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Title: Dissonance - Part 9
Author: [livejournal.com profile] surevesta
Rating: PG-16
Fandom: CW RPS
Word Count: 7,214 (this part)
Pairing: J2
Main Characters: Jensen, Jared, full cast list here may contain spoilers.
Betas: [livejournal.com profile] anyothergirl415
Disclaimer: The story and plot is mine, the characters are based off of real people and belong to themselves. The places are also based off of real places. I know almost nothing of the foster care system.
Summary: The world of High School through the eyes of violist Jensen Ackles. Life is just notes on a page, waiting to be read and interpreted.
Note: There will probably end up being ten parts.


Dissonance by Surevesta
Master Post




*****

Being in a relationship was nothing like Jensen ever thought it would be. It was entirely different from anything he had ever experienced or dreamed about. The few television shows or movies he'd seen and the dozen or so books dealing with the subject, all of which he had read for school, hadn't come close to describing this. This thing that was between him and Jared, this warm familiarity that sent sparks of some tingly indescribable sensation through every cell of Jensen's body... was nothing like anything he'd heard of. It was the best thing Jensen had ever experienced.

They didn't agree on everything, didn't do everything together, and they had different likes and dislikes. It wasn't always perfect, but it didn't need to be. Their relationship was still new, amazing, and mind rocking. Jensen still couldn't believe it was real. They had yet to have a real fight; however, at times there was a bit of tension. Jared, for example, kept trying to drive Jensen everywhere. The thought was nice, Jensen really appreciated it, but Jensen liked public transportation- when there weren't creepy guys with mohawks and a half dozen piercings staring at him the entire time anyway.

The next two weeks were great. While they didn't hang out every night, or even every other night, they at least ate lunch together and met after school for a few minutes. On the days Jensen and Jared both had practice no amount of protest could keep the quarterback from giving him a ride home. He really needed to work up a resistance to those gorgeous hazel eyes. They had to be illegal when combined with his boyfriends famous pout. He really doubted Jared's parents would even be able to deny Jared anything when faced with that look.

During those two weeks, Jensen and Jared managed to finish the observation and note taking portion of their assignment. In the end it wasn't that difficult to do, at least for them. He had about thirty pages of hand written notes, short hand and double spaced at times. There were only a couple of pages that ended up needing to be rewritten- not because of his handwriting, but because Jared knocked a glass of coffee onto their table one evening at Coffee Haven. It was a slow night and Justin had been working the closing shift with him. Normally Justin worked the opening shift or midday, but since community college's fall quarter was ending Sophia wanted him to learn how to close in case Jensen, Amy Acker (a new hire), or Sophia herself wasn't availbe.

Adjusting the leafs of paper, Jensen double checked to make sure that they were in the correct order. Rather than turn in the notes, Kripke was spending the entire period making his way across the room and doing a scan through to make sure everyone had actually done the assignment. He smoothed down the left edge of the pile, picking at what remained of the part that used to hook it into the metal spiral binding. There wasn't much left of the edging, Jensen had used scissors to even it all out and make it presentable.

He glanced up, towards Jared. The taller teen was going through his own papers. Unlike Jensen, who had transferred all of his notes to a folder, Jared had kept them all in his notebook. They probably had about the same number of pages each, although Jensen did have smaller and slightly neater handwriting. The guy behind Jared, Ben Browder, looked a little nervous, fidgeting with a few leafs of paper and shooting quick glances to check on Kripke's progress around the room. Jensen noticed his partner, Michael something... a basketball player, was absent. While it was possible the guy was absent for an away game, it was more likely he was skipping and claiming illness. There was still two days of school next week before Thanksgiving break, which was only Wednesday through Friday plus the normal weekend. The two guys probably hadn't gotten much done for the assignment.

Turning his attention back to Jared, Jensen caught his boyfriend's eye as he looked over. A smile quirked on his lips and Jensen felt an answering one tug on his own. The moment ended quickly as Tom Welling, who sat in front of Jared, turned and said something, catching Jared's attention.

His eyes drifted back down to the papers in front of him, flitting over the mix of pencil and pen. It was a both a relief and a disappointment. In one way they had less of a reason for spending a lot of time together now. To be honest, Jensen was a bit worried about how things would go without that excuse of the assignment. He couldn't help but feel a little niggling fear that he might open his eyes one day and find out this thing with Jared was over or had never existed. Not that Jensen was truly worried about that happening- Jared was quite clear that it wasn't going to. Jensen had received a dozen scraps of paper over the past few weeks noting that.

