three (jensen)
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smackenzie(note: i'm going to try past tense and see how it goes. this time the sudden tense shift is deliberate! :D also i think this is the same day as the previous bit.)
Jensen was in the hardware store - the toilet in his and Chris' apartment kept running and they'd decided to try and fix it themselves - when Danneel called him and asked if he was interested in being set up with one of her friends. Although technically she didn't ask, but rather said "I'm going to set you up with my friend Matt - you're both cute, dorky, and single - when are you working so I can introduce you?" And Jensen was taken aback enough to tell her he was off today but was in tomorrow morning and afternoon, and ok, sure, he'd meet this guy.
It occurred to him as he waited for the cashier to ring up his (hopefully) toilet-fixing bits and pieces that he hadn't been on a real date since, well, since Danneel asked him out. She later admitted she'd asked partly because she felt bad for him, being a new guy in an unfamiliar city, and partly because she thought he was hot and she wanted an excuse to spend time with him outside the coffeeshop for a couple of hours to see if he really was good boyfriend material. They'd only gone on the one date, but since Jensen hadn't been hugely emotionally invested in finding a partner at that point, and Danneel realized she didn't exactly have a lot of spare time to devote to a new relationship, they'd decided being friends was better.
("I might still think about you when I'm alone with Bob," Danneel had said, prompting Jensen to ask who Bob was, and when she told him - "Bob's my battery-operated boyfriend, DUH" - he'd blushed scarlet with embarrassment and she'd laughed. Even now, when she wanted to tease him, she'd whisper "Bob!" just to watch him turn red.)
He contemplated this potential date all the way home, but then he started right in on the running-toilet problem and forgot about it. An hour later the toilet was fixed and Jensen called Chris to let him know, and an hour after that Danneel called him again to ask if he was free on Saturday.
"Um," he said.
"You are now. How's your bowling arm?"
"How's my what?'
"Bowling arm! One of the nurses told me about Rock-n-Bowl and I told Matt and he thought it sounded fun. Did I mention he's a giant dork?"
"I haven't been bowling since high school. And you think I'm a giant dork." Which was probably because a lot of the time Jensen felt like a giant dork.
"That's because you are." He could practically hear her grinning on the other end of the phone. "I'm - shit, hold on." Jensen hummed the "Jeopardy" hold music while Danneel took care of whatever the problem was. "Ok, you can stop now," she told him when she got back on the phone. "I have to go. We'll come see you tomorrow. I'm off - well, I'm on call, but I don't have to come in otherwise. Matt's a grad student at Vandy, did I tell you that?"
"You just told me that he was cute, dorky, and single."
"And a grad student. I'm coming, I'm coming," she said to someone on her end. "What a glamorous life I lead. See you tomorrow," she told Jensen, and hung up.
Jensen made a mental note to prepare himself for meeting a stranger and potential date tomorrow. He hoped Danneel wouldn't have to go into the hospital. In the several months he'd known her she'd never had a consistent schedule, which sometimes meant that trying to make plans with her - or at least plans with a bunch of people that included her - was difficult. She was finishing her first year of an OB/GYN residency at Vanderbilt, and from what Jensen could gather, "residency" really meant "lots of work and no sleep", and was just a simple way for a hospital to tell all its unfortunate newly-graduated medical professional hopefuls "You're my bitch now".
She must have called him from the hospital. He wondered what exciting procedure she'd been called away to perform. Cleaning bedpans, probably.
He didn't mean to tell Chris that Danneel wanted to set him up, but later that night when Chris mentioned a girl he worked with (Chris worked at a music store to make the rent, because being in a band didn't exactly pay that well) who was in the market for a nice boy, it kind of slipped out.
"Who's she fixing you up with?" Chris asked, sounding unconvinced. "And why?"
"Because she was a matchmaker in a former life, I don't know. I think she still feels bad for me that I don't know a lot of people."
"Well, Jen, you're not exactly the most outgoing guy in the world." Chris pulled a liter bottle of Sprite out of the fridge and took a swig. "I wouldn't say you've been spending all your time trying to win friends and influence people. Oh, speaking of influencing people, I talked to Seth and he said come by tomorrow. There's a couple guys wanna hear you play, and then they can put you on their list to call you if they need you."
"I'm working tomorrow."
"This is work."
"No, coffeeshop work. Pays the bills work. Danneel bringing her friend by so I can meet him work."
Chris took a few more swallows of Sprite, put the cap back on, and stuck it in the fridge. "Huh," he said. "Give him a call in the morning anyway. Guy's pretty flexible. I thought Nicki was ok with you doing this shit."
