If you have any respect for me as a writer... avert your eyes now!
Soooooooooo, I kinda wrote self-insert RPF that has might have entered Mary-sue territory.
But I did it for a good cause!
My former-flatmate/current-friend, Monique had her 21st B'day awhile back and I decided to write a story for her. She's kinda-really into Jared Padalecki, she wanted me in it and she adores schmoopy, cheesy fluff.
I swear I tried my best at the start to keep it Mary-sue free... but then I decided, screw it, if I'm doing a self-insert I'm gonna go all out!
But Monique thought I should post it and, in my biased opinion, it has some pretty good jokes in it.
DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY!! (I sure as heck don't)
Title: It Began With a Chai Latte and Ended With a Trip to the Hospital
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Characters/Pairing: Monique/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Jade (that's me) don't look at me like that, Richard Speight. Jr, Misha Collins, mentions of Vicki, Jaci and West.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: One for 5.19, if ya squint!
Warnings: Suggestiveness, very mild references to sexual acts, some very mild cursing and a massive pile of vomit-inducing, Mary-sue flavoured cracky fluff!
Genre: Humor/Romance
A/N: There is no Genevieve or Danneel in this universe... it's not that I hate them (well, I quite like Gen and I'm sorta on the fence about Danneel), it's just the they would have gotten majorly in the way.
Length: 5330
Summary: A Jared Padalecki would totally have the hots for Monique story... written by Jade for entirely selfish-wish-fulfillment reasons!
As she leaned back in her chair and sipped at the chai latte that warmed her hands through the mug, Monique couldn’t help but give a small sigh of satisfaction. Who was awesome? She was. Not only was she the youngest one invited to speak at the convention, she was the only one from Australia and after her talk the rest of the doctors now seemed fairly certain the sun shone out from the general area of her nether regions.
Not that she was one to get a big head. It just felt nice to be validated for something she worked so hard on. And Monique swore the grin she was currently wearing wasn’t smug at all, just content. Also how cool was it that she, a small town girl from South Australia, was sitting here at the last empty table - thank you very much awesome timing - outside a trendy café in Los Angeles the day after a career defining presentation? Life was good.
Being winter the sun wasn’t all that bright but that didn’t stop her from noticing when it was unceremoniously blocked out by a large looming shape. Looking up to see who had so rudely dared to steal her sunshine, she almost broke her neck. She couldn’t make out his face in the shadow but the guy was huge. At least 6’4” and there was defiantly some very nice muscle definition going on there. Yep, that’s right Monique, focus on the important things… like biceps.
Slapping her inner perv back into line, she whacked on her game face while glowering up at Gigantor.
‘Hi there and what can I do for you.’
Her voice held equal measures of polite and “hey, don’t mess with me buddy, you’re the one whose huge ass is blocking my light”. Ok, so maybe it was more attitude than anything but whatever.
‘Sorry to intrude but there are no more tables and I was wondering if I could possibly join you?’ he replied, humour lacing his voice, as one impressively large hand gestured at the empty seat across from her.
Well, how could she say no to that? He was surprisingly polite, especially after her cab driver from that morning, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it but his voice seemed very familiar. And rather sexy.
‘Yeah sure, no problem.’ Monique replied, feeling a little abashed about her previous manner.
‘Thanks!’ he sighed, ’I totally just need to sit and chill for a bit.’ He placed his mug on the table before lowering himself exhaustedly into the empty chair and…
Flaming Crap on a Cracker!
It was freaking Jared Padalecki, as in Sam Winchester, as in Supernatural, as in… please, for the love of all that is good, don’t hyperventilate and pass out because that would be massively embarrassing. Just as embarrassing as staring at him like an idiot!
Monique forced herself to smile politely at him before returning all of her attention to her tea. Because everybody knows that a chai latte is one of the most fascinating things one can come across. Don’t judge, she was just desperately trying to not look like a first-class doofus.
She was so messaging Jade on Facebook when she got back to the motel.
Jade was her roommate during her university days and the two had become quite good friends despite their differences. Monique had brown hair and brown eyes while Jade was a redhead with green eyes and freckles. Monique loved exercise and physical activity. Jade often claimed that she didn’t believe in running unless something was chasing you. Monique was a doer who liked people, Jade was a writer who preferred animals.
Also while Monique was very driven and focused, Jade was a dreamer who enjoyed nothing more than escaping into fantasy worlds. And she was always pretty enamoured with the one portrayed in Supernatural.
