Only the Lonely
Title: Only the Lonely
Fandom:RPF
Characters/Pairings:Chad Michael Murray/Emily Deschanel, mentions of Jared Padalecki/Zooey Deschanel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once, but if it did I want to see the pictures and the negatives.
Note: More of a tease that will only need to more lonely!Chad/Em that are in need of *cough* comforting. Just wanted to get this part posted while Chad was still in my head.
When Zooey calls to cancel their dinner plans because of a date with Jared she seemed to have forgotten, Emily doesn’t cry, or even scream, she does something much, much worse. She smiles. She smiles and uses that fake, chipper voice that we all hate to hear coming out of our friend’s mouths.
Emily knows she’s lying, and Zooey, well Zooey definitely knows it too.
She mumbles an apology, and promises to have dinner with her every day for a week, even, but it’s too late.
When Emily hangs up, she knows the damage is done. Her sister has a new best friend, a new person to whisper secrets too, a new person to have an entirely different kind of sleepover with. As she crosses over to the couch and collapses into a miserable little heap of despair, she realizes just how awful of a person this little tantrum makes her. Zooey’s her sister, and sisters should be happy for each other, right? While Zo’s break up with Jason seemed civil enough from Em’s end, she knew that it had taken her sister a long time to heal, and Jared was a great guy, right?
Okay, so she didn’t know him that well. They had only had a handful of conversations before they were interrupted when Zooey or one of his friends decided to bail him out. Zooey said it was because Emily turned into Brennan when Jared was around. She was too nosey, too abrasive, to thorough with her questioning and that freaked Jared out. Emily wanted to tell her that when she got a boyfriend, Zooey would probably give him the third degree too, but this only made her remember that she was thirty, single, and probably destined to live out her life as a cat lady. She was already on a show about a woman who loved dead bodies a little too much, she could only have so much weirdness surrounding her before people started comparing her to Angelina Jolie, or even worse, Michael Jackson.
None of these thoughts are particularly comforting, which is why she nearly jumps for joy when the phone rings. Maybe it’s Melanie or Sam calling to rescue her from a night of sitting on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune reruns.
“Starfish! We need to talk.”
Or maybe it’s Chad Michael Murray calling to make her day even more miserable. His little crush on her, while flattering, kinda freaked her out. Even if there wasn’t an age gap, she’d still be a little worried about going out with him. After all, a guy whose nickname was Mayhem was bound to be a little… out of it. Not to mention he was a divorcee (and a cheating one at that) before he reached twenty five.
“Chad, I don’t wanna talk. Can’t you just bug Jared?”
“That’s the problem. That and your sister being an evil whorebag.”
“What!? You watch what you say about my sister,” she snaps. “Besides, I thought you liked Zooey.”
“I did! Although she’s not nearly as smoking as you Starfish,” he adds smoothly.
Emily sighs, brushing back her hair with her palm. “Then what happened, Chad?”
“She stole my best friend!”
She bit her lip, softening a little. “Ditched you, huh?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Me too,” Emily admitted. “We made dinner plans the other day, but there was some mystery date or something?”
“Same with me. Christ, this is worse than Sandy, he won’t shut up.”
“Tell me about it,” Emily agreed. “I mean, I got used to hearing the daily ode to Jason, but if I have to hear about Jared’s dogs or his dimples one more time-”
“Or your sister’s amazing blue eyes,” Chad cut in.
“Well, they’re not half bad,” Em she said smugly.
“Well, you have a point there, I mean-” Chad stops, suddenly serious. “Emily?”
“What?”
“Are we having an actual conversation?”
She laughs and feels a blush starting to creep into her cheeks that makes her grateful that satellite phones are possible, but not popular.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she says awkwardly.
“Weird, huh?”
“We must be sick,” she jokes. Or miserable, her brain fills in. Then she does something even weirder, something she can’t blame on misery, or alcohol, or anything else. She invites him over, because she actually wants to.
There’s a pause at the other end, and it’s anything but comfortable. She hears him take a breath, and can practically see him smiling that awkward little grin of his that makes every preteen in a ten mile radius swoon.
“Is this some kinda joke, Deschanel?”
“Forget it,” she says quickly. “It was a stupid idea, I just figured I’d… I mean, since we’re both-”
“I’ll be over in a half hour.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but he’s already disconnected. She stares at the receiver for a moment before whispering: “A half hour would be great.”
