Leap of Faith - Chapter 3
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something_rareTitle: Leap of Faith
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki (eventually), Mentions of Jensen/OMC, Jared/OMC and Others
Other Characters: Tom Welling, Chris Kane, Danneel Harris, Misha Collins
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 3,092
Disclaimer: 100% Pure Fiction
Summary: AU / Everybody has a dream. Some people make their dreams come true. Some just let their life slip by thinking about it.
"Jensen!" Tom yelled as Jensen walked out of his room with newspaper in his hand, "Jensen!" He walked into the kitchen to see Jared and Tom standing there, trying to cook, "Jensen, help!"
"And what exactly are you trying to do here?" Jensen asked as he walked over, taking a spoon away from Tom and pushed him out of the kitchen and took a pot holder away from Jared and pushed him away as well.
“We were hungry and there is hardly any food in here,” Jared said sheepishly.
"Tell me what you guys want to eat and I'll cook it."
"Just some simple spaghetti," Tom yelled back into the kitchen.
It had been two weeks since they had moved to Nashville. When the three boys had finally got to the city, they had bought a newspaper and started looking around at some apartments and luckily enough, after just two nights of staying at a hotel, they found a perfect place with three bedrooms, which were pretty small, but at the same time, pretty cheap. They moved in immediately. The best part for Jensen was the fact that his room was next to Jared's.
In the past fourteen days since they had moved to Nashville, Jensen had noticed a change in Jared. He was talking to Jensen a lot more and on a deeper level. Some nights, they would just sit up until two o'clock in the kitchen talking about their lives and their plans while Tom was snoring in his sleep. What Jensen loved more was the fact that they would just sat there talking about all that while Jared had nothing on but his boxers. Jensen loved his new life. Absolutely.
Jensen walked over to the cabinet to take a jar of spaghetti sauce and pack of cheese, only to find the cabinet empty. He turned off the stove and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where the guys were, sitting on the sofa. Jared was on the phone, so he looked at Tom.
"We need spaghetti sauce and a pack of cheese."
"What are you looking at me for then?"
"Because you are going to the store and get them for me if you want to eat anytime soon."
"Fine! I was planning to go out anyway. I'll be back later," Tom said as he walked over to the door, leaving the apartment.
Jensen sighed and walked over, sitting down in a chair beside the sofa and looked at the TV.
"I was talking to my sister," Jared said as he hung up the phone. Jensen looked over at him.
"Megan? Is everything OK?" Jensen asked as Jared nodded his head, "That's good. She's probably lonely, hm?"
"Yeah, she is," Jared said as he smiled, "Just missing me. I miss her a lot, you know."
"I know you do," Jensen replied, "I was going through some ads in the newspaper. I think I am going to check them out this afternoon. Who knows? Maybe I can get a job somewhere."
"Yeah, me too. I've got a job interview tomorrow."
"That's great! You know, I was thinking the best thing for you guys to do right now is to make a demo of a few songs and send the demo to some record companies," Jensen said as Jared looked down, "But to do a demo, you've got to book studio time and musicians and all of that cost a few hundred dollars."
"That's a great idea! We should do that, but…," Jared paused as he looked over at Jensen, "Jensen?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Tom is pissing me off. Every single night so far, he's gone out to a bar or club. He hasn't even tried looking for a job. You and I, at least we are doing something. You practically are the mother surrogate here and I have the job interview to look forward to, but what about Tom? He hasn't done crap yet. You and I are the only one trying to do something. He hasn't even talked about finding some guys for the band like he promised he would," Jared said as Jensen looked down at the floor, "I know he's your best friend and all and he's my buddy too, but -"
"Jared, you need to do what is best for you. I know Tom wants to become famous too but he's the type that would fall victim to all of those bad things inside the business. You, on the other hand, you actually want it, you are going to make it," Jensen said as he smiled, "and if Tom won't help you, then I will. We can book the studio and find some guys for the band. We will do it, I promise you."
"Well, we'd better not wait for Tom for that spaghetti sauce and the cheese," Jared said as he stood up from the sofa, "I'm going to run to the store real quick. I will be back soon."
Jared left the apartment and Jensen just sat there smiling, looking at the TV.