OK, maybe obsessed would be a better word but Monique wasn’t going to hold it against her. She herself may have only had a passing interest in the show but even that was enough to appreciate the eye candy potential. The cast was so very pretty.
So the two of them had spent many an hour discussing the various merits of Jared vs. Jensen, why Misha was so much more attractive in character and how they could swing getting Richard back on the show. (She had never really understood the Richard thing. Jade claimed he was ridiculously attractive but she couldn’t see it. He did seem to be a really cool guy though.)
It was all rather shallow of them but they were young and, as said before, the cast was so very, very pretty.
Anyway the point was, Monique knew that if there was one person in the whole world who would appreciate this situation and share her joy, it would be Jade. Plus they had unfortunately lost touch during the past couple of years, what with her research and work on PTSD with the armed forces in the Middle East. Finding time and resources for non-vital communication in a war zone can prove difficult.
She had heard that Jade had moved to the US and she almost face-palmed realising that she should have thought about contacting her friend before now. Maybe she was nearby. Perhaps they could catch up. That would be great, especially now she had a story about sharing a table with the Jared Padalecki. She could almost hear Jade’s voice now, good natured and strangely proud, bitching about it not being her.
She could also tell the redhead about her and Jared’s first date.
Wait, what?
Apparently she could conduct whole conversations, being witty, charming and attractive, while thinking about something completely different. And judging by Jared’s flirty grin as he asked if it was okay to pick her up from her hotel in a couple of hours, she was really awesome at it.
Huh. Good to know she had untapped skills. That could be harnessed to secure dates with stunningly attractive men… Mwahahaha!
‘S-sure’, she stuttered and if she was blushing, well, it was understandable. Have you seen the man’s dimples? Anyone who had a problem with it could suck it as far as Monique was concerned.
She could only hope that he would go over the itinerary for tonight again. Looking like a total muppet, by having no idea what was going on, was not high on her list of priorities.
The thousand watt smile that lit up his face when she accepted was blinding.
‘Awesome. I’m sure we’ll all get along fine. It was Jen’s idea after all that I find a date so I don’t die of boredom. And you girls should have loads to talk about right, given the coincidence. I might have bitched about her dragging us to this World War II exhibit but she’s actually really cool. I’m not sure where we’re going for dinner after but they said something about making a booking so hopefully we can squeeze one more on. Here’s my number, just in case you need it.’
He took her phone off the table and typed his number into it.
Jared drained the rest of his coffee as he stood up, carefully replacing the seat under the table. He gave her another of those dazzling smiles.
‘I’ll see you at six then’
‘Six!’ she echoed as she watched him turn to walk away. Then she made a mad dash for her phone. Fingers trembling she managed to get the desired message typed out and sent.
“My number, in case you need it! Monique ;) ”
As she packed up her things hurriedly, because she had a date with Jared Padalecki at six and was going to need all the time she had available to her to get ready, Monique swore she heard a beeping and a resulting boom of laughter that sent shivers down her spine.
***
It was five to six and Monique was going to have a coronary.
No seriously, that desk clerk over there should stop checking her out and call an ambulance. (Although the fact that he thought her worth checking out was a massive ego boost.)
What was she thinking believing that Jared Padalecki actually wanted to take her out? It couldn’t be real. She was a no one. Famous people do not just randomly ask people they meet on a date. It had to be a horrible, elaborate practical joke. She was expecting Ashton Kutcher to jump out from behind one of the lobbies many potted plants at any second.
Thankfully (or unfortunately, because really, how cute was Ashton and how awesome would it be to meet him?) there were no hidden cameras.
Just a leering hotel receptionist and Monique in her, frankly gorgeous, knee length bright red halter dress, that was tight to the hips before flaring out. (Her dream date dress. She saw it, brought it and until now hadn’t had the occasion to wear it. She fervently thanked the bout of whimsy that had convinced her to pack it for her trip.)
And then there were three, as the lobby’s main doors opened and Jared strode through.
Gosh, he’s tall. And apparently Monique’s brain had decided, at the appearance of Jared’s grinning face, to drop down to back up power and just go about stating the freaking obvious.
Honestly though, she was just trying to work out how she had survived their meeting at the café. Whoever said breathing was involuntary had obviously never been exposed to the man’s smile. Or his dimples. Mustn’t forget the dimples.
‘Hi’
And if Monique gasped in air unattractively like a fish out of water as she mumbled “hello” back, it didn’t show on Jared’s face. Or his eyes that were looking her up and down.