The period passed slowly, Jensen didn't really have anything to work on and the latest novel he was reading was on his desk at home. When Kripke finally did reach Jensen, he only took a couple of minutes to scan through the notes and approve of them, marking something down on his clip board before moving onto the next student. Jensen was one of the last students for Kripke to check on.

Other than that, it was a pretty regular Friday. He turned in his homework during calculus and physics, and worked on transcribing a song during music theory. For once Jensen didn't have work Friday night and he was kind of nervous. Tonight there was a football game, a home game, and instead of spending an evening listening to it on the radio- or ignoring it entirely- he was going to the stadium to watch Jared play.

His boyfriend hadn't asked him to go, didn't even bring it up past a casual mention or two. Jared knew Jensen well enough to understand his lack of interest in the sports. It wasn't like Jared spent a lot of time paying attention to music past Jensen's own interest. He wanted to try though, so tonight Jensen was spending five dollars to go watch Jared play football. Sides, Jared looked good in his football uniform. If nothing else he could spent the night just staring at his boyfriend's ass.

*****


The late afternoon air was cool, a breeze blowing gently through trees, shrubs, and other foliage. The bus Jensen had taken dropped him off near the local Catholic private school, which was situated right in front of the pool which shared a parking lot with the stadium and nearby track and field center. It was already growing dark, a few stray clouds further blocking out the remaining sunlight.

After school he had gone straight home, taking the school bus, to get ready. While the clothes he was wearing were fine, Jensen thought it would be a good idea to be prepared for a change of weather. Just in case. Rifling through his drawers, Jensen had located a navy blue, almost purple- not that he'd admit it- long sleeved sweater and a worn jean jacket to go over it.

The parking lot was busy, teenagers, parents, younger siblings, and various members of the community milling about, chatting, and getting pumped up for the game. Approaching the gates he was forced to wait in a short line; there was still half an hour before kick off. When he got to the front of the line the ticket girl, Jensen thought her name was Emma, smiled at him, checked his id, and took his money before stamping the back of his hand. She was in the freshmen choir class after Orchestra, he mostly remembered her because she switched hair colors- between blond and brunette and various other colors of the rainbow- every other week practically.

There were already people finding seats, snagging food from the student run concession stands, and the cheerleaders were warming up. He noticed Sandy right away, standing next to the Kristen's while working on some sort of routine that involved a lot of kicks and claps. For a few minutes he just stood there, awkwardly staring across the crowd.

“Jensen?” The voice caught him by surprise, familiar in a way but till he turned around to face the speaker Jensen couldn't quite place who it was.

“Mrs. Padalecki,” Blinking, Jensen's fingers twitched a bit and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. His gaze dropped down to the rough asphalt covering the ground. It was worn and dotted with minuscule flecks of garbage that had been ground into the asphalt over time.

“Jensen, sweetheart, call me Sharon,” She smiled and startled him by wrapping her arms loosely around his shoulders and hugging him lightly. “Where are you sitting?”

“I, uh,” He shrugged meeting her eyes before noticing Jared's father and younger sister, blankets and those padded seat covers they sold as souvenirs with the mascot emblazoned on them tucked beneath their arms. Megan also had a hand held game system peaking out of her pocket. “I don't really know,” Jensen slipped his hands into his pockets to keep from fidgeting. “I don't usually come to games...”

Sharon pursed her lips a bit, flattening them into a thin pink line, “Well, why don't you sit with us? You can always move if you see a friend.”

His chest tightened a bit, nervous butterflies twisting and churning. While sitting with Jared's family might be a bit awkward, it was much better then sitting by himself. That and saying no would have its own awkward feeling to it. A small smile slipped across his lips, “If you don't mind, okay. That'd be okay- me sitting with you.”

“No need to be nervous around us,” Gerry clapped him on the shoulder as they started walking, moving towards the center bleacher. “It'll be nice to have someone to discuss the game with. These girls don't really appreciate a good football game.”

Wincing a bit, Jensen hazarded a look up at his boyfriend's father. Jared was already as tall as his father, would probably be taller in a couple years. He cleared his throat, “You may, uh, need to explain some stuff. I don't usually watch football. Only occasionally, if my... my foster father is watching it.” A distinct giggle came from a few steps behind, Megan was smothering a laugh behind a thick white sweatshirt sleeve. There was a Hello Kitty on the front of her sweatshirt, bundled up and ready to go skiing, pink snowflakes trailing down the sleeves.

