Jared is kind of a slob. Which means that any time Jensen needs anything from his room, it's a terrifying slog through piles of shit to a goal he's not even sure exists. It's entirely possible that whatever he was looking at was crushed under the weight of Jared's stuff.
Today, he was looking for Jared's copy of The Great Gatsby, which is hardcover and doesn't have its book jacket anymore, like all of Jared's books, so finding it is like looking for a needle in a stack of needles covered in piles of dirty laundry and death.
Which is how he finds the diary.
He wouldn't read it, except the first entry is dated from high school, and says Dear Jensen at the top, and how is he supposed to stop reading something that's addressed to him.
And when he finishes, he turns the page, and they're all addressed to him. It's years of love letters from Jared to him. It's not every day--sometimes there are weeks between them, sometimes months. Some are funny, some are sad, and they all make Jensen ache, because that's six years of stupidity, on both their parts.
If Jared had just fucking said something--
But Jensen could have said something too.
He's not really sure what he's supposed to do with this information. Well, obviously, he should immediately propose marriage, because his best friend loves him too, but he's not sure any good conversation in the history of the universe has started with the words, I read your diary.
Jared gets home before he can't actually stress about it.
"Hey!" he hears, and Jared is coming into the room and stripping off his shirt before Jensen has time to do anything intelligent, like getting up or leaving the room or dropping the diary, so instead he does the stupid thing and throws it mindlessly.
And hits Jared.
Jared blinks. "Uh, hi. What are you doing in here?" And then he recognizes the book, and all the color drains out of his face. "Jensen, I can ex--"
"I love you too," Jensen blurts out. "I mean. Yeah, that's what I meant." He pauses. "Also, I was not looking through your stuff, I was trying to find The Great Gatsby, and your room is a disaster area, and--"
"it is like looking for a needle in a stack of needles covered in piles of dirty laundry and death" Sounds like my kids' rooms - or, you know, mine when I was their age
Also? ...instead he does the stupid thing and throws it mindlessly. And hits Jared. This is the kind of thing that happens to me, but I like your ending better.
Jared is kind of a slob. Which means that any time Jensen needs anything from his room, it's a terrifying slog through piles of shit to a goal he's not even sure exists. It's entirely possible that whatever he was looking at was crushed under the weight of Jared's stuff.
Today, he was looking for Jared's copy of The Great Gatsby, which is hardcover and doesn't have its book jacket anymore, like all of Jared's books, so finding it is like looking for a needle in a stack of needles covered in piles of dirty laundry and death.
Which is how he finds the diary.
He wouldn't read it, except the first entry is dated from high school, and says Dear Jensen at the top, and how is he supposed to stop reading something that's addressed to him.
And when he finishes, he turns the page, and they're all addressed to him. It's years of love letters from Jared to him. It's not every day--sometimes there are weeks between them, sometimes months. Some are funny, some are sad, and they all make Jensen ache, because that's six years of stupidity, on both their parts.
If Jared had just fucking said something--
But Jensen could have said something too.
He's not really sure what he's supposed to do with this information. Well, obviously, he should immediately propose marriage, because his best friend loves him too, but he's not sure any good conversation in the history of the universe has started with the words, I read your diary.
Jared gets home before he can't actually stress about it.
"Hey!" he hears, and Jared is coming into the room and stripping off his shirt before Jensen has time to do anything intelligent, like getting up or leaving the room or dropping the diary, so instead he does the stupid thing and throws it mindlessly.
And hits Jared.
Jared blinks. "Uh, hi. What are you doing in here?" And then he recognizes the book, and all the color drains out of his face. "Jensen, I can ex--"
"I love you too," Jensen blurts out. "I mean. Yeah, that's what I meant." He pauses. "Also, I was not looking through your stuff, I was trying to find The Great Gatsby, and your room is a disaster area, and--"
Jared kisses him, and Jensen shuts up.
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Also? ...instead he does the stupid thing and throws it mindlessly. And hits Jared. This is the kind of thing that happens to me, but I like your ending better.
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