Title: Jemaine Says He's Sorry
Author:
katrina87Pairing/Character: Bret/Jemaine
Word Count: 564
Rating: G
Spoilers: For the finale.
Disclaimer: Don't own anthing, thanks.
Author's Note: I don't know what this is. And I tried to make it more slashy, I wasn't successful, sorry. Maybe next time. :\
Bret was flipping through the television channels (and there really were a lot of channels) when Jemaine walked into the living room and sat down with a big sigh next to him.
“Hey, man. What's up?” Bret said without looking away from the glowing screen. He felt Jemaine shrug.
“Nothing.” He nudged Bret with his elbow. “I made you something.”
“Oh yeah? What's that?” Bret asked without much interest.
“You could try and pretend like you care.” Jemaine said, sounding hurt.
Bret turned off the tv and turned to look at Jemaine. He widened his eyes in mock interest. “Oh my God, Jemaine! What did you make me?” He said in a high pitched voice.
Jemaine smirked, nodding his head. “Yeah, very nice. That's a bit over the top.” He threw something in Bret's lap. “There ya go.” He turned to pick up the remote and clicked the tv back on.
Bret picked up the plastic case from his lap and looked at the label on it. 'Bret's Apology Mix', it read.
“What's this? A mixtape?” Bret asked.
Jemaine shrugged his shoulders, his eyes glued to the screen. “Yeah.”
Bret sat up straight, looking back at Jemaine slumped against the couch. “You made a mixtape for me? Why?”
“It says 'Apology Mix', duh. Just wanted to say I'm sorry for firing you.” He said quietly, playing with the buttons on his shirt nervously.
Bret looked at the cassette again before speaking. “You didn't fire me, you can't do that.” He said matter of factly.
“Yes, Bret. I know. I'm saying I'm sorry, okay?” He sighed. “Can't a guy apologize around here?” He gestured wildly with his hands around the room.
Bret pouted and shook his head. “Yeah, yeah a guy can. Sorry mate. I accept your apology.” He said, patting Jemaine on the shoulder.
Jemaine shrugged. “Nothing to it.”
Bret reached over to the side table by the couch and grabbed his old walkman. Why Jemaine had made him a mixtape and not a mix cd, he wasn't sure. But the thought behind it was nice.
He popped the tape into the walkman and pressed play. Immediately, he heard the voice of Jemaine softly crooning in his ears. He frowned and pressed the fast forward button. It was Jemaine again. He fast forwarded. Again, Jemaine. One more fast forward. Jemaine, again.
He narrowed his eyes and pulled the headphones off. He looked over at his friend. “These are all you singing.”
“Yeah, well. I couldn't get the real songs to transfer into your iPod, and when I tried to just record them with the boombox I had some trouble. So I thought I'd just sing them. It was a lot easier.”
Bret looked at the list of songs on the piece of paper stuck into the case. He read some of the song titles outloud. “'The Apology Song', 'I'm Sorry', 'Sorry', 'Sorry So Sorry', and 'Hurt'. That's by Christina Aguilera.” He looked back at Jemaine. “That's a pretty eclectic mix, Jemaine.”
Jemaine nodded. “Thanks.”
He leaned back and put his headphones back on. He pressed play and had to hold back a laugh. “Is this Rubben Studdard?”
“Yeah. 'Sorry 2004'.” Jemaine replied.
“But it's 2007.” Bret yelled over Jemaine's loud singing in his ears.
“So?” Jemaine said with a confused look.
Bret shook his head. “Doesn't matter. Thanks, man.” He said, smiling to himself.