Gerry just smiled at him, only slightly tight, “At least you might pay attention.”

“I pay attention, Gerry,” Sharon frowned at her husband, pulling at the edge of her blouse to adjust it. “It just isn't really my favorite sport, although I do enjoy a good game- especially when my son is playing.”

They ended up sitting in the third row of bleachers just above the left forty yard line. Jensen sat next to Jared's father, Sharon next to him and Megan sandwiching her mother between them. He probably ended up learning more about football in that one evening than he learned in an average math class. Gerry Padalecki truly loved the game, he even mentioned having played football himself during high school. His passion for the game was clearly expressed through his voice.

It was an interesting experience, one Jensen actually kind of liked. It was way past dark when the game finally ended, going into overtime. They won though, Jared throwing the ball to Chad for the final touchdown. He never pictured going to a live game as being so exhilarating, so fun. But it was- it just a different sort of fun than Jensen was normally comfortable with.

The feeling of school spirit was kind of contagious with the crowd cheering, band playing, and the cheerleaders breaking out into one final routine. Jensen watched as Jared and his teammates congratulated each other, celebrating their victory with all the usual vigor. He smiled, watching Jared hug Chad, quick and complete with friendly back slaps.

“How about dinner?” Gerry asked, startling Jensen from his thoughts. They were all standing now, getting ready to file out of the stadium.

“Dinner?”

“We usually take Jared out for a good dinner after a win,” Sharon smiled, cautiously stepping down to the next bleacher step. The rows beneath them were mostly vacated. “He'd love it if you would join us?”

“I don't know,” He bit his lip, glancing down as he followed them.

“Do you have anything better to do?”

Jensen looked up, noticing Gerry's raised eyebrow, “Not really?”

“Then join us,” Sharon smiled lightly at him. “Now, we had pizza the last time... I was thinking Italian.”

“Don't bother trying to get out of it,” Megan appeared at his left, voice a light whisper. “They just want to get to know you a bit better. Since Jared came out you're practically all he talks about. He's worse than Jeff with his current girlfriend- and Jeff already bought an engagement ring.”

Jensen's cheeks warmed, he could feel it past the chilly November air, “Really?”

She raised an eyebrow, “Duh. You can't tell?”

“I think I'm starting to be able to.”

They met up with Jared in the parking lot about half an hour later. Jensen's boyfriend was all smiles. He wrapped his arms around Jensen and pulled him into a hug, tilting his face to press a very brief chaste kiss against his neck. The quarterback was full of energy, even after expending a ton of it during the game.

Pulling back, Jared's kept one hand on Jensen's left shoulder and turned to his parents, “Food?”

“We were thinking Italian, how does the Past Time sound, honey?” Sharon smiled, moving towards their SUV.

Jared, pretending to think it over for a second, glanced back at Jensen. He shrugged in reply to Jared's unasked question. “Sounds yummy. I'm starving!” One long arm tightened around Jensen's shoulders as his boyfriend pulled him towards the other side of the car. “Let's go!”

The car ride and dinner was full of chatter about the game and classes. Mostly about the game. The restaurant was an old one and had two main areas- one with lots of booths and a bar where lunch was sold during the day, and one made up to be a dinner area. A place for families to eat with long tables or well kept, newer, booths, to sit at. They ended up sitting at a nicely set table in the back corner of the main dining room. The walls around them were covered with old photos of the city, dating back to the early 1900s. There were a few recognizable buildings that still existed today. The city was even restoring some of them to their original facades.

The all ordered some sort of Italian dish, ravioli, spaghetti, and some dish with white sauce Jensen couldn't remember the name of. He had meat ravioli with marinara sauce. It was probably the first time he'd ever had ravioli that wasn't Chef Boyardee. In addition to the main dish they also got bread and butter to share and salads, except for Jared ordered a bowl of soup- tonights special was Clam Chowder- instead. It was the best meal Jensen had eaten at a restaurant since before his parents died.

The atmosphere of dinner was much better than the last one they had. Jensen almost felt like part of the family. So much so it almost felt like he was seven again, surrounded by faces he could barely remember. It was nice. When the waitress appeared at his elbow, offering to refill drinks, he was broken out of his thoughts. Shaking his head he turned his gaze to Jared, sharing a small smile and watching the play of emotions across his boyfriend's face.

It was really a really nice dinner.

