Fic: Gossip Girls (Yessica Holloway, Sandy McCoy, Josh/Yessica, Jared/Sandy)
Title: Gossip Girls
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They ran into each other from time to time, hung out in the corners of crowded rooms and talked about their other halves. Okay, gossiped was more like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. Or Supernatural. Or Yessica, Sandy, Josh, or Jared. Damn.
Author's Note: Um. I have no excuse explanation for myself. I was feeling crummy last night, and then happy again, and then I wrote this, which I acknowledge is crack!fic because, how would Yessi and Sandy really know each other? But, enjoy my strangeness anyway.
How Yessica Holloway and Sandy McCoy met isn’t really the issue. Let’s just say, if you hang out in Hollywood long enough, you’ll pretty much end up running in the same circles. And, of all of the circles of people that Yessica ends up being exposed to, she likes young, up-and-coming actors the most. They’re more down to earth, less jaded and cynical. They’re a lot more fun.
Yessica noticed her because she was one of the shortest people in the room - and so was Yessica. She was also keeping to herself, for the most part. Josh was talking to a few old friends, and as much as Yessica wanted to catch up, truth be told, she was bored. She loved being with Josh, but parties weren’t her scene. They weren’t Josh’s either, but they were only in LA for a week. That, and there was an open bar.
So Yessica nursed her first beer and ended up wandering over toward Sandy. That’s how they met. They ran into each other from time to time, hung out in the corners of crowded rooms and talked about their other halves. Okay, gossiped was more like it.
Josh is a dork. So is Jared.
They’re both bigger dorks when they drink.
Sandy and Jared have been together for a long time. Forever by Hollywood standards. So have Josh and Yessica.
Sometimes, Sandy wonders who Jared loves more: her or his dogs.
Sometimes, Josh drunk dials Yessica and talks dirty to her. Sometimes she doesn’t pick up, and he leaves her filthy voice mails.
Jared does the same thing. Sandy has the texts saved, and Yessica agrees that they are, indeed, as dirty as sin.
They agree on a lot of things. They picked similar guys. Guys who adore them. Guys who treat them right. The kinds of guys that they never thought they’d find. So yes, they’re dorks who love beer and who enjoy sending them obscene messages over the phone. And they couldn’t be luckier to have them.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They ran into each other from time to time, hung out in the corners of crowded rooms and talked about their other halves. Okay, gossiped was more like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. Or Supernatural. Or Yessica, Sandy, Josh, or Jared. Damn.
Author's Note: Um. I have no excuse explanation for myself. I was feeling crummy last night, and then happy again, and then I wrote this, which I acknowledge is crack!fic because, how would Yessi and Sandy really know each other? But, enjoy my strangeness anyway.
How Yessica Holloway and Sandy McCoy met isn’t really the issue. Let’s just say, if you hang out in Hollywood long enough, you’ll pretty much end up running in the same circles. And, of all of the circles of people that Yessica ends up being exposed to, she likes young, up-and-coming actors the most. They’re more down to earth, less jaded and cynical. They’re a lot more fun.
Yessica noticed her because she was one of the shortest people in the room - and so was Yessica. She was also keeping to herself, for the most part. Josh was talking to a few old friends, and as much as Yessica wanted to catch up, truth be told, she was bored. She loved being with Josh, but parties weren’t her scene. They weren’t Josh’s either, but they were only in LA for a week. That, and there was an open bar.
So Yessica nursed her first beer and ended up wandering over toward Sandy. That’s how they met. They ran into each other from time to time, hung out in the corners of crowded rooms and talked about their other halves. Okay, gossiped was more like it.
Josh is a dork. So is Jared.
They’re both bigger dorks when they drink.
Sandy and Jared have been together for a long time. Forever by Hollywood standards. So have Josh and Yessica.
Sometimes, Sandy wonders who Jared loves more: her or his dogs.
Sometimes, Josh drunk dials Yessica and talks dirty to her. Sometimes she doesn’t pick up, and he leaves her filthy voice mails.
Jared does the same thing. Sandy has the texts saved, and Yessica agrees that they are, indeed, as dirty as sin.
They agree on a lot of things. They picked similar guys. Guys who adore them. Guys who treat them right. The kinds of guys that they never thought they’d find. So yes, they’re dorks who love beer and who enjoy sending them obscene messages over the phone. And they couldn’t be luckier to have them.