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Jared walked into the apartment, tossing his keys over on a table and kicked his shoes off. He looked around the apartment to see that it was pretty quiet. He walked over, looking at the mail that their parents had forwarded to Nashville and smiled, seeing his copy of Country Weekly there on the table. He looked down the small hallway where his and Jensen's bedrooms were and began walking down it slowly and saw that Jensen’s bedroom door was cracked open. He walked in, pushing the door open and saw that the room was empty. He looked over, seeing a notepad on the bed and picked it up, looking at it.
This can be a lonely town
By myself with a million people around
Observing, preserving, and serving my own mind
And curious at the things I've found
I'm alone but I'm not lonely
I'm with the only person that knows me
I'm armed with my guitar and I'm armed
With emotional scars
And my journey is underway
I pulled into town yesterday but I think it’s time to go
I can't tell you where, because I don't know
And I'm armed with my guitar and I'm armed
With Emotional Scars
And my journey is underway
At times I feel like I'm the only one who cares
But we've got troubles and we've all got pain
We need to realize that we are all the same
And we're armed with our guitars and we're armed
With our emotional scars
And our journey is underway*
"Jared!" Jensen yelled as Jared turned around, seeing Jensen standing there with his hair wet and nothing on but a towel around his waist. Jensen looked down at Jared's hands to see that he was reading what he had written and then stared back at him, "What are you doing in here?"
"Did you write that?" Jared asked as he pointed at the notebook. Jensen just stood there, taking a deep breath and shook his head ‘no’.
Jared stared at him, "I've never heard it before."
"Jared, I…I'm almost naked here. So can you…can you get out?" Jensen asked as Jared shook his head ‘no’, "Please!"
"I knew there was a real reason you wanted to come up here," Jared said as Jensen pressed his lips together, holding onto his towel, "You want your own career, don't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jensen said as he walked over, picking the notebook off of the bed and held it out of Jared’s reach.
"But you wrote that, didn't you?"
"Yeah, OK. I did."
"I knew it!" Jared said as Jensen rolled his eyes, feeling self conscience because he was still in a towel, "I just knew it. You're so damn quiet. I knew you were hiding something. I just knew it!" When Jensen did not say anything, Jared started talking again, "This is good, Jensen," Jared said as he walked closer to Jensen, taking the notebook from him, "Do you have anymore?"
"No!" Jensen said as he took the notebook back from Jared, "No, I don't."
"Jensen, don't lie to me," Jared said as Jensen looked away, "You don't have to show me if you don't want to. That’s OK. I respect that, but, you know, if you like to write, then maybe …maybe we could write together."
"Together?" Jensen asked as Jared nodded his head yes, "You write your own songs?"
"Well yeah, sometimes. We could kick some major ass together," Jared said as Jensen smiled, looking back at him.
"We could," Jensen whispered as he snapped out of it and shook his head a little, "Yeah, we could kick some ass writing together."
"OK, then it's settled. We're going to write together," Jared said as he looked down at Jensen again, "And put some clothes on."
"I would if you'd get out," Jensen said as Jared raised his eyebrows and turned around, walking out of the room. Jensen closed the door lightly and turned his back to it, leaning up against it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
That was close!
"Jensen!"
Jensen jumped when he heard Jared's voice, calling his name. He turned around, cracking the door open to see him standing there, "Yeah?"
"I forgot to tell you something," Jared said as Jensen looked at him questionably, "I got the job!"
"That's great!" Jensen said as he smiled, "I've got a job too! I'll be out in a little bit. Then we can celebrate!"
"Okay," Jared said as Jensen closed the door, leaning against it again. He smiled and walked over to his closet.
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"Jared?" Jensen asked as he opened the door to Jared's room a little bit later to see Jared sitting on his bed, his back against the bed head, clumsily stroking his guitar. Jensen walked in, shutting the door back behind him, "So what kind of job did you get?"
"I work at Wal-Mart,” Jared said as he put his guitar away, as Jensen walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He looked over at Jared and started laughing, "Wal-Mart?" Jensen asked, looking over his shoulder at Jared, "Dude! If only the girls back at home knew that,-"
"Yeah, they'd laugh their asses off, so don't tell your mom or anyone back home," Jared said, "How about you? What's the job?"