‘Wow, you look amazing. Not that I was expecting you not to or anything but…you know?’
Actor or not she was taking that on face value because he was being adorable, had said she looked good and, besides, she hadn’t been on a date in a really long time.
‘Thanks’, she replied, blushing like mad.
The change from adorkable to a slightly smug grin on his part was worth any lost dignity on hers.
‘You ready to go?’
Nodding she took the arm he offered and they walked out to his car. Neither noticed that the desk clerk, seeing the look the two shared, had returned to pretending to go over bookings while really reading “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” for the twelfth time. Hottie in the red dress was a lost cause.
***
‘So when you said Jen you meant…?’
‘Jensen, yeah… who did you think I was talking about?’
Monique just shrugged and tried to look endearingly clueless as they walked down the corridor.
Truthfully she had just assumed Jen was short for Jennifer or something and was the girl that had organized the whole night. Not that it really mattered and anyway, far more importantly, she was going to meet Jensen Ackles.
Mental happy dance! Woot! Woot! Do the hustle!
Jade was going to be so jealous. Like really jealous. Like rip-your-face-off jealous.
Did Monique mention that Jade was a “His talents are greatly unappreciated/look at that face/he is so underrated/I must watch everything he has ever been in!” Jensen fan? She probably should have. It seemed somehow strangely important now.
She must get onto Facebook later.
Although torturing her friend with the knowledge that she had met Jensen was a little bit mean. Maybe she would just mention how much of a gentleman Jared had been, opening doors, walking on the outside of the street and the like. Also, if her heart stopped having palpitations when she thought about it, she could try to put into words the way Jared looked at her. Major butterfly making material.
Jared brought them to a stop outside the door to an apartment effectively putting a halt to Monique’s mental message composing.
‘Here we are. Hopefully they’re ready but I wouldn’t hold my breath’, he declared and, with a long-suffering but obviously fond and exaggerating-for-company sigh, Jared knocked on the door.
Monique heard some faint voices, some footsteps and then the door was being opened. By a very shirtless Jensen. With shower wet hair. And a bashful smile.
It is Jared you’re interested in. Jared! Down hormones! Back in your cage!
‘Jay man, hi. I swear we’re almost ready, we just… got a little distracted.’
‘His Fault!’ a muffled indignant voice exclaimed from somewhere deeper in the apartment.
If it was possible Jensen blushed even harder before turning to call over his shoulder.
‘Well, if you’re going to wear that dress I can hardly be held responsible for my actions.’ turning back to them with a sappy smile he continued, ‘Seriously though, come in. Shouldn’t be more than a few minutes… are you going to introduce me to your friend or are you going to keep on being a rude bastard.’
Jared laughed a sarcastic “Oh, you are so funny! Why are we friends again?” laugh, as he pushed past Jensen and led Monique to the couch in the front room.
‘Jen, this is Monique. She’s a doctor from Australia who enjoys chai lattes and giving attitude to guys twice her size in cafés. Monique, this is Jensen. He’s a douche who I somehow manage to put up with and is so sickeningly in love it sometimes makes me throw up a little in my mouth.’
‘Jealous!’ Jensen shot back before offering his hand to Monique, ‘Pleased to meet you. Make yourself at home and don’t believe a single word he says about me.’
Monique shook his hand, giggling at their easy camaraderie.
‘Nice to meet you too. And don’t worry, I never trust freakishly tall people.’
Jensen’s laughter was genuine and warm.
‘Oh, I like her!’ Jensen chuckled. His voice then turned conspiratorial as he lowered it to a whisper, ‘If I can get her drunk enough to say yes and if you’re still around when the time comes you are so invited to the wedding. Might help keep this loser in his place. Also, so the guests aren’t covered in puke, I may need some help finding a new best man.’
Monique felt like she was missing something important but the invitation was such an amazing gesture she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
‘Jen,’ Jared cut in in a panicked whisper, ‘I haven’t told her yet because I totally forgot all about it. Dude, I left the ring at home.’
‘What the… Aw, hell. Don’t even joke about that Man!’
It took Jensen punching him in the shoulder for Monique to notice the sly twinkle in Jared’s eyes.
‘I’m going to go finish getting ready. Feel free to smack him round the head for me while I’m gone.’
With a wink, Jensen disappeared down the hall.
Monique sat down on the couch and when Jared sat down so close their knees touched, she thought her heart couldn’t beat any faster. Then he lent near to whisper in her ear. It was funny how wrong she could be sometimes.