"She is. But I can't just take off for two hours in the middle of my shift."
"So tell her one hour."
Deliberately lying to one's manager was never great advice, but Chris was offering him an opportunity. Granted, being on a small recording studio's list of people they might call if they needed someone to play guitar on a random recording wasn't what Jensen had in mind when he decided he was going to give the music business a try, but it was a step. And it was a good way to network, assuming he ever got any actual work out of it. And Seth was actually coming through for Jensen on something he'd promised probably a month ago. This wasn't really something Jensen could pass up. He sighed.
"You're such a bad influence," he told Chris. "And to think my mom and your sister thought we'd be good for each other."
"Are you kidding? We're great for each other." Chris grinned. "Well, I'm great for you, anyway. You'd never be able to feed yourself like I can."
Chris was a good cook. It was one of the reasons Jensen liked living with him. Chris was also a really good music cowriter and sounding board, and after dinner they kicked some ideas back and forth and Jensen ended up trashing pretty much all of a song he'd been working on for the last couple of weeks. He'd spent a lot of time on it, trying to get the melody right, and he was annoyed at having to give up on it, but at the same time it felt kind of good to be able to look at it objectively and realize it just wasn't going to work.
"We got practice tomorrow," Chris said afterwards, clearly trying for distraction in an attempt to keep Jensen from kicking his ass at Madden 10. "You wanna come?"
"Maybe." Jensen shrugged.
"You can bring Danneel's friend."
Jensen peeled his attention away from the game to make at "you must be kidding me" face at Chris. Chris just grinned and sacked Jensen's quarterback.
"Oh, you suck," Jensen griped. Chris grinned brighter.
"Jen. I'm down 26-3. I deserve that."
"You deserve this." Jensen grabbed Chris' head to give him a noogie, but Chris shoved back hard enough to push them both off the couch. They wrestled on the floor for a good fifteen minutes until Chris managed to get Jensen on his stomach and sit on him. "You suck, Kane," Jensen muttered into the carpet.
"Don't you wish," Chris said almost gleefully. He stood and offered Jensen a hand up. "Oh, shit, other thing I forgot to mention - Aly's bar is starting an open-mike night. I told her you'd come sing."
"What, not you?"
Aly - technically Alyson - was the drummer in Chris' band. Just as Chris worked in a music store to pay the bills, she bartended. She was little and cute and kind of crazy and kind of a flake and Jensen liked her. She didn't have much of a singing voice, but she did have a metronome sense of rhythm and a lot of energy, and sitting behind the drums as she was, no one really expected her to sing anyway. She could also mix a mean cocktail.
"We can duet," Chris said thoughtfully. "Could be fun."
"Yeah, we'll sing some hymns and confuse the hell out of everybody." Now it was Jensen's turn to grin. He and Chris had met in the church choir when they were both fourteen - Chris' family had just moved to Dallas and both his sister and Jensen's mother thought it would be a brilliant idea to get Chris into the choir (Jensen had been singing in church since he was tall enough to fit in a robe) and have the boys be friends. Chris' church singing career lasted all of five months, but his friendship with Jensen had been solid almost from the start.
"Ecclesiastical karaoke." Chris chuckled. "I gotta turn in - I'm opening tomorrow and I gotta be awake. Don't keep me up with your loud video games and shit." He shook his finger at Jensen like an old man might shake his cane at the kids cluttering up his lawn.
"Yeah, yeah." Jensen waved him off. He hated playing videogame football by himself. Instead, he went into his room, booted up his laptop, and surfed the web for a while. He checked his email, found a couple of old SNL sketches on YouTube, searched for a Rock-n-Bowl in Nashville, wondered idly what Danneel's friend Matt was like. (Besides cute, dorky, and single. Which applied to a lot of guys.) Jensen still wasn't entirely sure he was ready for a boyfriend, but maybe if his last relationship had ended better, or hadn't ended at all.... But if he and Michael hadn't broken up, Jensen probably wouldn't have left Houston. And even if he had, either he would have left Michael there intending to conduct a long-distance relationship, or Michael would have come with him. And if Michael had come with him -
- they would have broken up in Nashville instead of in Houston. And then Michael would blame Jensen for making him come out here in the first place.
Face it, man, Jensen thought, you were doomed.
He shut off his laptop, went to pee and brush his teeth, made sure the front door was locked, got undressed, and went to bed. He needed his restorative sleep so he could make a good impression on Seth's studio tomorrow, and also hopefully on Danneel's cute friend.