"Well, I'm kind of going to work in the mail room of TNN."
"The Nashville Network?”
“That's the one.”
"Dude, I am so digging your job right now," Jared said which brought a smile to Jensen’s face.
“I thought once I settled in, I can ask people at the network about the best way to promote your work and,-”
Before Jensen had a chance to finish his sentence, they both heard a loud thud coming from the living room, followed by a loud barrage of Tom’s laughter.
"What the hell?" Jared asked as he looked at Jensen who looked over at the bedroom door. They both walked out of the room, looking into the living room to see Tom walk in with a young blond girl, both obviously drunk, "Uh God!"
"After you, baby," Tom said, as he opened the door to his bedroom and pushed the girl inside almost stumbling. He looked up and saw Jared and Jensen staring at him, "Oh, hey guys!"
"You're drunk," Jensen said as he walked over closer to Tom, "You have to be 21 to drink. How did you?-
"
"Oh shut up," Tom said as he rolled his eyes, putting his hand out, "Give me a few dollars."
"No," Jared said as he stepped between Jensen and Tom, "We've been here almost a month and you haven't done nothing to help us out here!" Jared yelled as Tom looked over at Jensen and rolled his eyes, "Don't roll your eyes at him, at least he has a damn job and is trying to do something here."
"I'm trying to get a damn job, OK? I don't see you with a paycheck yet either," Tom said as he crossed his arms.
"And who is that?" Jensen asked as Tom started to smile, "Wait. Don’t say anything. I don't think I want to know!"
"Now don't you start with me Jenny," Tom said as Jared took a deep breath, trying not to get mad, "You're just jealous because you obviously don’t have what it takes to,-"
"Shut up Tom!” Jared shouted, "No one in his right mind would want to have anything to do with that in there," he said shaking his head, “You wouldn’t do either, if only you were a little bit sober!”
"Tom, just go in there and do whatever it is you're going to do. Just leave us alone," Jensen said as he walked through the living room, going into his room. Jared looked at Tom and turned around, following Jensen into his room and shut the door behind him, "I can't believe he brought some slut like that back here."
Jensen just shrugged, not trusting his voice enough to talk.
"He's starting to piss me off," Jared said as he sat back down on the bed next to Jensen, "If he doesn't start pulling his own weight around here, he should leave."
"Just give him some time. He will find a job," Jensen said, trying to calm Jared down. Even though he secretly agreed with Jared, he did not want to see them fighting, and that happened a lot lately and he hated it.
“How can you even defend him after what he just said to you?” Jared asked as Jensen shrugged his shoulders again, "He expects you to cook all the time. You are not his mother. I mean he can order a pizza or something."
“It’s OK, Jared. I don’t mind. I said I would help with cooking when I first decided to come with you guys and that’s what I am going to do.”
"Stupid dumbass," Jared said as he shook his head, "You are too good to be his friend."
“He is a nice guy, Jared. He gets reckless sometimes, but deep down, he is a good person.”
Jared decided to let it go, at least for a little while. He just hoped that Tom would get his head out of his ass and get back on track. Jensen did not deserve to be treated like that. No one did.
"What's that?" Jared asked, picking a folder on the nightstand.
"Songs I wrote," Jensen whispered, "You said you wanted to read them. Just…read them later, OK?"
"Okay," Jared said as he looked down at the folder and then back up at Jensen, "Do me a favor.”
“What?”
“When I get famous, don’t you ever tell anyone that I once worked in Wall-Mart, OK?"
That made Jensen laugh and brought a smile on Jared’s face.
"At least you have a job, that's what's important," Jensen said as he crossed his arms, looking at Jared.
"Jensen….Are you sure it's okay if I see these?”
"I'm sure. I think you should see them," Jensen whispered as Jared smiled and stood up, walking over to the door, "Just let me know what you think."
"I will, don't worry," Jared whispered, walking out of the door and closed it behind him. Jensen took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Tom’s snide remarks and crude comments were getting to him. Those words hurt him real bad, and the fact that it had come from his supposed to be best friend only increased the pain. At least Jared had been there to stop Tom from going any further. Jared. He could not believe that he had given Jared a folder full of songs he had written for the past ten years. There were songs about love, lust, romance, life, and secrets in that folder. They had never, ever left him before. Nobody else even knew about his writing habits. The mere thought that Jared was probably reading the lyrics at that exact moment made him shiver.