*****


The rest of the weekend was quiet. Jensen worked both Saturday and Sunday, an eight hour shift on Saturday, five on Sunday. He didn't see Jared but for five minutes before six on Saturday. The quarterback came in and bought an espresso, with extra cream and chocolate sauce to the point that it was almost a milk shake instead of coffee. Or that was Jensen's opinion, anyway. The liquid part of the drink was closer to white in color than brown. Their fingers brushed when he passed the drink to Jared, a pleasant tingle spreading away from the contact like a spider web beneath his skin.

Sophia had grinned at him, rolling her eyes when he turned back to her and told him to take a quick break. Emphasis on the quick. He walked Jared back to his car. It was only a minutes walk away, parked along the street, and they stole a quick kiss before he had to get back to work. Jared was going to go to a party that night to catch up with some friends- specifically Chad.

Jensen worked a morning shift on Sunday for the first time in months. He was done just after lunch and made his way home, taking the bus. The rest of the day was spent doing home improvements for the most part. Around five Jared showed up unannounced. He handed them both drinks, ice cold cherry Cool Aide that Adair made. The quarterback ended up spending three hours helping them affix new molding and put a coat of primer on the wall.

It was almost surreal, Denis seemed to genuinely enjoy having the extra help. There was almost no awkwardness. Even when Jared and Jensen got in a mini paint fight, which was all Jared's fault since he was painting the molding above the window with a brush and dripped it onto Jensen's forehead. The older man had just grinned and told them to 'knock it off' or he'd make them paint the ceiling too.

The next morning Jensen doesn't wake up at his usual time. The power had blipped during the night, resetting the alarm clock. He barely managed to catch the bus in time, hair still wet from a rushed shower and stomach empty. It's a bad start to the day, but there are only two days of school due to the Thanksgiving holiday. Jensen was looking forward to the extended weekend, even though Jared was going to be out of town having dinner at his grandparents. He was only slotted to work two days, a five hour afternoon shift on Friday and an eight hour closing shift on Saturday. There would be plenty of time for him to catch up on sleep and practice. The competition was less than three weeks away and at some point in the next month Jensen was going to be recording himself playing for his college and scholarship applications.

He ended up eating lunch with Jared and Sandy indoors, mostly due to Jared maneuvering him through the crowds. The taller teenager wasn't manhandling him or anything, Jensen just didn't tend to pay that much attention to where he was going when his boyfriend was around. Jared had caught up with him in the lunch line, squeezing in behind him without a ruckus- just sent a dimpled smile towards the petite sophomore queued up behind Jensen. She was a member of the dance team and a pretty good one at that or so Jensen thought.

He didn't know much about dancing but the team performed at nearly every assembly and had won an award last year of some type or other. Genevieve was her name, maybe. He could be wrong but it had stuck with him due to Danneel making some joke about Lancelot and Gwenevere that hadn't made much sense to him but whatever. Jensen really didn't care that much about gossip but Danneel had groused about the freshmen girl getting the spot over her friend Katie Cassidy for the dance team's whole performance and apparently the dance coach's name was Lance. It was hard for him to forget things like that- even if he wanted to.

They avoided PDA's at school, even post practice when walking to Jared's car. It wasn't that they were hiding their relationship, it was just that Jensen didn't feel the need to kiss Jared in front of their classmates. He didn't feel that comfortable watching Chad and Kenzie or Alyson and Seth make out during passing period and didn't feel the need to show off for his classmates. It wasn't like Jensen needed approval from his peers to date the quarterback or something.

That didn't mean they were entirely hands off, however. Jared was pretty touchy feely with his friends and since Jensen was considerably more than a friend, he spent a lot of time touching him. Most of the time it was just a hand on a shoulder, arm slung around shoulders, fingers brushing, a quick touch, and then there was the occasional time when it was something else, something more. At one point the week after Halloween, Jensen had been just standing there talking with Danneel, who had actually parked a few cars down from Jared, when Jared came up and wrapped himself around him. Danneel had commented on the whole thing later stating that Jared had practically been humping his leg. Her whole Jared is a puppy dog theory had come back into play spectacularly.

Like every Monday, Jensen had quartet practice that afternoon. Since the competition was only a few weeks away, Mike and Chris both showed up. It only took a little bit of blackmail and prodding from Danneel to assure they'd both be there. Somehow she even managed to get Mike to behave; he only made three crude remarks during the whole two hours they were there.

At the end of practice, when they were all packing up and cleaning up whatever mess they left- in Mike's case a dozen M&M's had appeared on the floor at his feet at some point. The cellist was wearing a sweatshirt so Jensen thought he probably had an open bag of the candy in the large pocket.

