Fic: She Hates Me
Title: She Hates Me
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jensen is a barista. Jared likes to go to his coffee shop. Someone else is not happy.
Notes: Written for slurpyart for spn_j2_xmas. Thank you so much, jdl71 for the beta!
This coffee shop wasn’t that different from other coffee shops in the city. It was modern, had a minimalistic style of design, yet chic enough to be quite a popular instagrammable spot for teens, young couples, and even families with their young and old members.
The coffee shop, named Jen’s, didn’t have too many sets of tables and chairs-that was why patrons had to reserve before they could finally get seated. Like other similar places, it also had glass counters displaying cakes, pies-savory and sweet-cookies, and other delicacies, and behind those counters was where the barista prepared drinks ordered by his customers.
The barista, one of the reasons, if not the sole reason, why Jared had been frequenting the place so often as of late
“What can I get you this morning?”
Jared was taken aback as a girl behind the counter greeted him, grinning from ear to ear. Right. He’d almost forgotten. This place also had this waitress slash cashier slash anything else but a barista. Jared just never gave her enough attention.
“Just coffee, please.” He tried to be as polite as he could. She wasn’t his focus at the moment. All Jared wanted was his coffee to bring to the table in the far corner where he could stare at the stunning barista to his heart’s content. If he sounded like the worst stalker, let it be.
But she wouldn’t let go. “Are you sure? Our cakes are still warm, fresh from the oven.”
Jared chuckled. “Well, certainly the barista isn’t the one responsible for that?”
There was a strange gleam flashing in the girl’s eyes. Jared tilted his head slightly.
“Oh sorry. Are you the baker?” he asked.
“Me?” The girl scoffed. “Jeez, no. Can you imagine me kneading the dough?”
To be honest, Jared couldn’t care less about whether she could knead the dough or not. It didn’t even cross his mind either before or after she mentioned it. But of course, Jared didn’t say that out loud.
“Danni, stop pestering the customer!” A voice boomed from Jared’s left. “Go help your aunt with the new batch of cookies.”
“I was waiting on him,” the girl, Danni, scowled, but then she scurried away.
The voice’s owner turned up. “Hey,” he called out, smiling. “What do you want to order?”
In lieu of ordering, Jared’s heart skipped a beat, then began to race. About time he showed up.
Jared had always stopped by this place, gotten served by this man, yet every time he saw the barista, he couldn’t help but feel as if it were the first Jared met him.
The first time ever I saw your face… or so the song went.
“Wait a minute. I remember what you like. It’s pistachio latte, right?”
Words Jared almost managed to string hung in mid-air as his jaw dropped and he stared there, completely gawking.
“H-how did you do that?” Jared stammered.
“What?” The man frowned. A lovely frown, really, as Jared had always loved the lines in the corner of each of his eyes every time he laughed or frowned like this.
“How can you remember what I like to drink?” asked Jared.
“What’s not to remember a gorgeous man like you likes to drink?”
Again, he left Jared speechless.
“Jensen! Now it’s you who’s bothering him.” That Danni girl again. She was such a bother.
“I’m not,” Jensen replied easily. “Right, umm-?”
“Jared. The name’s Jared.”
“Jared. Okay. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jensen offered his hand, which Jared happily shook.
“Great to meet you, too. And no, you’re not bothering me at all.”
“See?” Jensen turned to Danni, smug-faced. “I told you to go help your aunt. What are you doing back here?”
Danni pouted, clearly not liking the situation she was in. She nodded toward the coffee Jensen was making.
“Don’t you think you put too much milk in there? Be careful or you won’t have enough for the next guests,” she said.
Uh, okay…
Jared watched as Jensen blanched. She’d dared say that while he, Jared, their guest, was still there. Jared couldn’t imagine how Jensen must have felt. Jensen paused, looked down, looked up at Jared, and smiled thinly.