‘Jensen’s proposing tonight. Good thing too. Getting her to commit before she comes to her senses, realises she could do better. I did forget to tell you but the ring is in my pocket. He was so freaking paranoid she’d find it if he kept it here so he gave it to me for safe keeping. This month is around the one year anniversary of when they met, six months since they got together. Tonight however is the only night we could get Richard and Misha to be around at the same time with Richard doing a dedication at the exhibit. Whoever would have thought Jensen was the romantic-propose-in-front-of-close-friends type?’
Monique was about to respond to that by melting into a puddle when she was interrupted by a disgruntled voice echoing down the hall.
‘Jensen Ross Ackles! For the love of all that is good in the world! You leave your towel on the bathroom floor one more time and I swear, in love with you or not, I will put my foot so far up your arse you’ll taste my toenail polish. You know it annoys me to no end. Don’t “Sorry Princess” me. OK, so pouting as well might work. (Giggling) No, stop, no, seriously get off, we’re going to be late.’
And no way did she know that voice. Or that phrasing. Because that would be crazy insane. An improbable coincidence. Implausible serendipity.
That would be the kind of plot twist found in one of those horrible self-insert-Mary-Sue fanfics Jade told her about and mocked relentlessly.
No way was that Jade’s voice.
But then the redhead was standing in the doorway, pinning a white flower into her curls, wearing a calf length three-quarter sleeved flowing green dress that was fitted flatteringly around her waist.
And her eyes were huge.
‘No freaking way!’ Jade breathed.
If she was one of those girls who did that sort of thing now would’ve been the time when Jade would have squealed. But she wasn’t so her smile just grew exponentially larger.
Luckily Monique wasn’t a squealer either so she just smiled back as she got up.
‘Way!’
They both ignored Jared’s exclamation of, ‘So, wait. You two know each other? I thought those jokes about Australia being so small everyone knows everyone else were just jokes.’
Jade quickly embraced her for a short hug before pulling away just as quickly, she was never really comfortable with casual physical affection.
She was however very good at talking a mile a minute when she was excited.
‘Jared said you were from Australia and your name was Monique and I just totally wrote it off as a coincidence. I never thought… but it made me wonder what you were up to and feel guilty about not telling you about… well you can guess. But we had to keep it on the down low anyway, the paparazzi suck but we’ve been photographed together enough now that most people think I’m Jen’s personal assistant… not pretty enough to be a girlfriend. Don’t make that face Jared, it‘s OK. I don’t mind really, saved me receiving a butt-load of hate mail from angry fangirls. And in the end I get to crawl into bed with Jensen Ackles every night. Yay for me. But seriously, I just sent you a message on Facebook, ’cause I don’t have your email anymore and it’s not like you ever checked it anyway. This is so weird and I…’
She was silenced by a pair of arms wrapping around her from behind.
‘Sweetheart. Breathe.’
Monique watched as her friend relaxed back into Jensen’s embrace, with her eyes closed and a lazy grin lighting up her face, as he nuzzled into the hair beside her ear. The couple were practically glowing. Jared was right. It was almost diabetic-coma inducing sweet. And Monique couldn’t be happier for Jade if she tried.
And as Jared absentmindedly grasped her hand while he smiled fondly at his friend(s), Monique refused to be held accountable for the images of double dates, holidays, babies born close together, a wedding that made them related, family get-togethers and joint grandchildren that floated through her mind.
She was a strong independent woman who was focusing on her career and had no illusions of holding Jared’s attention for very long. Besides last time she’d talked to her, Jade had been kind of anti-child.
And this was not a fairytale. Nor was it a special story created for her dream fulfilment by a friend as a birthday gift.
This was real life.
And her real life currently consisted of her friend head-over-heels in love and cuddling with Jensen Ackles while she was dating and holding hands with Jared Padalecki.
Life was pretty fantastic and damn it if she wasn’t going to enjoy every second while it lasted.
Also she may be a little blonde sometimes and that could be why she was only just realising that Jensen was going to pop the question tonight. To Jade.
Surreal didn’t even begin to cover it.
And watching the two of them together, there was no way Jade was going to turn him down despite the boys joking about it. It was seriously, pants-wettingly exciting.
Of course, just when she was getting swept up in the romance of the situation (there may have been the beginnings of swooning occurring), the moment was broken.