Jensen just hoped Jared would not realize some of those songs were about him.
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Jensen never left his room that night. He laid there in bed and stared at the ceiling. He did not want to face Tom or his little friend he had brought home anymore. The fact that Jared was in the room next door reading his poems was not much of help either.
He rolled over to his stomach as the door squeaked a little. Jensen lifted his head a little to see Jared walking in and shutting the door back lightly, carrying the folder.
“Jared?” Jensen whispered as he turned and turned on the lamp on the nightstand, “What’s wrong?”
"Nothing. I just finished reading this stuff," Jared whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed, "You really wrote all these?"
"Yeah, why?" Jensen whispered back as he rubbed his face, "God, can we talk about this tomorrow morning? It’s one a.m.!"
“Oh, okay," Jared said as he smiled and stood up, "Sorry. We're still going to try to write together, right? Are you still OK with that?"
"Sure," Jensen said as he struggled to keep his eyes open, "Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Yeah, I need to get to sleep too," Jared said and Jensen laid his head on his pillow, "Jensen?"
“God! Now what?” Jensen whined, which caused Jared to a laugh softly.
“What you wrote…it was good.”
"Thanks," Jensen whispered as Jared smiled, turning around and walked over to the door. He opened it up and turned around, “G’Night Jensen,” he whispered and walked out of it slowly.
Jensen just cuddled up to his fluffy, soft pillow, suddenly not very sleepy anymore. Jared had a nice way of making him smile and laugh, and feel good about himself even when he felt so horrible and so completely sick and ready to give up on the world. Tom used to be like that too. He was not always the total asshole that he was that night. Jensen was beginning to miss the friendship he and Tom used to have between them. At least Jared was there for him when Tom could not anymore. It was one more thing about Jared that made Jensen fall for him, deeper and more.
Chapter 4
* Lyrics from Jason Manns - Journey
Pairing: Jensen Ackles / Jared Padalecki (eventually), Mentions of Jensen/OMC, Jared/OMC and Others
Other Characters: Tom Welling, Chris Kane, Danneel Harris, Misha Collins
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 3,092
Disclaimer: 100% Pure Fiction
Summary: AU / Everybody has a dream. Some people make their dreams come true. Some just let their life slip by thinking about it.
"Jensen!" Tom yelled as Jensen walked out of his room with newspaper in his hand, "Jensen!" He walked into the kitchen to see Jared and Tom standing there, trying to cook, "Jensen, help!"
"And what exactly are you trying to do here?" Jensen asked as he walked over, taking a spoon away from Tom and pushed him out of the kitchen and took a pot holder away from Jared and pushed him away as well.
“We were hungry and there is hardly any food in here,” Jared said sheepishly.
"Tell me what you guys want to eat and I'll cook it."
"Just some simple spaghetti," Tom yelled back into the kitchen.
It had been two weeks since they had moved to Nashville. When the three boys had finally got to the city, they had bought a newspaper and started looking around at some apartments and luckily enough, after just two nights of staying at a hotel, they found a perfect place with three bedrooms, which were pretty small, but at the same time, pretty cheap. They moved in immediately. The best part for Jensen was the fact that his room was next to Jared's.
In the past fourteen days since they had moved to Nashville, Jensen had noticed a change in Jared. He was talking to Jensen a lot more and on a deeper level. Some nights, they would just sit up until two o'clock in the kitchen talking about their lives and their plans while Tom was snoring in his sleep. What Jensen loved more was the fact that they would just sat there talking about all that while Jared had nothing on but his boxers. Jensen loved his new life. Absolutely.
Jensen walked over to the cabinet to take a jar of spaghetti sauce and pack of cheese, only to find the cabinet empty. He turned off the stove and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where the guys were, sitting on the sofa. Jared was on the phone, so he looked at Tom.
"We need spaghetti sauce and a pack of cheese."
"What are you looking at me for then?"
"Because you are going to the store and get them for me if you want to eat anytime soon."