Fandom:RPF
Characters/Pairings:Chad Michael Murray/Emily Deschanel, mentions of Jared Padalecki/Zooey Deschanel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once, but if it did I want to see the pictures and the negatives.
Note: More of a tease that will only need to more lonely!Chad/Em that are in need of *cough* comforting. Just wanted to get this part posted while Chad was still in my head.
When Zooey calls to cancel their dinner plans because of a date with Jared she seemed to have forgotten, Emily doesn’t cry, or even scream, she does something much, much worse. She smiles. She smiles and uses that fake, chipper voice that we all hate to hear coming out of our friend’s mouths.
Emily knows she’s lying, and Zooey, well Zooey definitely knows it too.
She mumbles an apology, and promises to have dinner with her every day for a week, even, but it’s too late.
When Emily hangs up, she knows the damage is done. Her sister has a new best friend, a new person to whisper secrets too, a new person to have an entirely different kind of sleepover with. As she crosses over to the couch and collapses into a miserable little heap of despair, she realizes just how awful of a person this little tantrum makes her. Zooey’s her sister, and sisters should be happy for each other, right? While Zo’s break up with Jason seemed civil enough from Em’s end, she knew that it had taken her sister a long time to heal, and Jared was a great guy, right?
Okay, so she didn’t know him that well. They had only had a handful of conversations before they were interrupted when Zooey or one of his friends decided to bail him out. Zooey said it was because Emily turned into Brennan when Jared was around. She was too nosey, too abrasive, to thorough with her questioning and that freaked Jared out. Emily wanted to tell her that when she got a boyfriend, Zooey would probably give him the third degree too, but this only made her remember that she was thirty, single, and probably destined to live out her life as a cat lady. She was already on a show about a woman who loved dead bodies a little too much, she could only have so much weirdness surrounding her before people started comparing her to Angelina Jolie, or even worse, Michael Jackson.
None of these thoughts are particularly comforting, which is why she nearly jumps for joy when the phone rings. Maybe it’s Melanie or Sam calling to rescue her from a night of sitting on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune reruns.
“Starfish! We need to talk.”
Or maybe it’s Chad Michael Murray calling to make her day even more miserable. His little crush on her, while flattering, kinda freaked her out. Even if there wasn’t an age gap, she’d still be a little worried about going out with him. After all, a guy whose nickname was Mayhem was bound to be a little… out of it. Not to mention he was a divorcee (and a cheating one at that) before he reached twenty five.
“Chad, I don’t wanna talk. Can’t you just bug Jared?”
“That’s the problem. That and your sister being an evil whorebag.”
“What!? You watch what you say about my sister,” she snaps. “Besides, I thought you liked Zooey.”
“I did! Although she’s not nearly as smoking as you Starfish,” he adds smoothly.
Emily sighs, brushing back her hair with her palm. “Then what happened, Chad?”
“She stole my best friend!”
She bit her lip, softening a little. “Ditched you, huh?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Me too,” Emily admitted. “We made dinner plans the other day, but there was some mystery date or something?”
“Same with me. Christ, this is worse than Sandy, he won’t shut up.”
“Tell me about it,” Emily agreed. “I mean, I got used to hearing the daily ode to Jason, but if I have to hear about Jared’s dogs or his dimples one more time-”
“Or your sister’s amazing blue eyes,” Chad cut in.
“Well, they’re not half bad,” Em she said smugly.
“Well, you have a point there, I mean-” Chad stops, suddenly serious. “Emily?”
“What?”
“Are we having an actual conversation?”
She laughs and feels a blush starting to creep into her cheeks that makes her grateful that satellite phones are possible, but not popular.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she says awkwardly.
“Weird, huh?”
“We must be sick,” she jokes. Or miserable, her brain fills in. Then she does something even weirder, something she can’t blame on misery, or alcohol, or anything else. She invites him over, because she actually wants to.
There’s a pause at the other end, and it’s anything but comfortable. She hears him take a breath, and can practically see him smiling that awkward little grin of his that makes every preteen in a ten mile radius swoon.
“Is this some kinda joke, Deschanel?”
“Forget it,” she says quickly. “It was a stupid idea, I just figured I’d… I mean, since we’re both-”
“I’ll be over in a half hour.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but he’s already disconnected. She stares at the receiver for a moment before whispering: “A half hour would be great.”