‘OK you two, as much as I would love to stay here and watch you be disgustingly mushy all night, if we don’t get a move on now we are going to be late. Jaci’s interstate for some reason I should have paid more attention to and Vicki is staying home with the baby, she doesn’t want to leave it just yet, which is weird because I don’t remember her being that overprotective with West. Anyway, that means if we’re late Rich and Misha will be there alone. Together. Remember the last time the two of them were left to their own devices. It took us two hours to convince the waiters that they weren’t really involved in Eastern European organized crime or a kinky same-sex couple where Richard was being emotionally abused. Which wasn’t helped by them holding hands, spoon feeding each other, talking loudly about whips and Misha calling Richard fat in-between whispering in a Russian accent into his watch. Those creative bastards are far too good at acting to be allowed to get bored together. Besides I’m sure the girls will want to catch up and tell us the wonderful story of how they know each other. Which they can do. In the car. On the way there.’
This impassioned speech from Jared was enough to get Jade to disentangle herself from Jensen.
‘You have to admit they do have panache and a certain je ne sais quoi. But you’re right, we need to get going. I promised Richard that I’d get there early enough to go over his speech with him. Plus I am super excited to see the exhibit. Richard says it’s awesome.’ the redhead moved over to the end table to pick up her handbag.
‘You two going to geek-out together over everything aren’t you?’ Jensen joked as he moved to gather up his keys and jacket. ‘It’s bad enough you act like a pair of thirteen-year-old girls when you get together, but throw in WWII memorabilia and it’s like observing a different species. The bond you guys share is disconcerting.’
Jade just smirked before pulling on a faux haughty expression. With a slap to Jensen’s backside, a snooty snort and thrusting her nose into the air, she spun around, leading the way out of the apartment.
When her, Monique and Jared were further down the corridor she turned to them and started speaking in a stage whisper, obviously for Jensen’s benefit as he was locking the door several feet behind them.
‘Ignore him. He’s just jealous I found the platonic love of my life. My nonsexual soul mate. If he has Jared then I’m allowed to have Richard. Besides, a couple months ago, I told him if Richard and Jaci ever split up he’s going to have to up his game, which seemed to upset the little baby… Ahhhno, stop it, I mean it, you’ll wreck my hair, no, no, no, seriously I will punch you in the face…’
Monique and Jared watched and followed as Jensen chased Jade towards the elevators, trying his best to tickle the sensitive sides of her waist, all four of them laughing.
It wasn’t until they had to separate to get in the car that Monique realised Jared hadn’t let go of her hand.
***
‘So, OK spill it. How?’
Monique had thought she had been very patient in waiting to get the full story out of Jade. They had let the boys have the front seats, allowing them to more easily collaborate in the tale of their roommate days. They had endured questions about how close they had been, how they had lost touch and even a cheeky one from Jensen about pillow fights that had earned him a smack upside the head from Jade.
Now all Monique wanted to know was how her friend had ended up with the celebrity they had both drooled over. It wasn’t a ridiculous request.
‘I fell into his lap. Literally. You know how clumsy I am. You two can both stop nodding in the front anytime you’re ready. I was working at a restaurant, clearing tables, because screenwriting doesn’t always pay the bills. Jensen was there with Richard, Misha, Vicki and West. I tried to take away the entrée dishes, put a foot wrong and next thing I knew I was on my back on top of warm thighs looking up into very pretty green eyes. My nervousness at working their table had absolutely no bearing on my klutziness. Don’t you snort at me Padalecki. Anyway, I could have died of embarrassment but luckily Richard took pity on me, joked the whole thing off and invited me to join them after my shift. We bonded and that’s how I joined their social circle.’
‘It then took Jensen six months to make a move even though he was besotted from that first moment. The big girl!’ Jared felt the need to chime in from the front passenger seat. ‘It actually took Rich, Misha and I acting as matchmakers for these two to get their acts together. We all knew they were perfect for each other ages before they’d even admitted it to themselves.’
‘And the rest, as they say, is history. We’re here.’ Jensen wrapped up. His blush did not go unnoticed by Monique.
As Jared hurried to get out and open the door for her, Monique couldn’t help but hope that maybe Jade’s romantic luck would rub off on her. The sooner the better.
***
‘Well, this is strangely poetic.’ Richard quipped as he sat next to Monique on the highly uncomfortable hospital waiting room chairs. ‘That’s three times she’s fallen for him. Twice literally.’
Monique had been right. He was a really cool guy.