"Fine! I was planning to go out anyway. I'll be back later," Tom said as he walked over to the door, leaving the apartment.
Jensen sighed and walked over, sitting down in a chair beside the sofa and looked at the TV.
"I was talking to my sister," Jared said as he hung up the phone. Jensen looked over at him.
"Megan? Is everything OK?" Jensen asked as Jared nodded his head, "That's good. She's probably lonely, hm?"
"Yeah, she is," Jared said as he smiled, "Just missing me. I miss her a lot, you know."
"I know you do," Jensen replied, "I was going through some ads in the newspaper. I think I am going to check them out this afternoon. Who knows? Maybe I can get a job somewhere."
"Yeah, me too. I've got a job interview tomorrow."
"That's great! You know, I was thinking the best thing for you guys to do right now is to make a demo of a few songs and send the demo to some record companies," Jensen said as Jared looked down, "But to do a demo, you've got to book studio time and musicians and all of that cost a few hundred dollars."
"That's a great idea! We should do that, but…," Jared paused as he looked over at Jensen, "Jensen?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Tom is pissing me off. Every single night so far, he's gone out to a bar or club. He hasn't even tried looking for a job. You and I, at least we are doing something. You practically are the mother surrogate here and I have the job interview to look forward to, but what about Tom? He hasn't done crap yet. You and I are the only one trying to do something. He hasn't even talked about finding some guys for the band like he promised he would," Jared said as Jensen looked down at the floor, "I know he's your best friend and all and he's my buddy too, but -"
"Jared, you need to do what is best for you. I know Tom wants to become famous too but he's the type that would fall victim to all of those bad things inside the business. You, on the other hand, you actually want it, you are going to make it," Jensen said as he smiled, "and if Tom won't help you, then I will. We can book the studio and find some guys for the band. We will do it, I promise you."
"Well, we'd better not wait for Tom for that spaghetti sauce and the cheese," Jared said as he stood up from the sofa, "I'm going to run to the store real quick. I will be back soon."
Jared left the apartment and Jensen just sat there smiling, looking at the TV.
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Jared walked into the apartment, tossing his keys over on a table and kicked his shoes off. He looked around the apartment to see that it was pretty quiet. He walked over, looking at the mail that their parents had forwarded to Nashville and smiled, seeing his copy of Country Weekly there on the table. He looked down the small hallway where his and Jensen's bedrooms were and began walking down it slowly and saw that Jensen’s bedroom door was cracked open. He walked in, pushing the door open and saw that the room was empty. He looked over, seeing a notepad on the bed and picked it up, looking at it.
This can be a lonely town
By myself with a million people around
Observing, preserving, and serving my own mind
And curious at the things I've found
I'm alone but I'm not lonely
I'm with the only person that knows me
I'm armed with my guitar and I'm armed
With emotional scars
And my journey is underway
I pulled into town yesterday but I think it’s time to go
I can't tell you where, because I don't know
And I'm armed with my guitar and I'm armed
With Emotional Scars
And my journey is underway
At times I feel like I'm the only one who cares
But we've got troubles and we've all got pain
We need to realize that we are all the same
And we're armed with our guitars and we're armed
With our emotional scars
And our journey is underway*
"Jared!" Jensen yelled as Jared turned around, seeing Jensen standing there with his hair wet and nothing on but a towel around his waist. Jensen looked down at Jared's hands to see that he was reading what he had written and then stared back at him, "What are you doing in here?"
"Did you write that?" Jared asked as he pointed at the notebook. Jensen just stood there, taking a deep breath and shook his head ‘no’.
Jared stared at him, "I've never heard it before."
"Jared, I…I'm almost naked here. So can you…can you get out?" Jensen asked as Jared shook his head ‘no’, "Please!"
"I knew there was a real reason you wanted to come up here," Jared said as Jensen pressed his lips together, holding onto his towel, "You want your own career, don't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jensen said as he walked over, picking the notebook off of the bed and held it out of Jared’s reach.
"But you wrote that, didn't you?"
"Yeah, OK. I did."