“Hey Jensen, need a ride?” Looking up, Jensen watched as Chris twisted the metal end pin of his bass, loosening it and slipping it back up into the instrument before tightening it again. Unlike most of the violin and viola players, and the majority of the cellists, the bassists had two instruments each. One, usually the schools, they left in the music room and one they kept at home. If they actually owned the one at home, like Chris, then they'd bring that instrument along for concerts and other events.

“No,” Jensen shook his head, gaze returning to his instrument as he secured it. He made a mental note to look into getting stronger velcro. The strap to secure the instrument wasn't that good, even for a new case. It just didn't want to stick for some reason. “Jared's giving me a ride. In his car. I'm getting a ride home with Jared.”

“I bet you are,” Mike grumbled, shuffling his music back into the folder. “It's so unfair.”

Sighing, Danneel raised an eyebrow, “What's unfair? Wait I think I know the answer to that.”

“What?” Jensen glanced up at her, eyes darting to Mike for a second before turning back to the violinist. Chris made a noise that was almost a laugh but more of a snort.

“You and Jared. Well,” Mike shoved his folder under his arm, resting it between his side and bicep. “I can understand Jared... but you? Of all the people to get laid before me... I just don't understand-”

“Mike!” And really, if Danneel hadn't smacked him with her music folder Jensen probably would have. As it is he was probably a bright shade of red. “That was totally rude!”

“Thanks Dani.”

“Besides, he's not having sex with Jared. Yet,” Danneel said as she twisted the metal stand's top half backwards and skid it across the floor to rest against the wall. The shelf behind it held a row of plastic covered sheet music belonging to the choir. “He'd be in a much better mood if he had. Probably wouldn't blush as much either.”

Groaning inwardly, Jensen screwed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them and glaring at her. She just smiled brightly, ruffling his hair as she passed him. Luckily the subject dropped as they all went their separate ways, Chris and Mike heading towards the music parking lot while Danneel followed Jensen towards the far parking lot.

The weather was pretty nice, not perfect but nice. It was slightly overcast but not in any real danger of raining. Danneel had parked near the teacher's lot, about fifteen spots down from where Jared's green Mazda was glinting in the sun. Jared must have just washed the car the day before, when he saw it on Saturday it had been covered in dried leaves and spots of dust. The quarterback had let himself out Sunday evening, Jensen had only walked him upstairs to the front door and the car had been parked a couple houses down since Margaret had parked on the curb that night.

The football team was still outside practicing when they passed the tennis courts and Danneel poked fun at Jensen as he tried to spot Jared through two layers of wire fencing. Most of the players were wearing helmets and going over drills, which made it impossible for Jensen to spot his boyfriend. His steps must have faltered as his eyes roved over the players he could see because a moment later Danneel's arm had slipped through his and Jensen was being pulled towards the parking lot again.

“You can wait for your boy toy at his car,” She pinched his arm causing him to look towards her. “They still have to get changed and hit the showers. In the mean time you can escort me to my metal carriage and chat. Perhaps I'll even keep you company for a few minutes.”

“He's not my boy toy, Dani. He's my boyfriend,” Jensen flushed a bit. He didn't say that out loud very often.

“Is there really a difference?”

Frowning, Jensen had to admit that he wasn't really sure what the definition of 'boytoy' actually was. It kind of had a sinister feel to it; though, whereas 'boyfriend' seemed was more sweet... or something. “Maybe?”

“Anyway,” Danneel grinned and shifted the hand wrapped around his arm up for a second, ducking her head down so she could slip a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She was carrying her violin in the other. “Are you two doing anything over break?”

“I uh, don't think so. Maybe a movie. A movie on Sunday if he gets home in time,” Jensen shrugged slightly, feeling the left strap of his backpack slip down his shoulder slightly. He really needed to adjust that. “He's driving to his grandparents for Thanksgiving. Might be home on Saturday, his parents didn't really know for sure. Depends, I guess.”

Nodding absently, Danneel dropped her hold on his arm to get into her purse as they neared the short fence, “Sounds typical. I have to go to my Aunt's so I won't be around either.” As she shifted through her purse, digging towards the bottom of the bag, she glanced up at him. “Do you have any plans?”

“Not a lot,” He shook his head and watched her face twist with frustration as she searched for her elusive keys. This was a typical scene for her and Jensen always wondered why she didn't get a purse with a special pocket inside or just put the keys in her pocket. Of course he wouldn't actually tell her that, he'd probably get some lecture filled with some sort of girl logic if he did. “Margaret is cooking dinner, Rain is going to visit his grandparents in the nursing home, and Margaret's daughter's family is coming into town.”

