GyllenGuire
Fiction
Tobey Maguire/Jake Gyllenhaal.
Meet by accident: Meant by fate.
Eventually R for sure.
We've been wanting to do this for a long time.
Kirsten actually introduced us.
"You'll like him," she said. "He's smart, he's active...he's funny," she giggled in that way she has.
"Maybe I will, and maybe I won't." "Don't sulk, Jake. It's not attractive." She imitates my pose, arms crossed over my chest, one hip leaning on the wall, exagerating the way my lips sticks out. Ok, point taken. But still..."But Kirs-"
I mean, you meet the 'other guy', the one, you know, you've fucked the same girl, and now she's left each of you behind...what. What is that? Hollyweird, if you ask me.
Not like she did. She never asks. Smiles, and sets things up, and goes on merrily certain that nothing but good will come of it.
Well. I liked him in Seabiscuit. And Spiderman. And Cider House Rules. All right. He's a good actor. He's a great actor. Fine.
"But nothing, Jake. Straighten up. Smile. Oh, here he is. Tobey! Over here!"
Oh, boy.