wb rps - highschoolery, part 9
So what could make a shitty day into a good one? How about more you-know-what? Have at it.
highschoolery, part 9
Jensen/Jared high school AU
[all parts]
The show is actually pretty good. Jared can't carry a tune in a bucket, but he knows what he likes and he likes this. Steve appears to actually be welded to his guitar -- it doesn't ever leave his hands -- but Chris is a jack of all trades in the music department, playing guitar, singing, attempting something complicated on the bass that doesn't quite work, hitting the drums with a stick... he seems to do (or at least try) it all. There's a break between sets, but Jared's not going anywhere -- he's standing next to Jensen and feels... well, "comfortable" isn't the word, but "less awkward" might do the trick. Jensen hums a little under his breath and just seems super-relaxed, which is probably helping Jared. Mikey, on Jensen's other side, seems bored but watches anyway, though Jared notices Mikey looking across at him every once in a while. Tom's blissfully ignorant of the whole thing, just staring at the stage and moving his lips to the songs he knows.
Midway through the second set, Chris searches the crowd until his eyes come to rest on Jensen, who immediately starts shaking his head. Jared turns to look at him, and when he turns back to the stage, Chris's mouth is set back in that sunbeam grin and Mikey's got Jensen under one arm, Tom the other, and they're literally dragging him forward to the stage. Chris's hand comes down, Jensen takes it, and Chris hauls him up. "Now my buddy Jenny boy here," he starts.
"Told you not to call me that!"
"Jenny boy used to sing with me back when his parents lived up in Richardson and I was stuck in Norman. When I moved down here with Dave's folks that was the end of that. And then what do you know -- he shows up in my backyard. Don't disappoint the crowd now, Jenny boy; show 'em your sweet sweet voice." Chris chuckles.
Just by looking at him, Jared can tell Jensen's already mentally nailed Chris to the wall, but he's up in front of some hundred and fifty people and Jared's pretty sure he's not the kind of guy to ruin a performance. When he speaks, his tone is light but sarcastic. "Right on, Chrissy-boo. What've you got in mind?"
Chris and Steve play and Jensen sings high harmony on three or four songs before Chris steps away from the mic leaving him there all by himself. His voice drops an octave, away from the high thirds he'd been singing over Chris, and he pulls, seemingly out of nowhere, a credible country baritone. It's much closer to his speaking voice, and definitely rougher than his sweet high notes (Chris hadn't been kidding). He sings and mostly pulls it off, though he forgets a few of the lyrics. The three of them finish off the show with a couple covers and there's several rounds of applause.
Mikey turns to Jared and says "so are you two going home or what?" in his bored, offhand way, but Jared's floored.
"Are we what?"
"I'll take that as a no, then."
"Yeah, I got a ride here with some friends, and I gotta meet them to head back."
"Sure you do," Mikey says, but it sounds like a taunt.
"What, I do!" Jared tries to figure out what Mikey's implying, but all roads lead to Jensen, and he's currently mobbed by the suburban slut contingent: caked-on makeup, boobs spilling out of their tube tops, and skirts short enough to reveal thong straps on top and acres of thigh on the bottom. Even at 6'5", Jared doesn't stand a chance against them.
Eric taps him on the shoulder. "Bobby's taking a piss, then we're gonna go -- see you out front in five, okay?"
Jared nods and says, "sure," but he isn't, not really. What he wants to do is wade into the sea of girls surrounding Jensen, drag him out by his collar, and ask him what the hell is going on. Since that looks less-than-possible, he's trying to come up with plan B.
Mikey's talking with Tom, but they're still standing near Jared, so he leans over and just asks. "So, uh. What you said before..."
"Hey, don't worry about it. If that's not your thing, that's cool."
"No! I mean. When you asked if we were going home, what did you mean?"
Tom laughs and Jared figures that's not a good sign. Mikey rolls his eyes heavenward and just says, "you know he's sweet on you, right?"
"Me? Yeah, right -- come on, he calls me 'pond scum.' Real sweet." But he's conflicted. He *wants* there to be more there, and that kind of scares him.
"Fine, fine, don't believe me. He just told me to tell you," and here Mikey leans forward until his mouth is right at Jared's ear. "He loves your dick."
Jared flushes head to toe and dashes out of the club. He sees Eric and the rest of the guys and knows he's the last one. "Saw you hanging out with Mikey Rosenbaum -- heard he's a big art fag." Eric's never been one to mince words.
"Nah, I was hanging with Tommy Welling -- his dad and mine worked together for a long time." Jared stuffs his hands in his pockets and tries to will the embarrassment away from his face as the five of them head for Eric's SUV.
When they're almost there, he hears "Jare!" from across the parking lot. He knows exactly who it is and refuses to turn around.
"Sounds like that Jenny guy calling you, Jare." Bobby turns around to try and see who it is, but the parking lot isn't well-lit and the shadows make monsters on the cars around them.
"Yeah, he's a prick."
"Really?"
"He's the new swim team manager and he thinks he's God or something -- I swear he's pushing me more than the rest of the guys."
"Maybe he thinks you can do it."
Jared pulls at the rear driver side door and climbs into the Explorer, seating himself and turning to look at Joe. "You serious? I never swam competitively in my life and now he thinks I'm the great white hope?"
"A great white shark, maybe," Joe cracks, and raises his arm to ward off Jared's fist, which is rapidly approaching.