‘On the plus side,’ he continued, ‘I think she would have offered you the bridesmaid gig, pain medication or not. Though I’m pretty sure it was the drugs talking when she asked me to be her maid of honour. Of course, with Jade’s sarcasm you never can tell. One of the many reasons I adore her. I won’t take it seriously this time. Besides I’ve met her sister. She scares me and I’m not sure I could take her in a fight for the position.’
Monique laughed as she watched Misha have an in-depth discussion with a nightshift nurse about the virtues of American mustard versus French. Jared had disappeared to the men’s room.
‘She was a little off with the pixies, wasn’t she? Although the percentage of it accountable to the anaesthetic compared to the newly engaged bliss is debatable. Jensen was precious though, wasn’t he? All concerned panic and “She said yes!” euphoria. Thankfully she had time to say yes before she went down.’
‘Did you see the moment when he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to puke or yell at the paramedics to hurry up? I would have laughed if her foot wasn’t that alarming purple colour. And speaking of precious did you see the way Sasquatch was looking at you when you went all calm-and-in-command on the situation. I think someone has a crush.’
‘And what would you say if the feeling was reciprocated?’
‘I’d say it was about time he found himself a nice girl. A position I’m almost entirely sure you can fill. If Jade approves that’s good enough for me.’
Their mutual smiling contest was interrupted by Jared returning. With a couple feet of toilet paper stuck to his shoe. Richard’s smile turned gleefully wicked.
Until Misha casually stuck out his foot from where he was leaning against the counter, without even looking away from his captive audience, stepping on the paper and stopping it without the taller man noticing.
Finally turning away from the bewildered looking nurse, the glance Misha shot Richard was calculated and jubilant. Like he knew he had just spoiled Richard’s fun and it had made his whole week. Richard’s return glare was murderous.
Hanging out with these two was going to be so much fun.
And that was when Monique realised she was planning for the future, which panicked her a bit. At least until Jared sat down beside her, throwing his arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.
‘So, do I know how to show a girl a good time or what? How am I going to top this? Our second date is going to be such a let down without Misha and Richard pretending to be food critics at the restaurant, Jensen proposing, Jade saying yes and then, while turning around to show you the ring, tripping over a flat surface and falling down a flight of stairs. It was like The Three Stooges do dating.’
‘I’m sure you’ll think of something to keep my interest peaked.’ And if that was her flirty voice, then she was doing something right.
Why shouldn’t she think about the future? Jared was talking second dates and she was at least going to have to come back for the wedding. It wasn’t as if she was tied to any one place. Her research really could be done anywhere.
There was defiantly something there between her and Jared. There was no way she wasn’t going to explore that. The possibilities were, if not endless, at least substantial.
A feeling of anticipation, contentment and certainty filled Monique as Jared took her hand and Richard bugged a returned Misha to show them all “that bendy thing you do”.
And the feeling only grew when a harried looking Jensen came out to tell them Jade had a broken ankle, some bruising and a slight concussion but she was going to be fine. She was however flying high on painkillers and it would probably be better if they all went home and came back tomorrow if they wanted any sense out of her because she was talking rubbish.
‘So no different from normal then?’ Richard remarked, a relieved grin on his face.
‘As soon as she stops telling me I have really pretty ears and that she wants to lick my freckles off, I’m going to tell her you said that Chuckles. We’ll see who her favourite is then.’ Jensen’s own smile was brilliant. And tired. The adrenaline from earlier was crashing hard.
Their small group said goodbyes all around, Misha offering to drive Monique and Jared back to pick up Jared’s car as Jensen was staying at the hospital.
As they began to walk away towards the car park, they were halted by Jensen calling out to them.
‘Hey, Jay. I forgot, but Jade said to tell you that if you don’t realise the opportunity in front of you you’re an idiot and if you hurt her or don’t keep seeing her, Jade is going to punch you in the groin. Her words, not mine. And that was before she had her klutz attack and was doped to the eyeballs.’
Yeah, Jared’s booming laugh really did send shivers down Monique’s spine.
‘Well, we wouldn’t want to upset the future Mrs. Ackles now, would we?’ Jared retorted, throwing a wink and a mock salute at Jensen before turning back around, grasping Monique’s hand tightly and resuming the trek to the car.
Butterflies? Check! Shivers? Check! Genuinely Nice? Check! Dimples? Double check!
Monique was sure this was the start of something special.
And Richard’s pretend gagging at the look she shared with Jared only served to confirm it.
The End Begining
I swore I'd never write something like this... *runs and hides in shame*
*returns with chin up*
You know what? I actually quite like this story (wish fufillment and self insertion aside). Bring on the haters!