Staying in the Know
Title: Staying in the Know
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings:Emily and Zooey Deschanel, mentions of Zooey Deschanel/Jared Padalecki
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:Don't own them, but I'm pretty sure they own me.
Emily sighed as she walked into Zooey’s apartment, nudging a bag of Cheez Doodles with the toe of her sneaker. Her knuckles were numb from rapping on the door for the better part of fifteen minutes, but when she walked into her sister’s bedroom, she could see why Zooey hadn’t exactly come running.
She was out cold, and pretty much snoring as she clung to one of Jared’s shirts like Linus with his blankie on a bad day. It was pretty cute, in a kind of disgustingly nauseating kinda way, which is why she only felt bad for about a second after she started shaking the mattress.
“Zooooooey,” she whined. “I‘ve been knocking and calling for ages.”
“Devil woman,” Zooey groaned. “How did you even get in?”
“I’m a stalker,” Emily chirped, smiling devilishly before shaking her sister. “Come on, sleepyhead, we’ve had this date for ages.”
“Siblings, especially girl siblings, dating is frowned upon in most cultures, Em,” Zooey mumbled sleepily as she rolled over to face the wall. “Go away, freak.”
“Well, alright, I guess you leave me no other choice than to snoop through your room and get all kinds of dirt.”
“Be my guest.”
Emily giggled, searching around the room before finally zeroing in on Zooey’s dresser. “Oooh, underwear drawer. Sure I can find lots of juicy stuff in here.”
She yawned. “Yeah, sure, whatever. If you find my vibrator in there let me know.”
“Overshare!” Emily exclaimed, wrinkling her nose as she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. As she walked over to it, and suddenly realized what it was, she found herself wishing for a pair of Brennan’s latex gloves. “There are boxers in your apartment!?”
“Yeah, they’re Jared’s,” Zooey said distractedly. Emily started with the patented Deschanel death glare and then Zooey realized that she was in big trouble. She bolted up, hurriedly wrapping the sheets around herself. “Um, I meant-”
“And you’re naked!? Jesus Christ, Zooey.”
“I was sleeping!”
She snorted. “Yeah, probably with Jared.”
“Well, yeah,” Zooey said weakly.
“You’re serious!? Oh my…you slept with Jared!” Her blue eyes narrowed and she pointed a finger at her accusingly. “You told me it wasn’t that serious and now you have a boyfriend and boxers on your-”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Zooey protested, suddenly wanting to burrow under her comforter and never leave.
“You slept with him, didn’t you? You go on dates, you spend time together; I would say that qualifies him for a place in the boyfriend pageant, don’t you?”
“Stop saying I slept with him like that!” Zooey pouted. “It makes me feel all slutty and dirty.”
“Because you have been slutty and dirty.” Emily plopped on the bed, gleefully burrowing under the covers. “And I’m very proud of you, which is why I declare a sleepover. Now, roll over here and tell me everything.”
Zooey giggled, looking over at the clock. “First of all, it’s like three in the afternoon and-”
“Which makes you a lazy slut,” Emily chimed in.
Zooey gasped and smacked her with a pillow before continuing. “And you’re a pervert.”
“I’m living my life vicariously through my baby sis!” Emily protested.
“Yeah well, still doesn’t change the fact that you need to get some, you prude. You’re worse than Brennan!”
“Oh! Oh, that was low, Zo. Waaay low.”
“Well, us sluts don’t exactly play fair.” She grinned, head butting her sister playfully. “Alright, dorkbrain,” she sighed. “What do you wanna know? And keep it PG.”
Emily smiled a little, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her sister‘s ear. “Do you love him, Zo?”
“Yeah,” Zooey said softly. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then get comfy and get me a barf bag, I have a feeling this is gonna be a very long night.”
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings:Emily and Zooey Deschanel, mentions of Zooey Deschanel/Jared Padalecki
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:Don't own them, but I'm pretty sure they own me.
Emily sighed as she walked into Zooey’s apartment, nudging a bag of Cheez Doodles with the toe of her sneaker. Her knuckles were numb from rapping on the door for the better part of fifteen minutes, but when she walked into her sister’s bedroom, she could see why Zooey hadn’t exactly come running.
She was out cold, and pretty much snoring as she clung to one of Jared’s shirts like Linus with his blankie on a bad day. It was pretty cute, in a kind of disgustingly nauseating kinda way, which is why she only felt bad for about a second after she started shaking the mattress.
“Zooooooey,” she whined. “I‘ve been knocking and calling for ages.”
“Devil woman,” Zooey groaned. “How did you even get in?”
“I’m a stalker,” Emily chirped, smiling devilishly before shaking her sister. “Come on, sleepyhead, we’ve had this date for ages.”
“Siblings, especially girl siblings, dating is frowned upon in most cultures, Em,” Zooey mumbled sleepily as she rolled over to face the wall. “Go away, freak.”
“Well, alright, I guess you leave me no other choice than to snoop through your room and get all kinds of dirt.”
“Be my guest.”
Emily giggled, searching around the room before finally zeroing in on Zooey’s dresser. “Oooh, underwear drawer. Sure I can find lots of juicy stuff in here.”
She yawned. “Yeah, sure, whatever. If you find my vibrator in there let me know.”
“Overshare!” Emily exclaimed, wrinkling her nose as she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. As she walked over to it, and suddenly realized what it was, she found herself wishing for a pair of Brennan’s latex gloves. “There are boxers in your apartment!?”
“Yeah, they’re Jared’s,” Zooey said distractedly. Emily started with the patented Deschanel death glare and then Zooey realized that she was in big trouble. She bolted up, hurriedly wrapping the sheets around herself. “Um, I meant-”
“And you’re naked!? Jesus Christ, Zooey.”
“I was sleeping!”
She snorted. “Yeah, probably with Jared.”
“Well, yeah,” Zooey said weakly.
“You’re serious!? Oh my…you slept with Jared!” Her blue eyes narrowed and she pointed a finger at her accusingly. “You told me it wasn’t that serious and now you have a boyfriend and boxers on your-”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Zooey protested, suddenly wanting to burrow under her comforter and never leave.
“You slept with him, didn’t you? You go on dates, you spend time together; I would say that qualifies him for a place in the boyfriend pageant, don’t you?”
“Stop saying I slept with him like that!” Zooey pouted. “It makes me feel all slutty and dirty.”
“Because you have been slutty and dirty.” Emily plopped on the bed, gleefully burrowing under the covers. “And I’m very proud of you, which is why I declare a sleepover. Now, roll over here and tell me everything.”
Zooey giggled, looking over at the clock. “First of all, it’s like three in the afternoon and-”
“Which makes you a lazy slut,” Emily chimed in.
Zooey gasped and smacked her with a pillow before continuing. “And you’re a pervert.”
“I’m living my life vicariously through my baby sis!” Emily protested.
“Yeah well, still doesn’t change the fact that you need to get some, you prude. You’re worse than Brennan!”
“Oh! Oh, that was low, Zo. Waaay low.”
“Well, us sluts don’t exactly play fair.” She grinned, head butting her sister playfully. “Alright, dorkbrain,” she sighed. “What do you wanna know? And keep it PG.”
Emily smiled a little, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her sister‘s ear. “Do you love him, Zo?”
“Yeah,” Zooey said softly. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then get comfy and get me a barf bag, I have a feeling this is gonna be a very long night.”