Muriel was still in college, getting her masters, but she had a boyfriend whose wife had died in a car accident five years ago, leaving him with an infant to take care of. He was only five years older but managed a family run auto shop. Jensen had only met the man once and couldn't remember his name. They'd been dating for three years now and Margaret mentioned that he was probably scared to propose due to how early his last wife had been taken from him.

“Sounds like it should be fun,” Danneel held her car keys up in triumph before sliding them into the car door, opening it.

“Margaret is a good cook. She makes the best candied sweet potatoes.”

She nodded and turned to him after settling her instrument and backpack into the back seat, “Well thank you, good sir, for escorting me to my carriage.” He rolled his eyes, sighing as she reached up and tapped the tip of his nose with one long finger. “I think football practice is over, better go wait for your boyfriend. I gotta get going anyway, promised my Mom I'd tape her news show for her and I completely forgot to set the VCR this morning.”

“See you later,” He waved a bit as she backed up her car and pulled out of the parking lot. Adjusting his grip on his instrument, Jensen felt if bump against his thigh. The case was really nice, on the outside especially. It was hard with a cloth covering, almost like canvas but not. He wasn't sure what the material was called but it was easy to clean off any mud or dirt. In addition to the metal clip it also had a zipper around the edge. Jensen liked this case a lot better than the beat up one the school instrument had been kept in.

It always did that, bump against him in time with his strides. Over the years Jensen had gotten used to the feel and sometimes, when walking long distances without his instrument, it almost felt like he was missing a limb. A few moments later he reached Jared's car and hesitated, looking from the car itself to the grass. While it hadn't really rained today, there had been a few short drizzles here and there, just a spattering of rain. Since the sun was mostly hidden the grass had yet to dry. He really didn't want to sit in the wet grass. Instead, Jensen ended up leaning against the passenger side of Jared's car. There was a truck next to it, one that had been customized with a detailed paint job and extra large wheels. Jensen really didn't understand the big deal or use to having wheels that didn't really fit the car.

Dropping his back pack onto the mostly dry gravel, Jensen leaned back against the green car, shifting his viola to an upright position next to him, hand resting on the top as it rested against his leg. It was pretty quiet out, only a few car related noises, some crickets and birds. He wasn't sure where exactly the crickets were but thought it was unlikely the sound was carrying all the way from across the street. Might be though.

He stood there enjoying the light play of the cool breeze against his skin, even though it was getting pretty cold out, for a while just lost in his thoughts. It wasn't until he heard gravel crunching under feet that Jensen looked up. Starting a bit, he straightened as he caught sight of Chad just a few feet away, keys in hand. Oh, right, the truck was probably Chad's. Jared mentioned Chad had a truck, Jensen had even seen it before in the parking lot. Hell, Chad had almost backed up into him- and other students- more then once. The guy wasn't the most observant driver.

“Hey,” Jensen said softly, awkwardly shifting, leaning down slightly to pick up his viola.

Chad just watched him for a moment, keys dangling from his hand, one finger through the metal circle. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, waiting. Waiting for Jared.”

There was another awkward silence, just a few beats of quiet broken only by the distant sound of a car starting. Jensen dropped his gaze to the ground, eyeing a bright white rock amidst a sea of gray stones. It sparkled slightly, edges rough. Jensen had done a science fair project when he was six on different types of rocks with his Dad. He wished he could remember what type of rock that was.

“Why?”

At the question, Jensen looked up, a frown tipping the edge of his lips, “He's giving me a ride home. To my house.”

“I got that,” Chad shifted, blue eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. “But why? That stupid assignment Kripke forced on him is over. Why the hell are you still following him around?”

“I'm not-”

“I can't think of another reason for you to be waiting here like a lost puppy. Seriously, Ackles, give it a rest-”

“I don't,” Jensen spoke up, fingers tightening slightly around the handle of his instrument case. He forced them to relax after a moment. “I don't know what Jared has told you. It's none of my business, but we're friends and he said he'd give me a ride.” If Jared hadn't told Chad there had to be a reason and Jensen wasn't going to be the one to out his boyfriend to the other teen.

Chad scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Jared always has been too nice. Doesn't want to make people feel bad. Take my advice and just take off. He's just too nice to tell you himself.”

