A Jack Howard and Dean Dobbs Story 1/?
Slow clap for stupid title...*clap*...*clap*...ok, I'll stop now...
Rating: K+ unless the British (English?) terms I used are bad.
Fandom: OMFG It's Jack And Dean; Jack/Dean
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, slight Angst, Randomness
Warnings: Guy with guy, slash, etc. The farthest I go is just kissing. Anything beyond that just feels too weird for me. Probably some OOC-ness. As usual, don't like, don't read.
Summary: Dean's being a little bi- I mean...moody and Jack wants to know why. (I know...I can't summarize anything)
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack or Dean and obviously do not own OMFG It's Jack and Dean. I don't even know what I'd do if I did own them...probably die of excitement.
Notes: This sucks and it came out of nowhere. I'm going to have to do a dumb ending if I can't think of anything amazing. Oh well. Gold star sticker for effort? Please?
There's just not enough stories about these two out there. I guess this story takes place in present time?
And why am I talking as though I have thousands of fans? I only know of one for sure person who reads this (Thank you, JDubbs! :D) but it's all the incentive I need to post stories :)
All right. Let's do this.
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Jack tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch. "Well, we could do- "
"Not original," Dean interrupted, reading his friend's mind.
Jack groaned. "Well, then you think of something. I'm the only one who's been throwing out ideas. You've just been sitting there being all mopey."
"Sod off."
For the past two weeks, Dean had been more moody than Jack had ever seen him in the span of their friendship. Jack hadn't wanted to press the issue in hopes that it was just something that would blow over, but now, it was starting to get on his nerves.
"Oh!" Jack exclaimed. "Now you're angry. That's great. What is wrong with you? You usually can come up with something brilliant!"
Dean played with the hair in front of his face. "Not in the mood."
"You've been saying that for the past two weeks, Dean."
The brunet continued to fiddle with his hair.
Jack leaned forward. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.
Through the thick hair, Jack saw Dean's eyes flicker. "Dean? You know you can tell me anything. We're best friends, aren't we?"
Dean bit his lip. Suddenly, he stood up. "Don't want to talk," he mumbled and walked towards the front door.
"Where're you going?" The blond asked with a hint of worry.
"Out," was Dean's only reply as he grabbed his jacket.
"Dean, wait. I- "
The front door closed and Jack was left alone with a million questions. Besides the moodiness, Dean seemed just plain different. Everything felt like it was falling out of place.
Jack sighed and put his head in his hands. "Dean, Dean. What's wrong?" he whispered into the air. He thought about which of their friends could possibly know what was wrong with Dean and finally decided on questioning Bing.
Getting up, Jack exited the flat and walked into the cold night.
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AN: Ok, I don't know if Bing would've been Jack's first choice, but Bing seems pretty close to both of them, so that's who I chose. If you think it would've been someone else, you can just replace the name with your imagination. Yes, I know Bing lives in London, but just pretend this all works. Do Jack and Dean live in a flat? Do they even live together? 10 points for research, hahaha. I don't know where this story is going to take me. I'll probably post part 2 now.
Rating: K+ unless the British (English?) terms I used are bad.
Fandom: OMFG It's Jack And Dean; Jack/Dean
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, slight Angst, Randomness
Warnings: Guy with guy, slash, etc. The farthest I go is just kissing. Anything beyond that just feels too weird for me. Probably some OOC-ness. As usual, don't like, don't read.
Summary: Dean's being a little bi- I mean...moody and Jack wants to know why. (I know...I can't summarize anything)
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack or Dean and obviously do not own OMFG It's Jack and Dean. I don't even know what I'd do if I did own them...probably die of excitement.
Notes: This sucks and it came out of nowhere. I'm going to have to do a dumb ending if I can't think of anything amazing. Oh well. Gold star sticker for effort? Please?
There's just not enough stories about these two out there. I guess this story takes place in present time?
And why am I talking as though I have thousands of fans? I only know of one for sure person who reads this (Thank you, JDubbs! :D) but it's all the incentive I need to post stories :)
All right. Let's do this.
☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ
Jack tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch. "Well, we could do- "
"Not original," Dean interrupted, reading his friend's mind.
Jack groaned. "Well, then you think of something. I'm the only one who's been throwing out ideas. You've just been sitting there being all mopey."
"Sod off."
For the past two weeks, Dean had been more moody than Jack had ever seen him in the span of their friendship. Jack hadn't wanted to press the issue in hopes that it was just something that would blow over, but now, it was starting to get on his nerves.
"Oh!" Jack exclaimed. "Now you're angry. That's great. What is wrong with you? You usually can come up with something brilliant!"
Dean played with the hair in front of his face. "Not in the mood."
"You've been saying that for the past two weeks, Dean."
The brunet continued to fiddle with his hair.
Jack leaned forward. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.
Through the thick hair, Jack saw Dean's eyes flicker. "Dean? You know you can tell me anything. We're best friends, aren't we?"
Dean bit his lip. Suddenly, he stood up. "Don't want to talk," he mumbled and walked towards the front door.
"Where're you going?" The blond asked with a hint of worry.
"Out," was Dean's only reply as he grabbed his jacket.
"Dean, wait. I- "
The front door closed and Jack was left alone with a million questions. Besides the moodiness, Dean seemed just plain different. Everything felt like it was falling out of place.
Jack sighed and put his head in his hands. "Dean, Dean. What's wrong?" he whispered into the air. He thought about which of their friends could possibly know what was wrong with Dean and finally decided on questioning Bing.
Getting up, Jack exited the flat and walked into the cold night.
☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ ☆彡 ☆ミ
AN: Ok, I don't know if Bing would've been Jack's first choice, but Bing seems pretty close to both of them, so that's who I chose. If you think it would've been someone else, you can just replace the name with your imagination. Yes, I know Bing lives in London, but just pretend this all works. Do Jack and Dean live in a flat? Do they even live together? 10 points for research, hahaha. I don't know where this story is going to take me. I'll probably post part 2 now.