“You have nothing to worry about, okay, Jared.” His voice was level though Jared could note a slight tint of a tremble. “We have tons of milk in the back.”
Jared nodded, waving his hand in dismissal. “Worry, me? Nah. Anything you’re making for me will be the best, Jensen.”
The man in question never once glanced at Danni, let alone responded to her. He simply finished preparing the drink and handed it to Jared. “It’s on the house,” he said.
“What?” Jared was taken aback. “Gosh, no. You don’t have to.”
“Yeah, but I want to. Hey, I’ll be done in an hour. You want to hit the bar next door?”
The girl might as well have never existed in the first place.
“Sure thing. I’ll wait for you. I’ll be there at the table by the window, yeah?”
Jensen laughed. “Go ahead.”
***
Jared never knew there was a gay bar nearby. He was totally fixated on Jensen’s café and Jensen to notice anything else.
“This is … something.” Jared laughed into his beer bottle. He was gay, but even then this kind of scenery wasn’t really his type.
“Then I guess this can be a good education for you.”
Jared chuckled. Jensen was a barista. This must be normal for him. Something crossed his mind.
“Uh, Jensen.”
“Yeah?”
“Does Danni know you’re gay?”
“She certainly does. Why?”
“It’s just-she doesn’t act like she does. I think she even thinks you’re hers.”
Jensen caught his breath. “Really? Nah…”
“I think she hates me, Jen.”
Jensen broke into laughter but then he apologized. “Sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. But you should forgive her. Danni is like that.”
“She does that to everyone?” Jared asked, incredulous.
“Well, no.” Jensen scratched his head. “Just to those obviously flirting with me.”
Jared went quiet. Then, “Shit.”
“Yeah.”
Right then a waiter, half-naked, went past them but his eyes totally lingered on Jensen.
“Guess what?” Jared said.
“What?”
“I’m gonna go full-Danni on him.” He glared at the waiter, who scurried away, and pulled Jensen close.
“Do you mind?” Jared muttered.
“Never.”
And he pressed their lips together. Poor Danni.
End
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jensen is a barista. Jared likes to go to his coffee shop. Someone else is not happy.
Notes: Written for slurpyart for spn_j2_xmas. Thank you so much, jdl71 for the beta!
This coffee shop wasn’t that different from other coffee shops in the city. It was modern, had a minimalistic style of design, yet chic enough to be quite a popular instagrammable spot for teens, young couples, and even families with their young and old members.
The coffee shop, named Jen’s, didn’t have too many sets of tables and chairs-that was why patrons had to reserve before they could finally get seated. Like other similar places, it also had glass counters displaying cakes, pies-savory and sweet-cookies, and other delicacies, and behind those counters was where the barista prepared drinks ordered by his customers.
The barista, one of the reasons, if not the sole reason, why Jared had been frequenting the place so often as of late
“What can I get you this morning?”
Jared was taken aback as a girl behind the counter greeted him, grinning from ear to ear. Right. He’d almost forgotten. This place also had this waitress slash cashier slash anything else but a barista. Jared just never gave her enough attention.
“Just coffee, please.” He tried to be as polite as he could. She wasn’t his focus at the moment. All Jared wanted was his coffee to bring to the table in the far corner where he could stare at the stunning barista to his heart’s content. If he sounded like the worst stalker, let it be.
But she wouldn’t let go. “Are you sure? Our cakes are still warm, fresh from the oven.”
Jared chuckled. “Well, certainly the barista isn’t the one responsible for that?”
There was a strange gleam flashing in the girl’s eyes. Jared tilted his head slightly.
“Oh sorry. Are you the baker?” he asked.
“Me?” The girl scoffed. “Jeez, no. Can you imagine me kneading the dough?”
To be honest, Jared couldn’t care less about whether she could knead the dough or not. It didn’t even cross his mind either before or after she mentioned it. But of course, Jared didn’t say that out loud.
“Danni, stop pestering the customer!” A voice boomed from Jared’s left. “Go help your aunt with the new batch of cookies.”
