rentboy with an affinity for red. But his stomach was growling something crazy, so he decided to brave the buffet line. He hunched his shoulders and tried to ignore the stares of everyone around him.
“Hello, Jared, dear,” Mrs. Wallace said, when he reached the front of the line. She was holding court in front of the barbecue, bedecked in the most ruffled apron Jared had ever seen. “Don’t you look…colorful. Hamburger or hot dog?”
“Could I have both, please, Mrs. Wallace?,” Jared asked hesitantly.
“Of course, of course, there’s plenty of food, and you’re quite a large boy, wouldn’t want to send you home hungry. And call me Brenda, dear. Your mother, she said something about you bringing your new young man? Is he here? I’d love to meet him.”
“No, he had to work,” Jared said.
“Oh, I see. Well, that’s a shame,” Mrs. Wallace said, filling up his plate with meat from the grill. “You’ll have to bring him to one of our later parties. Oh, Jensen!,” she said, as the man in question walked by.
“Yes?,” he asked, turning toward them.
“Didn’t you go to Colonial Prep? Sherri said Jared’s new boyfriend went there too. Are you familiar with him?”
“We’ve met,” Jensen confirmed shortly.
“Is he good enough for our Jared, then?,” Mrs. Wallace asked teasingly.
“Definitely not,” Jensen said.
“I’m sure he’d say something similar about you,” Jared couldn’t help but snap back.
“Excuse me?,” Jensen asked, looking surprised. Wow, he’s really got that totally innocent look down, Jared thought.
“You heard me,” Jared said.
“Oh Jensen!” Danneel called, coming up to cling to Jensen’s arm, teetering on her very high heels. “Come partner me in lawn bowling, I’m horrid.”
Jensen stopped frowning at Jared and looked down at Danneel. “Of course, Danneel. Let’s go. Jared.” He nodded briefly before turning away.
“Well...” Mrs. Wallace seemed lost for words.
Jared took a vicious bite of his bratwurst.
A/N: OK, so I kinda hate the word ‘wifebeater’, but it’s such a precise description of the item in question. Feel free to replace it in your head with tank top, vest, or singlet, depending on your preferences and the variety of English you speak.