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Jensen was in the hardware store - the toilet in his and Chris' apartment kept running and they'd decided to try and fix it themselves - when Danneel called him and asked if he was interested in being set up with one of her friends. Although technically she didn't ask, but rather said "I'm going to set you up with my friend Matt - you're both cute, dorky, and single - when are you working so I can introduce you?" And Jensen was taken aback enough to tell her he was off today but was in tomorrow morning and afternoon, and ok, sure, he'd meet this guy.
It occurred to him as he waited for the cashier to ring up his (hopefully) toilet-fixing bits and pieces that he hadn't been on a real date since, well, since Danneel asked him out. She later admitted she'd asked partly because she felt bad for him, being a new guy in an unfamiliar city, and partly because she thought he was hot and she wanted an excuse to spend time with him outside the coffeeshop for a couple of hours to see if he really was good boyfriend material. They'd only gone on the one date, but since Jensen hadn't been hugely emotionally invested in finding a partner at that point, and Danneel realized she didn't exactly have a lot of spare time to devote to a new relationship, they'd decided being friends was better.
("I might still think about you when I'm alone with Bob," Danneel had said, prompting Jensen to ask who Bob was, and when she told him - "Bob's my battery-operated boyfriend, DUH" - he'd blushed scarlet with embarrassment and she'd laughed. Even now, when she wanted to tease him, she'd whisper "Bob!" just to watch him turn red.)
He contemplated this potential date all the way home, but then he started right in on the running-toilet problem and forgot about it. An hour later the toilet was fixed and Jensen called Chris to let him know, and an hour after that Danneel called him again to ask if he was free on Saturday.
"Um," he said.
"You are now. How's your bowling arm?"
"How's my what?'
"Bowling arm! One of the nurses told me about Rock-n-Bowl and I told Matt and he thought it sounded fun. Did I mention he's a giant dork?"
"I haven't been bowling since high school. And you think I'm a giant dork." Which was probably because a lot of the time Jensen felt like a giant dork.
"That's because you are." He could practically hear her grinning on the other end of the phone. "I'm - shit, hold on." Jensen hummed the "Jeopardy" hold music while Danneel took care of whatever the problem was. "Ok, you can stop now," she told him when she got back on the phone. "I have to go. We'll come see you tomorrow. I'm off - well, I'm on call, but I don't have to come in otherwise. Matt's a grad student at Vandy, did I tell you that?"
"You just told me that he was cute, dorky, and single."
"And a grad student. I'm coming, I'm coming," she said to someone on her end. "What a glamorous life I lead. See you tomorrow," she told Jensen, and hung up.
Jensen made a mental note to prepare himself for meeting a stranger and potential date tomorrow. He hoped Danneel wouldn't have to go into the hospital. In the several months he'd known her she'd never had a consistent schedule, which sometimes meant that trying to make plans with her - or at least plans with a bunch of people that included her - was difficult. She was finishing her first year of an OB/GYN residency at Vanderbilt, and from what Jensen could gather, "residency" really meant "lots of work and no sleep", and was just a simple way for a hospital to tell all its unfortunate newly-graduated medical professional hopefuls "You're my bitch now".
She must have called him from the hospital. He wondered what exciting procedure she'd been called away to perform. Cleaning bedpans, probably.
He didn't mean to tell Chris that Danneel wanted to set him up, but later that night when Chris mentioned a girl he worked with (Chris worked at a music store to make the rent, because being in a band didn't exactly pay that well) who was in the market for a nice boy, it kind of slipped out.
"Who's she fixing you up with?" Chris asked, sounding unconvinced. "And why?"
"Because she was a matchmaker in a former life, I don't know. I think she still feels bad for me that I don't know a lot of people."
"Well, Jen, you're not exactly the most outgoing guy in the world." Chris pulled a liter bottle of Sprite out of the fridge and took a swig. "I wouldn't say you've been spending all your time trying to win friends and influence people. Oh, speaking of influencing people, I talked to Seth and he said come by tomorrow. There's a couple guys wanna hear you play, and then they can put you on their list to call you if they need you."
"I'm working tomorrow."
"This is work."
"No, coffeeshop work. Pays the bills work. Danneel bringing her friend by so I can meet him work."
Chris took a few more swallows of Sprite, put the cap back on, and stuck it in the fridge. "Huh," he said. "Give him a call in the morning anyway. Guy's pretty flexible. I thought Nicki was ok with you doing this shit."
"She is. But I can't just take off for two hours in the middle of my shift."
"So tell her one hour."
