WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THIS TIME TO WRITE YOU OWN FIC? HM? *-* “You ever seen your life flash before your eyes? It's not pretty.”
Jared snorts and Jensen thinks he might choke on his Thai food. “Your entire life, huh?” Jensen asks, eyes lifting to see Brayden and his best friend, Jordan, sitting side by side on the other side of the island. “What'd that take? Four seconds?”
“I swear, someday you're actually gonna be as funny as you think you are,” Brayden shoots back, shaking his head until his blond hair swirls around his face like a curtain. “Anyway, I was walkin' through the cafeteria during lunch, right? And I look at Kaley Whitaker's table,” his eyes cut to Jordan, who just nods, “and I realize that, of the six girls sitting there? I've messed around with five of 'em.”
“Because you are a golden god,” Jordan intones dryly, while shoveling another load of noodles into his mouth. Off of Brayden's unappreciative look, he swallows hard and says, “Well, what the fuck you want me to say, man? Congrats on stickin' your hand down the pants of the collective senior class.”
Jared takes a drink of the water at his side and shakes his head. “Isn't Kaley Whitaker the one who thinks I'm hot?”
“Probably. Aren't most of the girls he brings home ones who think you're hot?” Jensen snickers and then turns his attention back to Brayden. “You should really start dating girls with better eye sight, Bray.” When Jared's hand connects with the back of his head, he cringes and throws a broccoli spear over his shoulder. “Cut it out, ass hat.”
“You're just jealous 'cause they all like me more than you.”
“Yeah, that's the problem.” Jensen takes another bite, chews, and swallows, before tilting his head to the side. “It's 'cause they know I'm gay, right?”
“What? And they think Jay's some pillar of heterosexuality?” Brayden laughs like that's the funniest thing he's ever heard. “It's because you're a dork. And possibly hideous.” With a shrug, he goes back to studying the soup in front of him. Honestly? Damned if he knows why anybody thinks either one of his dads are remotely attractive.
Jordan huffs at Brayden's side and then looks up to find three arched eyebrows aimed in his direction. “Oh, come on!” he defends. “Anybody with eyes knows Jen's hot as hell!” And then he seems to realize what is coming out of his mouth. “I mean, ya know, if you're into that sorta, um . . . can you hand me that garlic sauce?”
Brayden looks from his friend, the one he's known since fifth grade, and then over at the guys on the counter. They're shrugging back and shaking their heads, like he shouldn't make a big deal out of this. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's something. Either way, Brayden's big mouth is only going to make it worse.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Of course, keeping Brayden's mouth shut would require a staple gun, super glue, and the threat of castration. “You?” Jordan shrugs, eyes trained solely on the Styrofoam container in front of him. “How . . . I mean . . . since when?”
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timeasmymeasure
Part 1/2
Date: 2010-04-08 10:04 pm (UTC)*-*
“You ever seen your life flash before your eyes? It's not pretty.”
Jared snorts and Jensen thinks he might choke on his Thai food. “Your entire life, huh?” Jensen asks, eyes lifting to see Brayden and his best friend, Jordan, sitting side by side on the other side of the island. “What'd that take? Four seconds?”
“I swear, someday you're actually gonna be as funny as you think you are,” Brayden shoots back, shaking his head until his blond hair swirls around his face like a curtain. “Anyway, I was walkin' through the cafeteria during lunch, right? And I look at Kaley Whitaker's table,” his eyes cut to Jordan, who just nods, “and I realize that, of the six girls sitting there? I've messed around with five of 'em.”
“Because you are a golden god,” Jordan intones dryly, while shoveling another load of noodles into his mouth. Off of Brayden's unappreciative look, he swallows hard and says, “Well, what the fuck you want me to say, man? Congrats on stickin' your hand down the pants of the collective senior class.”
Jared takes a drink of the water at his side and shakes his head. “Isn't Kaley Whitaker the one who thinks I'm hot?”
“Probably. Aren't most of the girls he brings home ones who think you're hot?” Jensen snickers and then turns his attention back to Brayden. “You should really start dating girls with better eye sight, Bray.” When Jared's hand connects with the back of his head, he cringes and throws a broccoli spear over his shoulder. “Cut it out, ass hat.”
“You're just jealous 'cause they all like me more than you.”
“Yeah, that's the problem.” Jensen takes another bite, chews, and swallows, before tilting his head to the side. “It's 'cause they know I'm gay, right?”
“What? And they think Jay's some pillar of heterosexuality?” Brayden laughs like that's the funniest thing he's ever heard. “It's because you're a dork. And possibly hideous.” With a shrug, he goes back to studying the soup in front of him. Honestly? Damned if he knows why anybody thinks either one of his dads are remotely attractive.
Jordan huffs at Brayden's side and then looks up to find three arched eyebrows aimed in his direction. “Oh, come on!” he defends. “Anybody with eyes knows Jen's hot as hell!” And then he seems to realize what is coming out of his mouth. “I mean, ya know, if you're into that sorta, um . . . can you hand me that garlic sauce?”
Brayden looks from his friend, the one he's known since fifth grade, and then over at the guys on the counter. They're shrugging back and shaking their heads, like he shouldn't make a big deal out of this. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's something. Either way, Brayden's big mouth is only going to make it worse.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Of course, keeping Brayden's mouth shut would require a staple gun, super glue, and the threat of castration. “You?” Jordan shrugs, eyes trained solely on the Styrofoam container in front of him. “How . . . I mean . . . since when?”