"I knew it!" Jared said as Jensen rolled his eyes, feeling self conscience because he was still in a towel, "I just knew it. You're so damn quiet. I knew you were hiding something. I just knew it!" When Jensen did not say anything, Jared started talking again, "This is good, Jensen," Jared said as he walked closer to Jensen, taking the notebook from him, "Do you have anymore?"
"No!" Jensen said as he took the notebook back from Jared, "No, I don't."
"Jensen, don't lie to me," Jared said as Jensen looked away, "You don't have to show me if you don't want to. That’s OK. I respect that, but, you know, if you like to write, then maybe …maybe we could write together."
"Together?" Jensen asked as Jared nodded his head yes, "You write your own songs?"
"Well yeah, sometimes. We could kick some major ass together," Jared said as Jensen smiled, looking back at him.
"We could," Jensen whispered as he snapped out of it and shook his head a little, "Yeah, we could kick some ass writing together."
"OK, then it's settled. We're going to write together," Jared said as he looked down at Jensen again, "And put some clothes on."
"I would if you'd get out," Jensen said as Jared raised his eyebrows and turned around, walking out of the room. Jensen closed the door lightly and turned his back to it, leaning up against it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
That was close!
"Jensen!"
Jensen jumped when he heard Jared's voice, calling his name. He turned around, cracking the door open to see him standing there, "Yeah?"
"I forgot to tell you something," Jared said as Jensen looked at him questionably, "I got the job!"
"That's great!" Jensen said as he smiled, "I've got a job too! I'll be out in a little bit. Then we can celebrate!"
"Okay," Jared said as Jensen closed the door, leaning against it again. He smiled and walked over to his closet.
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"Jared?" Jensen asked as he opened the door to Jared's room a little bit later to see Jared sitting on his bed, his back against the bed head, clumsily stroking his guitar. Jensen walked in, shutting the door back behind him, "So what kind of job did you get?"
"I work at Wal-Mart,” Jared said as he put his guitar away, as Jensen walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He looked over at Jared and started laughing, "Wal-Mart?" Jensen asked, looking over his shoulder at Jared, "Dude! If only the girls back at home knew that,-"
"Yeah, they'd laugh their asses off, so don't tell your mom or anyone back home," Jared said, "How about you? What's the job?"
"Well, I'm kind of going to work in the mail room of TNN."
"The Nashville Network?”
“That's the one.”
"Dude, I am so digging your job right now," Jared said which brought a smile to Jensen’s face.
“I thought once I settled in, I can ask people at the network about the best way to promote your work and,-”
Before Jensen had a chance to finish his sentence, they both heard a loud thud coming from the living room, followed by a loud barrage of Tom’s laughter.
"What the hell?" Jared asked as he looked at Jensen who looked over at the bedroom door. They both walked out of the room, looking into the living room to see Tom walk in with a young blond girl, both obviously drunk, "Uh God!"
"After you, baby," Tom said, as he opened the door to his bedroom and pushed the girl inside almost stumbling. He looked up and saw Jared and Jensen staring at him, "Oh, hey guys!"
"You're drunk," Jensen said as he walked over closer to Tom, "You have to be 21 to drink. How did you?-
"
"Oh shut up," Tom said as he rolled his eyes, putting his hand out, "Give me a few dollars."
"No," Jared said as he stepped between Jensen and Tom, "We've been here almost a month and you haven't done nothing to help us out here!" Jared yelled as Tom looked over at Jensen and rolled his eyes, "Don't roll your eyes at him, at least he has a damn job and is trying to do something here."
"I'm trying to get a damn job, OK? I don't see you with a paycheck yet either," Tom said as he crossed his arms.
"And who is that?" Jensen asked as Tom started to smile, "Wait. Don’t say anything. I don't think I want to know!"
"Now don't you start with me Jenny," Tom said as Jared took a deep breath, trying not to get mad, "You're just jealous because you obviously don’t have what it takes to,-"
"Shut up Tom!” Jared shouted, "No one in his right mind would want to have anything to do with that in there," he said shaking his head, “You wouldn’t do either, if only you were a little bit sober!”
"Tom, just go in there and do whatever it is you're going to do. Just leave us alone," Jensen said as he walked through the living room, going into his room. Jared looked at Tom and turned around, following Jensen into his room and shut the door behind him, "I can't believe he brought some slut like that back here."
