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Title: I Can Has S'mores?
Author: ssstevie
Genre: RPF
Rating: PG
Warnings: It's schmoopy. I try for H/C, I fail.
Spoilers: nope.
Pairings: none.
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Notes: Okay. Dear Gods I cannot stop writing. This one is another RP Jared and Jensen. No slash. Just schmoopy and Jared hurt himself. It's for cindyls and SJ0126 who requested just such this thing. Hope you like it.
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“Dude. Why are you at my house? Don’t you have a girlfriend? Don’t you have siblings?”
Jensen was grumbling again for having to take care of Jared. He’d been in bad mood ever since Jared asked him for ice cream.
“I’m sorry to impose. Shit, Jen. You know my girl is filming a movie, and I can’t travel. And I live upstairs. And I did fall because you kinda pushed me. So shut it. And you know you wanted some ice cream earlier.” Jared was just as cranky. He had broken his leg this time. He was walking, just walking, and broke his damned leg. And he was bored. He hated being so still, but what else was he going to do?
Jensen felt bad. He did kinda push Jared, but a normal person would have stumbled, not fallen ass over ears and broken his damned leg. Truth was he didn’t mind Jared here. He was grateful for some company, but he really did have stuff to accomplish. He had planned almost every part of his hiatus. Now that was shot. Jared was like one of those big, sprawly dogs that thought it was a chihuahua. He was constantly in Jensen’s space. Most of the time it wasn’t a big deal, but today they both had cabin fever. At least Jensen got to drive.
“Stop calling me ‘Jen.’ You know I hate that nickname. We have a radio interview in the morning, so you can’t stay up all night playing Wii again. Then I-“
"Man, Jen, please stop planning every second of my fucking life. And I’ll stop calling you Jen when you stop calling me Gayred. That’s a shit nickname, and you aren’t funny,” Jared was trying for a stern tone, but his face gave him away.
Jensen sighed and went to get his car keys.
“What kind of ice cream did you want again? And I guess I’ll get pizza and subs and more cereal. If you keep eating like that, Gay, they are going to have to get Richard Simmons and a crane in here to help you off the couch.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. I wanted Phish Food. And Oreos. And any other kind you wanted to pick up. Ooo! Can we make smores later?”
Jensen rubbed his hand through his hair. Dealing with Jared was like dealing with an ADD five-year-old. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Best friend or not, Jared was going to have to get a nurse. Jensen decided to hire her himself. He’d get a Kathy Bates from ‘Misery’ look-alike. That should teach him.
Jensen turned around and said, “Fine. We’ll do smores later. But we are going to bed before four in the morning. We have that radio interview. And this time try to curb the cursing. What if little kids or grandmas are listening?”
“Shut up, Jennybell,” Jared teased. He knew Jen hated “Jenny” most of all. “I know how to conduct an interview. Go get the food and hurry up. I want to watch a movie. Die Hard? The Usual Suspects? I can’t decide. Oh, I’ve got it.” Jared broke into satisfied smile. Pizza, Phish Food, puppet sex and his best friend. The only thing that sucked was this cast. It was so itchy.
Jensen didn’t trust that look. He asked dubiously, “What movie did you decide on? I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? I’ll have to find a way to get lost on the way home.”
Laughing, Jared started singing, “I’m ronery. So ronery. So ronery and sadry arone.” He knew this would send Jensen into a fit. They watched that movie at least once a week. Jared was always Kim Jong Il, and Jensen was Arec Barrwin.
Sure enough, Jensen started in on the F.A.G. monologue. He did a spot-on Alec Baldwin. Jared was starting to get sleepy, though. It was the pain medication. He was doped a lot of the time.
Jensen noticed Jared drooping a little and told him he was going to the store and he’d hurry. He knew Jared joked just to cover up the fact that he was probably in pain and very uncomfortable. He’d never broken a leg before, but it didn’t look like much fun.
When Jensen got back and had put away all but the ice cream, he went to check on Jared. The poor guy was hanging half off the bed and looked so uncomfortable that Jensen smiled sadly at him as he went to help him. Jared rocked a little bit to the side, and he was still mostly asleep, but he noticed Jensen.
“I’m helping you back into the middle. Did you try to roll over? You have to be more careful,” Jensen was talking in a soothing voice, just to talk, really. He noted the time and it was an hour until Jared could have more pain medication. They would probably watch “Team America” when he woke up next. Jensen sighed. They’d be up till at least four in the morning.
Jared shifted his head to the side and looked over at Jensen through droopy lids. He said (in what sounded like a little boy voice to Jensen), “Thanks for taking care of me. Again. I know I’m always messing up your plans. But I’d do it for you, wouldn’t I? Let you live in my house with your broke leg.”
Jensen tucked the covers closer around Jared and just smiled at him.
“Yeah, you would, but you’re not a better friend than me,” Jensen said sarcastically which was probably lost on Jared in his current state.
“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. With ice cream.”
And with one last look at his friend, he headed to his office to rearrange his hiatus plans. But not before he laid out all the fixings for smores, so he’d be ready when Jay woke up.
