Drowning - Chapter Seven
Title: Drowning - Chapter Seven
Author: GOD! AKA
oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This is to make up for the last series in which they were broken. This will end up schmoopy and fluffy. Forcaptainfla again, who'll have a hernia when she sees this. Loosely based on anella's.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Mike slams Jensen on the back and the bite of cookie in his mouth hurtles itself down his throat. Jared claps him on the back, one hand spanning both his shoulder-blades, and Mike just grins.
"So she's definitely coming, huh?" Tom asks.
Jensen nods, the cookie cleared, "Well, I asked and she said yes, so 'm assumin' so."
"I don't get it," Jared holds up a hand, "You don't wanna date her cos she has a boyfriend but you're perfectly willing to take her to a party. An' not just any party, but one of Mike's parties."
Jensen shrugs, "I don't see what the big deal is. We're just friends. Like you guys are my friends."
"He's never been to one of Mike's parties," Tom points out and Mike shoves his pudding spoon into Jensen's face in agreement.
"You just wait, my friend." Tom grins.
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He’s washing his car. He knows it’s a really lame thing to be doing on a Friday night, but he feels bad if he doesn’t wash it at least once a week. He’s been washing it on Friday’s for as long as he can remember, so even though he’s going to a party tonight doesn’t mean he’s going to change his patterns.
Besides, he’s taking a girl out. His baby has to look just as great as he does. He’s nervous, which isn’t anything new for him, but he does think that this may be the best idea he’s ever had. If Jared’s information is anything to go by, anyway.
He’s just stripped his shirt off and thrown it onto the lawn when she walks out of the house. He’s not really expecting to see her, not until later tonight, especially because Jared was talking about her and Sandy going shopping after school, but here she is. Standing in front of him looking as cute as ever. He thinks he might explode. And not in the good way that he enjoys on a regular basis. The innuendo in his mind scares him at times.
He smiles as she crosses over to his side of the lawn and wipes the beads of sweat off his forehead.
She stops in front of him and smiles kind of shyly. He’s never seen her so weird around him; he can feel the vibes coming off her and its kind of freaking him out. He hopes she doesn’t turn around and change her mind. He doesn’t think he could deal with her turning him down.
She smiles at him and his heart thrip-throps in his chest again. He honest to God wishes it would stop doing that. She looks down at her feet, and then back up at him, shielding the sun with her eyes, “I was wondering what you were planning on wearing,” she says quietly.
“What I was plannin’ on wearin’?” he repeats, questioningly.
She nods and then giggles nervously, “You know what? Don’t worry about it.” She turns to leave and he grabs her arm as she turns.
“I was thinkin’ jeans and a tee-shirt,” he tells her, leaning in close so that he can catch a whiff of her, “No idea what color though. I’m assumin’ that’s what you wanted to know, right?”
She nods again, and he can tell she’s not breathing, “I’ll sort something out,” she tells him as she steps away.
“We’re leavin’ at about eight.”
She nods again and steps away, turning on her heel and dashing back into the house. He grins into thin air and goes to refill his bucket.
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He can hear the music pounding through the car even before Kristen points him down Mike's street.
There would easily be a hundred people loitering on the front lawn. The house is huge in itself, and the majority of the windows are blown wide open. Jensen doesn't recognize the music blaring out, but then he doesn't really listen to anything but country rock.
Kristen is smiling at him and leading him through the crowd, resplendent in bright yellow and denim. She's taking his breath away.
They find Mike in his dining room with a cute brunette under his arm. Jensen doesn't think he's ever seen such big blue eyes in his life. Mike introduces her as Alexis and after she says 'hi' they don't hear another peep out of her for the rest of the night. Jensen assumes Mike doesn't like girls for their company. Jared and Sandy wander over from somewhere and, Jared with a got-some smirk on his face, and he hands Jensen a beer. Kristen and Sandy immediately drift away from the group just enough to hold a personal conversation, and put their heads together.
Mike winks and nudges Jensen in the side, and Jensen rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his mostly-warm beer.
When the girls wander back over, Mike grins and pulls a bottle of tequila out from somewhere. He disappears around the bar and resurfaces with a bowl of lemons and a shaker of salt.
Jared points at the bowl, "Dude, what's with the lemons?"
Mike shrugs, "Couldn't find limes. Nowhere in fucking town has the damned things. I figured lemons were still sour enough."
Jared lifts a huge shoulder and, opening the bottle, begins to pour shots in the glasses Mike lines up. Jensen declines when offered his, and Sandy laughs at him. Kristen taps Sandy on the arm and tells her he's driving and they all, almost collectively, roll their eyes. Apparently no one drives to Mike's place, ever. Not even in the middle of the day.
Kristen ends up rather tipsy on the dance floor with her arms wrapped around Jensen's neck. He shouldn't be liking this as much as he is, but she smells of sunshine and vanilla sugar and her skin is slightly damp underneath his fingertips. His shoulder is tingling where her fingers are clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Her other hand is wrapped around his collar. If he moves a quarter of an inch her lips would be pressed up against his throat. He wishes he could find the courage. He wishes she weren't drunk so he could kiss her. He wishes she were single so he could kiss her. He wishes he'd stop falling in love with the unobtainable.