Something twisted inside Jensen's gut, all of his insecurities and the worries he'd felt since homecoming suddenly at the forefront of his mind. During the few weeks that they'd been going out, Jared had assured him half a dozen times of the sincerity and reality of their growing relationship. It wasn't that Jensen had doubted it, per se, but it was almost too good to be true. There was always some tiny voice inside of him, his pessimistic side, that worried about everything. After all, the star quarterback of the football team being interested in him a music obsessed nobody? Kind of hard to believe. But Jensen had believed and did believe. Until Jared himself told him otherwise there was nothing to make him second guess his boyfriend. Besides Chad had spent the better part of two months boring holes into Jensen's head with his eyes.

“If Jared doesn't like me, if he doesn't want me around he would tell me,” Jensen was doing his best to stand his ground, back straight, eyes meeting Chad's.

“I just told you he's-”

“Too nice to tell me to go away himself?” Jensen shifted his stance, resting more of his weight onto his left food, viola bumping lightly against his right thigh. “I don't think- Jared isn't like that. Wouldn't do that.”

“Like you know him that well,” Chad laughed a bit, his free hand flexing. He didn't have a backpack with him, but then he could have stored it in his truck or had Kenzie do it for him before practice. “I've been his best friend since we were little kids. You just became friends a month ago. You don't know him at all.”

“Yes, I do know Jared,” He clenched his jaw, muscles flexing in his cheek. “I think I know him better than you do.”

Really, Jensen should have expected what happened next. It wasn't like he had never heard about Chad's temper. The guy had punched another football player last year during the semi-finals and gotten side lined for the game. Apparently there had been some comment made that was quite insulting, Mike had joked about it the Monday after the game. Tom was his next door neighbor and they were pretty good friends outside of school so the cellist had gotten a pretty good description of the confrontation. He just wasn't really a person that ever got into fights himself. Most of the time Jensen tried to avoid anything remotely resembling an argument with another person. A physical confrontation with anyone had been the farthest thing from his mind. That was why he really wasn't prepared for Chad to shove him back hard enough to hit the ground.

It was an awkward fall, Jensen wasn't able to really catch himself. The football player had an inch on him and a lot of muscle. He landed on his back, barely managing to keep his head from hitting the ground. The rear of his viola case hit the ground first, hard, and his loosened grip meant it slid from his hands and bounced, landing on it's top with the faint twang of strings bumping up and something else, a muffled thump that Jensen hoped was from his mute or rosin hitting the top of the compartment they were in. Jensen really wasn't having a good day.

“What the hell is going on?”

Before Chad could say, or do, anything else he was interrupted by a familiar voice. Jared. Jensen glanced up warily to where his boyfriend was standing near the front bumper of his car, cat like hazel eyes narrowed at the scene in front of him.

“Just chatting with Ackles, letting him know what's up,” Chad turned to look at his friend. Jensen shifted his gaze down as he pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing at the feel of gravel beneath his palms. Lifting one hand up, he noticed the imprint of gravel and a couple of small, bloodless, scrapes. It was going to be a bit painful to play for a day or two.

“And what's that?” Jared moved towards them, stopping momentarily next to Chad.

“That the assignment is over so there's no need for-”

“What?” The look on the quarterback's face was practically indecipherable and Jensen wasn't sure if he really wanted to decipher it. Instead he focused on getting to his feet and retrieving his instrument. It had skidded to a stop near one of the large wheels of Chad's truck. “There's no need for what?”

“For him to follow you around anymore.”

“Follow me around? Where'd you get that idea from?”

“Jay, man, you're always with him now. You've only hung out with your real friends like three times since homecoming and even then you don't stay long,” Chad's voice had gained a hint of caution, but the tone still held a hint of anger and a lot of annoyance.

Jared sighed and moved until he was standing next to Jensen. The violist looked up at his boyfriend, meeting Jared's eyes warily. “You okay Jensen?”

“Yeah,” Jensen's gaze darted quickly to Chad then back up to Jared's face, meeting his eyes. “I think so. It was just a shove. Not like he punched me or something.”

Nodding, Jared turned his attention back to his friend, “Chad, I like you and have fun hanging out... but I have other people in my life I want to spend time with. I don't get on your case for spending time with Kenzie, do I?”

The other teen blinked, a hint of confusion joining the annoyance, “That's hardly the same thing.”

“Yes it is,” Jared stated, calmly as his fingers found Jensen's, carefully threading them together loosely, keeping a bit of space between their palms. “You're my best friend Chad, but Jensen's my boyfriend. I'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to scare him off or freak him out again. Laying off the glares would be nice, too.”