Author: ssstevie
Genre: RPF
Rating: PG
Warnings: It's schmoopy. I try for H/C, I fail.
Spoilers: nope.
Pairings: none.
Characters: Jared, Jensen
Notes: Okay. Dear Gods I cannot stop writing. This one is another RP Jared and Jensen. No slash. Just schmoopy and Jared hurt himself. It's for cindyls and SJ0126 who requested just such this thing. Hope you like it.
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“Dude. Why are you at my house? Don’t you have a girlfriend? Don’t you have siblings?”
Jensen was grumbling again for having to take care of Jared. He’d been in bad mood ever since Jared asked him for ice cream.
“I’m sorry to impose. Shit, Jen. You know my girl is filming a movie, and I can’t travel. And I live upstairs. And I did fall because you kinda pushed me. So shut it. And you know you wanted some ice cream earlier.” Jared was just as cranky. He had broken his leg this time. He was walking, just walking, and broke his damned leg. And he was bored. He hated being so still, but what else was he going to do?
Jensen felt bad. He did kinda push Jared, but a normal person would have stumbled, not fallen ass over ears and broken his damned leg. Truth was he didn’t mind Jared here. He was grateful for some company, but he really did have stuff to accomplish. He had planned almost every part of his hiatus. Now that was shot. Jared was like one of those big, sprawly dogs that thought it was a chihuahua. He was constantly in Jensen’s space. Most of the time it wasn’t a big deal, but today they both had cabin fever. At least Jensen got to drive.
“Stop calling me ‘Jen.’ You know I hate that nickname. We have a radio interview in the morning, so you can’t stay up all night playing Wii again. Then I-“
"Man, Jen, please stop planning every second of my fucking life. And I’ll stop calling you Jen when you stop calling me Gayred. That’s a shit nickname, and you aren’t funny,” Jared was trying for a stern tone, but his face gave him away.
Jensen sighed and went to get his car keys.
“What kind of ice cream did you want again? And I guess I’ll get pizza and subs and more cereal. If you keep eating like that, Gay, they are going to have to get Richard Simmons and a crane in here to help you off the couch.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. I wanted Phish Food. And Oreos. And any other kind you wanted to pick up. Ooo! Can we make smores later?”
Jensen rubbed his hand through his hair. Dealing with Jared was like dealing with an ADD five-year-old. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Best friend or not, Jared was going to have to get a nurse. Jensen decided to hire her himself. He’d get a Kathy Bates from ‘Misery’ look-alike. That should teach him.
Jensen turned around and said, “Fine. We’ll do smores later. But we are going to bed before four in the morning. We have that radio interview. And this time try to curb the cursing. What if little kids or grandmas are listening?”
“Shut up, Jennybell,” Jared teased. He knew Jen hated “Jenny” most of all. “I know how to conduct an interview. Go get the food and hurry up. I want to watch a movie. Die Hard? The Usual Suspects? I can’t decide. Oh, I’ve got it.” Jared broke into satisfied smile. Pizza, Phish Food, puppet sex and his best friend. The only thing that sucked was this cast. It was so itchy.
Jensen didn’t trust that look. He asked dubiously, “What movie did you decide on? I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? I’ll have to find a way to get lost on the way home.”
Laughing, Jared started singing, “I’m ronery. So ronery. So ronery and sadry arone.” He knew this would send Jensen into a fit. They watched that movie at least once a week. Jared was always Kim Jong Il, and Jensen was Arec Barrwin.
Sure enough, Jensen started in on the F.A.G. monologue. He did a spot-on Alec Baldwin. Jared was starting to get sleepy, though. It was the pain medication. He was doped a lot of the time.
Jensen noticed Jared drooping a little and told him he was going to the store and he’d hurry. He knew Jared joked just to cover up the fact that he was probably in pain and very uncomfortable. He’d never broken a leg before, but it didn’t look like much fun.
When Jensen got back and had put away all but the ice cream, he went to check on Jared. The poor guy was hanging half off the bed and looked so uncomfortable that Jensen smiled sadly at him as he went to help him. Jared rocked a little bit to the side, and he was still mostly asleep, but he noticed Jensen.
“I’m helping you back into the middle. Did you try to roll over? You have to be more careful,” Jensen was talking in a soothing voice, just to talk, really. He noted the time and it was an hour until Jared could have more pain medication. They would probably watch “Team America” when he woke up next. Jensen sighed. They’d be up till at least four in the morning.
Jared shifted his head to the side and looked over at Jensen through droopy lids. He said (in what sounded like a little boy voice to Jensen), “Thanks for taking care of me. Again. I know I’m always messing up your plans. But I’d do it for you, wouldn’t I? Let you live in my house with your broke leg.”
Jensen tucked the covers closer around Jared and just smiled at him.
“Yeah, you would, but you’re not a better friend than me,” Jensen said sarcastically which was probably lost on Jared in his current state.
“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. With ice cream.”
And with one last look at his friend, he headed to his office to rearrange his hiatus plans. But not before he laid out all the fixings for smores, so he’d be ready when Jay woke up.