Author: GOD! AKA
oops_pigDisclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This is to make up for the last series in which they were broken. This will end up schmoopy and fluffy. For
captainfla again, who'll have a hernia when she sees this. Loosely based on anella's.Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Mike slams Jensen on the back and the bite of cookie in his mouth hurtles itself down his throat. Jared claps him on the back, one hand spanning both his shoulder-blades, and Mike just grins.
"So she's definitely coming, huh?" Tom asks.
Jensen nods, the cookie cleared, "Well, I asked and she said yes, so 'm assumin' so."
"I don't get it," Jared holds up a hand, "You don't wanna date her cos she has a boyfriend but you're perfectly willing to take her to a party. An' not just any party, but one of Mike's parties."
Jensen shrugs, "I don't see what the big deal is. We're just friends. Like you guys are my friends."
"He's never been to one of Mike's parties," Tom points out and Mike shoves his pudding spoon into Jensen's face in agreement.
"You just wait, my friend." Tom grins.
He’s washing his car. He knows it’s a really lame thing to be doing on a Friday night, but he feels bad if he doesn’t wash it at least once a week. He’s been washing it on Friday’s for as long as he can remember, so even though he’s going to a party tonight doesn’t mean he’s going to change his patterns.
Besides, he’s taking a girl out. His baby has to look just as great as he does. He’s nervous, which isn’t anything new for him, but he does think that this may be the best idea he’s ever had. If Jared’s information is anything to go by, anyway.
He’s just stripped his shirt off and thrown it onto the lawn when she walks out of the house. He’s not really expecting to see her, not until later tonight, especially because Jared was talking about her and Sandy going shopping after school, but here she is. Standing in front of him looking as cute as ever. He thinks he might explode. And not in the good way that he enjoys on a regular basis. The innuendo in his mind scares him at times.
He smiles as she crosses over to his side of the lawn and wipes the beads of sweat off his forehead.
She stops in front of him and smiles kind of shyly. He’s never seen her so weird around him; he can feel the vibes coming off her and its kind of freaking him out. He hopes she doesn’t turn around and change her mind. He doesn’t think he could deal with her turning him down.
She smiles at him and his heart thrip-throps in his chest again. He honest to God wishes it would stop doing that. She looks down at her feet, and then back up at him, shielding the sun with her eyes, “I was wondering what you were planning on wearing,” she says quietly.
“What I was plannin’ on wearin’?” he repeats, questioningly.
She nods and then giggles nervously, “You know what? Don’t worry about it.” She turns to leave and he grabs her arm as she turns.
“I was thinkin’ jeans and a tee-shirt,” he tells her, leaning in close so that he can catch a whiff of her, “No idea what color though. I’m assumin’ that’s what you wanted to know, right?”
She nods again, and he can tell she’s not breathing, “I’ll sort something out,” she tells him as she steps away.
“We’re leavin’ at about eight.”
She nods again and steps away, turning on her heel and dashing back into the house. He grins into thin air and goes to refill his bucket.
He can hear the music pounding through the car even before Kristen points him down Mike's street.
There would easily be a hundred people loitering on the front lawn. The house is huge in itself, and the majority of the windows are blown wide open. Jensen doesn't recognize the music blaring out, but then he doesn't really listen to anything but country rock.
Kristen is smiling at him and leading him through the crowd, resplendent in bright yellow and denim. She's taking his breath away.
They find Mike in his dining room with a cute brunette under his arm. Jensen doesn't think he's ever seen such big blue eyes in his life. Mike introduces her as Alexis and after she says 'hi' they don't hear another peep out of her for the rest of the night. Jensen assumes Mike doesn't like girls for their company. Jared and Sandy wander over from somewhere and, Jared with a got-some smirk on his face, and he hands Jensen a beer. Kristen and Sandy immediately drift away from the group just enough to hold a personal conversation, and put their heads together.
Mike winks and nudges Jensen in the side, and Jensen rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his mostly-warm beer.
When the girls wander back over, Mike grins and pulls a bottle of tequila out from somewhere. He disappears around the bar and resurfaces with a bowl of lemons and a shaker of salt.
Jared points at the bowl, "Dude, what's with the lemons?"
Mike shrugs, "Couldn't find limes. Nowhere in fucking town has the damned things. I figured lemons were still sour enough."
Jared lifts a huge shoulder and, opening the bottle, begins to pour shots in the glasses Mike lines up. Jensen declines when offered his, and Sandy laughs at him. Kristen taps Sandy on the arm and tells her he's driving and they all, almost collectively, roll their eyes. Apparently no one drives to Mike's place, ever. Not even in the middle of the day.
Kristen ends up rather tipsy on the dance floor with her arms wrapped around Jensen's neck. He shouldn't be liking this as much as he is, but she smells of sunshine and vanilla sugar and her skin is slightly damp underneath his fingertips. His shoulder is tingling where her fingers are clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Her other hand is wrapped around his collar. If he moves a quarter of an inch her lips would be pressed up against his throat. He wishes he could find the courage. He wishes she weren't drunk so he could kiss her. He wishes she were single so he could kiss her. He wishes he'd stop falling in love with the unobtainable.