"Yeah, whatever, soccer boy. Least I'm not baking on the field." Eric pulls out of the parking lot.
highschoolery, part 9
Jensen/Jared high school AU
[all parts]
The show is actually pretty good. Jared can't carry a tune in a bucket, but he knows what he likes and he likes this. Steve appears to actually be welded to his guitar -- it doesn't ever leave his hands -- but Chris is a jack of all trades in the music department, playing guitar, singing, attempting something complicated on the bass that doesn't quite work, hitting the drums with a stick... he seems to do (or at least try) it all. There's a break between sets, but Jared's not going anywhere -- he's standing next to Jensen and feels... well, "comfortable" isn't the word, but "less awkward" might do the trick. Jensen hums a little under his breath and just seems super-relaxed, which is probably helping Jared. Mikey, on Jensen's other side, seems bored but watches anyway, though Jared notices Mikey looking across at him every once in a while. Tom's blissfully ignorant of the whole thing, just staring at the stage and moving his lips to the songs he knows.
Midway through the second set, Chris searches the crowd until his eyes come to rest on Jensen, who immediately starts shaking his head. Jared turns to look at him, and when he turns back to the stage, Chris's mouth is set back in that sunbeam grin and Mikey's got Jensen under one arm, Tom the other, and they're literally dragging him forward to the stage. Chris's hand comes down, Jensen takes it, and Chris hauls him up. "Now my buddy Jenny boy here," he starts.
"Told you not to call me that!"
"Jenny boy used to sing with me back when his parents lived up in Richardson and I was stuck in Norman. When I moved down here with Dave's folks that was the end of that. And then what do you know -- he shows up in my backyard. Don't disappoint the crowd now, Jenny boy; show 'em your sweet sweet voice." Chris chuckles.
Just by looking at him, Jared can tell Jensen's already mentally nailed Chris to the wall, but he's up in front of some hundred and fifty people and Jared's pretty sure he's not the kind of guy to ruin a performance. When he speaks, his tone is light but sarcastic. "Right on, Chrissy-boo. What've you got in mind?"
Chris and Steve play and Jensen sings high harmony on three or four songs before Chris steps away from the mic leaving him there all by himself. His voice drops an octave, away from the high thirds he'd been singing over Chris, and he pulls, seemingly out of nowhere, a credible country baritone. It's much closer to his speaking voice, and definitely rougher than his sweet high notes (Chris hadn't been kidding). He sings and mostly pulls it off, though he forgets a few of the lyrics. The three of them finish off the show with a couple covers and there's several rounds of applause.
Mikey turns to Jared and says "so are you two going home or what?" in his bored, offhand way, but Jared's floored.
"Are we what?"
"I'll take that as a no, then."
"Yeah, I got a ride here with some friends, and I gotta meet them to head back."
"Sure you do," Mikey says, but it sounds like a taunt.
"What, I do!" Jared tries to figure out what Mikey's implying, but all roads lead to Jensen, and he's currently mobbed by the suburban slut contingent: caked-on makeup, boobs spilling out of their tube tops, and skirts short enough to reveal thong straps on top and acres of thigh on the bottom. Even at 6'5", Jared doesn't stand a chance against them.
Eric taps him on the shoulder. "Bobby's taking a piss, then we're gonna go -- see you out front in five, okay?"
Jared nods and says, "sure," but he isn't, not really. What he wants to do is wade into the sea of girls surrounding Jensen, drag him out by his collar, and ask him what the hell is going on. Since that looks less-than-possible, he's trying to come up with plan B.
Mikey's talking with Tom, but they're still standing near Jared, so he leans over and just asks. "So, uh. What you said before..."
"Hey, don't worry about it. If that's not your thing, that's cool."
"No! I mean. When you asked if we were going home, what did you mean?"
Tom laughs and Jared figures that's not a good sign. Mikey rolls his eyes heavenward and just says, "you know he's sweet on you, right?"
"Me? Yeah, right -- come on, he calls me 'pond scum.' Real sweet." But he's conflicted. He *wants* there to be more there, and that kind of scares him.
"Fine, fine, don't believe me. He just told me to tell you," and here Mikey leans forward until his mouth is right at Jared's ear. "He loves your dick."
Jared flushes head to toe and dashes out of the club. He sees Eric and the rest of the guys and knows he's the last one. "Saw you hanging out with Mikey Rosenbaum -- heard he's a big art fag." Eric's never been one to mince words.
"Nah, I was hanging with Tommy Welling -- his dad and mine worked together for a long time." Jared stuffs his hands in his pockets and tries to will the embarrassment away from his face as the five of them head for Eric's SUV.
When they're almost there, he hears "Jare!" from across the parking lot. He knows exactly who it is and refuses to turn around.
"Sounds like that Jenny guy calling you, Jare." Bobby turns around to try and see who it is, but the parking lot isn't well-lit and the shadows make monsters on the cars around them.
"Yeah, he's a prick."
"Really?"
"He's the new swim team manager and he thinks he's God or something -- I swear he's pushing me more than the rest of the guys."
"Maybe he thinks you can do it."
Jared pulls at the rear driver side door and climbs into the Explorer, seating himself and turning to look at Joe. "You serious? I never swam competitively in my life and now he thinks I'm the great white hope?"
"A great white shark, maybe," Joe cracks, and raises his arm to ward off Jared's fist, which is rapidly approaching.
"Yeah, whatever, soccer boy. Least I'm not baking on the field." Eric pulls out of the parking lot.