“I was waiting on him,” the girl, Danni, scowled, but then she scurried away.
The voice’s owner turned up. “Hey,” he called out, smiling. “What do you want to order?”
In lieu of ordering, Jared’s heart skipped a beat, then began to race. About time he showed up.
Jared had always stopped by this place, gotten served by this man, yet every time he saw the barista, he couldn’t help but feel as if it were the first Jared met him.
The first time ever I saw your face… or so the song went.
“Wait a minute. I remember what you like. It’s pistachio latte, right?”
Words Jared almost managed to string hung in mid-air as his jaw dropped and he stared there, completely gawking.
“H-how did you do that?” Jared stammered.
“What?” The man frowned. A lovely frown, really, as Jared had always loved the lines in the corner of each of his eyes every time he laughed or frowned like this.
“How can you remember what I like to drink?” asked Jared.
“What’s not to remember a gorgeous man like you likes to drink?”
Again, he left Jared speechless.
“Jensen! Now it’s you who’s bothering him.” That Danni girl again. She was such a bother.
“I’m not,” Jensen replied easily. “Right, umm-?”
“Jared. The name’s Jared.”
“Jared. Okay. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jensen offered his hand, which Jared happily shook.
“Great to meet you, too. And no, you’re not bothering me at all.”
“See?” Jensen turned to Danni, smug-faced. “I told you to go help your aunt. What are you doing back here?”
Danni pouted, clearly not liking the situation she was in. She nodded toward the coffee Jensen was making.
“Don’t you think you put too much milk in there? Be careful or you won’t have enough for the next guests,” she said.
Uh, okay…
Jared watched as Jensen blanched. She’d dared say that while he, Jared, their guest, was still there. Jared couldn’t imagine how Jensen must have felt. Jensen paused, looked down, looked up at Jared, and smiled thinly.
“You have nothing to worry about, okay, Jared.” His voice was level though Jared could note a slight tint of a tremble. “We have tons of milk in the back.”
Jared nodded, waving his hand in dismissal. “Worry, me? Nah. Anything you’re making for me will be the best, Jensen.”
The man in question never once glanced at Danni, let alone responded to her. He simply finished preparing the drink and handed it to Jared. “It’s on the house,” he said.
“What?” Jared was taken aback. “Gosh, no. You don’t have to.”
“Yeah, but I want to. Hey, I’ll be done in an hour. You want to hit the bar next door?”
The girl might as well have never existed in the first place.
“Sure thing. I’ll wait for you. I’ll be there at the table by the window, yeah?”
Jensen laughed. “Go ahead.”
***
Jared never knew there was a gay bar nearby. He was totally fixated on Jensen’s café and Jensen to notice anything else.
“This is … something.” Jared laughed into his beer bottle. He was gay, but even then this kind of scenery wasn’t really his type.
“Then I guess this can be a good education for you.”
Jared chuckled. Jensen was a barista. This must be normal for him. Something crossed his mind.
“Uh, Jensen.”
“Yeah?”
“Does Danni know you’re gay?”
“She certainly does. Why?”
“It’s just-she doesn’t act like she does. I think she even thinks you’re hers.”
Jensen caught his breath. “Really? Nah…”
“I think she hates me, Jen.”
Jensen broke into laughter but then he apologized. “Sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. But you should forgive her. Danni is like that.”
“She does that to everyone?” Jared asked, incredulous.
“Well, no.” Jensen scratched his head. “Just to those obviously flirting with me.”
Jared went quiet. Then, “Shit.”
“Yeah.”
Right then a waiter, half-naked, went past them but his eyes totally lingered on Jensen.
“Guess what?” Jared said.
“What?”
“I’m gonna go full-Danni on him.” He glared at the waiter, who scurried away, and pulled Jensen close.
“Do you mind?” Jared muttered.
“Never.”
And he pressed their lips together. Poor Danni.
End