epilogue (jared)

If you had told Jared when he moved to Nashville with his three suitcases, his two boxes of books, and his pickup, that in less that five years he'd own three motorcycles and his own house, and that he'd be throwing a Christmas party with his boyfriend, he'd have asked when you lost your mind and how hard were you looking for it? And yet here he was in his own living room for which he paid a mortgage, his three motorcycles parked in the garage, his two dogs losing their shit in anticipation, and his boyfriend walking in the front door with a six-pack of Lone Star and a carton of rainbow sherbet.

He'd wanted to have a Christmas party, since he had a house to host it in and a boyfriend to help him, but Christmas being on a Saturday messed with his plans a little - Katie and her roommates were having a party the weekend before, and he couldn't do it the weekend after - and it was his mom's idea to just have an open house on Sunday.

(And then, of course, she had to share all the tips and tricks she could for feeding an unknown number of people for an unknown length of time. Jensen laughed at his obsessive planning, but Jared wanted everything to be right.)

( The house wasn't exactly clean )

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and that's it. :D thanks for sticking with me.