Deliberately lying to one's manager was never great advice, but Chris was offering him an opportunity. Granted, being on a small recording studio's list of people they might call if they needed someone to play guitar on a random recording wasn't what Jensen had in mind when he decided he was going to give the music business a try, but it was a step. And it was a good way to network, assuming he ever got any actual work out of it. And Seth was actually coming through for Jensen on something he'd promised probably a month ago. This wasn't really something Jensen could pass up. He sighed.
"You're such a bad influence," he told Chris. "And to think my mom and your sister thought we'd be good for each other."
"Are you kidding? We're great for each other." Chris grinned. "Well, I'm great for you, anyway. You'd never be able to feed yourself like I can."
Chris was a good cook. It was one of the reasons Jensen liked living with him. Chris was also a really good music cowriter and sounding board, and after dinner they kicked some ideas back and forth and Jensen ended up trashing pretty much all of a song he'd been working on for the last couple of weeks. He'd spent a lot of time on it, trying to get the melody right, and he was annoyed at having to give up on it, but at the same time it felt kind of good to be able to look at it objectively and realize it just wasn't going to work.
"We got practice tomorrow," Chris said afterwards, clearly trying for distraction in an attempt to keep Jensen from kicking his ass at Madden 10. "You wanna come?"
"Maybe." Jensen shrugged.
"You can bring Danneel's friend."
Jensen peeled his attention away from the game to make at "you must be kidding me" face at Chris. Chris just grinned and sacked Jensen's quarterback.
"Oh, you suck," Jensen griped. Chris grinned brighter.
"Jen. I'm down 26-3. I deserve that."
"You deserve this." Jensen grabbed Chris' head to give him a noogie, but Chris shoved back hard enough to push them both off the couch. They wrestled on the floor for a good fifteen minutes until Chris managed to get Jensen on his stomach and sit on him. "You suck, Kane," Jensen muttered into the carpet.
"Don't you wish," Chris said almost gleefully. He stood and offered Jensen a hand up. "Oh, shit, other thing I forgot to mention - Aly's bar is starting an open-mike night. I told her you'd come sing."
"What, not you?"
Aly - technically Alyson - was the drummer in Chris' band. Just as Chris worked in a music store to pay the bills, she bartended. She was little and cute and kind of crazy and kind of a flake and Jensen liked her. She didn't have much of a singing voice, but she did have a metronome sense of rhythm and a lot of energy, and sitting behind the drums as she was, no one really expected her to sing anyway. She could also mix a mean cocktail.
"We can duet," Chris said thoughtfully. "Could be fun."
"Yeah, we'll sing some hymns and confuse the hell out of everybody." Now it was Jensen's turn to grin. He and Chris had met in the church choir when they were both fourteen - Chris' family had just moved to Dallas and both his sister and Jensen's mother thought it would be a brilliant idea to get Chris into the choir (Jensen had been singing in church since he was tall enough to fit in a robe) and have the boys be friends. Chris' church singing career lasted all of five months, but his friendship with Jensen had been solid almost from the start.
"Ecclesiastical karaoke." Chris chuckled. "I gotta turn in - I'm opening tomorrow and I gotta be awake. Don't keep me up with your loud video games and shit." He shook his finger at Jensen like an old man might shake his cane at the kids cluttering up his lawn.
"Yeah, yeah." Jensen waved him off. He hated playing videogame football by himself. Instead, he went into his room, booted up his laptop, and surfed the web for a while. He checked his email, found a couple of old SNL sketches on YouTube, searched for a Rock-n-Bowl in Nashville, wondered idly what Danneel's friend Matt was like. (Besides cute, dorky, and single. Which applied to a lot of guys.) Jensen still wasn't entirely sure he was ready for a boyfriend, but maybe if his last relationship had ended better, or hadn't ended at all.... But if he and Michael hadn't broken up, Jensen probably wouldn't have left Houston. And even if he had, either he would have left Michael there intending to conduct a long-distance relationship, or Michael would have come with him. And if Michael had come with him -
- they would have broken up in Nashville instead of in Houston. And then Michael would blame Jensen for making him come out here in the first place.
Face it, man, Jensen thought, you were doomed.
He shut off his laptop, went to pee and brush his teeth, made sure the front door was locked, got undressed, and went to bed. He needed his restorative sleep so he could make a good impression on Seth's studio tomorrow, and also hopefully on Danneel's cute friend.
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Date: 2010-11-05 12:39 pm (UTC)N'awww, Jensen! Honestly, the thought of Chris in a church choir -- EVER -- is going to crack me up for days. Possibly longer :D
ALSO, Danneel and "Bob," awesomesauce.
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Date: 2010-11-05 11:07 pm (UTC)i really like danneel so far. she has no shame and no tmi filter. :D
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Date: 2010-11-05 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 11:07 pm (UTC)