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wellownedbkup) wrote2008-04-09 04:43 pm
wellownedbkup) wrote2008-04-09 04:43 pm
cues, tourist in others' reality, jsquared rps
Title: Tourist in Others’ Reality
Prompt: Cues. 6-16-05. “Crippling circumstances” and/or any Dogs Die in Hot Cars lyrics. 30 mins for both. (lyric: but I’m just a nothing that doesn’t have a lot and I asked for your life but look at what I got)
Notes/Warnings: RPS (JA/JP unrequited). Rated PG.
It’s not the first time he hears the announcement. Nor is it anything that he wasn’t expecting. But each time he hears it, sees the video on YouTube, signs an autograph in the same vicinity as a fan gushing over it, his body seizes and he has to force himself to smile, to keep moving.
He must be a masochist for the number of times he’s watched Jared announce his engagement to Sandy.
Even now, he’s playing the dutiful best friend, the wingman. Not the best man, because that a spot reserved for his brother. And isn’t he glad of that? Of the opportunity to hide his face in half a dozen longnecks at the bachelor party, and to match it ounce for ounce when he’s back in his room with a hidden bottle of Jose. He has no responsibility but to smile in the lineup and flirt outrageously with his counterpart in the bridesmaids—Sandy’s best friend and cousin, twice removed…
Or something like that. He wasn’t paying that much attention to introductions as Jared’s arm was draped across his shoulders. The smell of his co-star’s cologne was making him wish for a Vancouver night, with Guitar Hero on the big screen and shoes at the door—just the two of them with no worries but memorizing the next show’s script. But he’s smiling and pretending that he’s not completely shattered by the news.
And the day of the wedding dawns and he can’t hold the façade forever. He’s in just his jeans on the back porch of Jared’s parents’ house (and how he was talked into that instead of staying safely some distance away in a hotel, he’ll never know), lighting up yet another ill-advised cigarette, when the object of his demise steps outside to join him. And nothing says loss quite like seeing Jared Padalecki sleep-rumpled and warm, looking like a downfall for any respectable actor. Jensen takes a long drag and tries to calm his weary mind, dust off the cobwebs of a week-long hangover, regain the best friend persona instead of the lovelorn co-star.
Jared leans down, pressing his head against the shorter man’s shoulder in a soft touch. “I can’t believe I’m getting married today,” he breathes, filled with awe and giddy with anticipation. And his co-star, his on-screen brother, his best friend, just smiles and takes another pull to speed along the sunrise.
In the chapel, with Jared fairly vibrating about six feet away and Sandy walking up the aisle, he knows he never stood a chance. She’s a vision in ivory satin and lace, cute and petite and just. Perfect cradled in under her husband’s arm. And Jensen can only hope his smile stays a smile instead of slipping into a grimace at the nausea he feels.
In the chapel, with all of Jared and Sandy’s families looking on, Jensen’s playing the part of a lifetime: the best friend, the on-screen brother, the co-star, the man who never fell in love with the giant puppy known as Jared. If it didn’t tire him so, he’d almost see the joy on their faces as they pass the rings. As they kiss and seal their union. As he loses the façade and disappears in the sweep of congratulations and laughter that follows the happy couple to the reception dinner.
Prompt: Cues. 6-16-05. “Crippling circumstances” and/or any Dogs Die in Hot Cars lyrics. 30 mins for both. (lyric: but I’m just a nothing that doesn’t have a lot and I asked for your life but look at what I got)
Notes/Warnings: RPS (JA/JP unrequited). Rated PG.
It’s not the first time he hears the announcement. Nor is it anything that he wasn’t expecting. But each time he hears it, sees the video on YouTube, signs an autograph in the same vicinity as a fan gushing over it, his body seizes and he has to force himself to smile, to keep moving.
He must be a masochist for the number of times he’s watched Jared announce his engagement to Sandy.
Even now, he’s playing the dutiful best friend, the wingman. Not the best man, because that a spot reserved for his brother. And isn’t he glad of that? Of the opportunity to hide his face in half a dozen longnecks at the bachelor party, and to match it ounce for ounce when he’s back in his room with a hidden bottle of Jose. He has no responsibility but to smile in the lineup and flirt outrageously with his counterpart in the bridesmaids—Sandy’s best friend and cousin, twice removed…
Or something like that. He wasn’t paying that much attention to introductions as Jared’s arm was draped across his shoulders. The smell of his co-star’s cologne was making him wish for a Vancouver night, with Guitar Hero on the big screen and shoes at the door—just the two of them with no worries but memorizing the next show’s script. But he’s smiling and pretending that he’s not completely shattered by the news.
And the day of the wedding dawns and he can’t hold the façade forever. He’s in just his jeans on the back porch of Jared’s parents’ house (and how he was talked into that instead of staying safely some distance away in a hotel, he’ll never know), lighting up yet another ill-advised cigarette, when the object of his demise steps outside to join him. And nothing says loss quite like seeing Jared Padalecki sleep-rumpled and warm, looking like a downfall for any respectable actor. Jensen takes a long drag and tries to calm his weary mind, dust off the cobwebs of a week-long hangover, regain the best friend persona instead of the lovelorn co-star.
Jared leans down, pressing his head against the shorter man’s shoulder in a soft touch. “I can’t believe I’m getting married today,” he breathes, filled with awe and giddy with anticipation. And his co-star, his on-screen brother, his best friend, just smiles and takes another pull to speed along the sunrise.
In the chapel, with Jared fairly vibrating about six feet away and Sandy walking up the aisle, he knows he never stood a chance. She’s a vision in ivory satin and lace, cute and petite and just. Perfect cradled in under her husband’s arm. And Jensen can only hope his smile stays a smile instead of slipping into a grimace at the nausea he feels.
In the chapel, with all of Jared and Sandy’s families looking on, Jensen’s playing the part of a lifetime: the best friend, the on-screen brother, the co-star, the man who never fell in love with the giant puppy known as Jared. If it didn’t tire him so, he’d almost see the joy on their faces as they pass the rings. As they kiss and seal their union. As he loses the façade and disappears in the sweep of congratulations and laughter that follows the happy couple to the reception dinner.
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(there's one spelling mistake I caught, "persoa" instead of "persona" *hides*)
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glad you enjoyed!