Jensen just shrugged, not trusting his voice enough to talk.
"He's starting to piss me off," Jared said as he sat back down on the bed next to Jensen, "If he doesn't start pulling his own weight around here, he should leave."
"Just give him some time. He will find a job," Jensen said, trying to calm Jared down. Even though he secretly agreed with Jared, he did not want to see them fighting, and that happened a lot lately and he hated it.
“How can you even defend him after what he just said to you?” Jared asked as Jensen shrugged his shoulders again, "He expects you to cook all the time. You are not his mother. I mean he can order a pizza or something."
“It’s OK, Jared. I don’t mind. I said I would help with cooking when I first decided to come with you guys and that’s what I am going to do.”
"Stupid dumbass," Jared said as he shook his head, "You are too good to be his friend."
“He is a nice guy, Jared. He gets reckless sometimes, but deep down, he is a good person.”
Jared decided to let it go, at least for a little while. He just hoped that Tom would get his head out of his ass and get back on track. Jensen did not deserve to be treated like that. No one did.
"What's that?" Jared asked, picking a folder on the nightstand.
"Songs I wrote," Jensen whispered, "You said you wanted to read them. Just…read them later, OK?"
"Okay," Jared said as he looked down at the folder and then back up at Jensen, "Do me a favor.”
“What?”
“When I get famous, don’t you ever tell anyone that I once worked in Wall-Mart, OK?"
That made Jensen laugh and brought a smile on Jared’s face.
"At least you have a job, that's what's important," Jensen said as he crossed his arms, looking at Jared.
"Jensen….Are you sure it's okay if I see these?”
"I'm sure. I think you should see them," Jensen whispered as Jared smiled and stood up, walking over to the door, "Just let me know what you think."
"I will, don't worry," Jared whispered, walking out of the door and closed it behind him. Jensen took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Tom’s snide remarks and crude comments were getting to him. Those words hurt him real bad, and the fact that it had come from his supposed to be best friend only increased the pain. At least Jared had been there to stop Tom from going any further. Jared. He could not believe that he had given Jared a folder full of songs he had written for the past ten years. There were songs about love, lust, romance, life, and secrets in that folder. They had never, ever left him before. Nobody else even knew about his writing habits. The mere thought that Jared was probably reading the lyrics at that exact moment made him shiver.
Jensen just hoped Jared would not realize some of those songs were about him.
_______________________________
Jensen never left his room that night. He laid there in bed and stared at the ceiling. He did not want to face Tom or his little friend he had brought home anymore. The fact that Jared was in the room next door reading his poems was not much of help either.
He rolled over to his stomach as the door squeaked a little. Jensen lifted his head a little to see Jared walking in and shutting the door back lightly, carrying the folder.
“Jared?” Jensen whispered as he turned and turned on the lamp on the nightstand, “What’s wrong?”
"Nothing. I just finished reading this stuff," Jared whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed, "You really wrote all these?"
"Yeah, why?" Jensen whispered back as he rubbed his face, "God, can we talk about this tomorrow morning? It’s one a.m.!"
“Oh, okay," Jared said as he smiled and stood up, "Sorry. We're still going to try to write together, right? Are you still OK with that?"
"Sure," Jensen said as he struggled to keep his eyes open, "Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Yeah, I need to get to sleep too," Jared said and Jensen laid his head on his pillow, "Jensen?"
“God! Now what?” Jensen whined, which caused Jared to a laugh softly.
“What you wrote…it was good.”
"Thanks," Jensen whispered as Jared smiled, turning around and walked over to the door. He opened it up and turned around, “G’Night Jensen,” he whispered and walked out of it slowly.
Jensen just cuddled up to his fluffy, soft pillow, suddenly not very sleepy anymore. Jared had a nice way of making him smile and laugh, and feel good about himself even when he felt so horrible and so completely sick and ready to give up on the world. Tom used to be like that too. He was not always the total asshole that he was that night. Jensen was beginning to miss the friendship he and Tom used to have between them. At least Jared was there for him when Tom could not anymore. It was one more thing about Jared that made Jensen fall for him, deeper and more.
Chapter 4
* Lyrics from Jason Manns - Journey