The sore palms were almost worth the look on Chad's face at Jared's declaration. Almost.

*****


Jared took a few minutes to explain the whole thing to Chad who didn't quite understand. Apparently finding out his best friend was gay and dating Jensen was a bit much for his mind. That was Jensen's theory anyway. While they talked, he had borrowed the quarterback's keys and unlocked the car, settling their backpacks and his viola into the back seat.

Once it was in the car, Jensen had unzipped and opened the case. For a long moment he had just stared, heart nearly thudding to a stop, arms tingling with shock and dismay. The instrument itself wasn't damaged, not badly, anyway. There was a slight indentation at the base of the bridge where the bridge had skidded slightly against the polished wood until it had snapped. It wasn't something that would take long to fix, but it would take money and it also meant finding someone that could fix it.

Hesitating a bit, Jensen had turned and pulled the instrument from the car, carrying it out to where Chad and Jared were talking. The blond at least had the decency to look sorry and, after a glare from Jared, had offered to have it fixed. Jensen wasn't sure on the cost, but made arrangements with the other teen to talk with Mrs. Smith about finding someone and putting Chad in contact with them. Jared even told Chad that if it wasn't done in a timely fashion he'd get his friends parents involved in the issue. Apparently, they had told Chad if he got into anymore fights there would be no more car and no more parties for the rest of his senior year.

By the time Jared pulled his car up to Jensen's house, it was almost six. He spent the entire car ride just staring out the window, fingers tracing over the leather upholstery. His boyfriend didn't say much, but grasped his hand for most of the ride, fingers a warm reminder of happier things. They shared a short kiss and Jared insisted on coming in to work on homework for an hour or two, calling home to let his parents know he'd probably miss dinner.

Jensen was happy for Jared's reassuring presence. Even if Chad was wrong the words had hurt, felt like a daggers sliding through his gut. Just having Jared there kept him from dwelling and reminded him of every moment they had shared and every small reminder that this was real he had been given by the taller teen. While he didn't have that small scrap of paper that told him homecoming night wasn't a dream anymore, Jensen did have this. And this? It was more than enough.

******

Next

Note: Sorry for the extra long break between parts... I had to rewrite the last portion completely and then was forced to drive home for two days that meant I didn't get more then a paragraph written during that time. Part 10 should be up by Saturday seeing how most of it is done and it is the last part of the main fic. I hope you all enjoyed this! I'm not really into extended agnst so I hope how I dealt with Chad was satisfactory.

Date: 2009-06-10 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icw-diva-777.livejournal.com
I will mourn when this story is finished. LOL i luvs dis story its great

Date: 2009-06-10 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Well, I have chapter sized time stamps plotted out already, so at least there are those to look forward to! :) Thank you so much for reading! <3

Date: 2009-06-10 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] z3s-keep-going.livejournal.com
man Chad's a jerk! Love it and can't wait for the last part ;D

Date: 2009-06-10 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
He is a jerk! Thanks for reading and commenting *hugs*

Date: 2009-06-10 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anifsemaj.livejournal.com
Chad was really being a jerk, but I'm glad he is going to pay to have the viola fixed, even if it was under pressure from Jared.

Date: 2009-06-10 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Chad has his reasons... they've mostly been explained, I think. He's very much into the whole popular group and non popular groups mentality, I guess. I couldn't not have him pay for the damage since he caused it... Jared just wouldn't have let his best friend get away with hurting his boyfriend like that!

Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed it! :) *hugs*

Date: 2009-06-10 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arabella-w.livejournal.com
it was a wonderful chapter!

He got the chance to expend more time with Jared's family and to watch/enjoy one game, and it was so perfect.

I'm glad the Chad thing didn't went that far as punches or misunderstandings for bad comments. It was great how Jared reacted.

Date: 2009-06-10 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Yeah, I didn't want a huge overly agnst ridden confrontation. Just Chad being an idiot. Sides, Jensen isn't someone who really enjoys confrontation. I was kinda nervous about how the last scene came off but I think it ended up pretty good.

Thank you so much for reading! <3

Date: 2009-06-10 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreyth.livejournal.com
I think that I am sad that the story is almost over. Great job though!

Date: 2009-06-10 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Me too! :( *hugs* Be happy to know that I have chapter size time stamps already plotted out! *hugs* Thank you so much for reading!

Date: 2009-06-10 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bflyw.livejournal.com
I was so happy to see an update! Can't wait for next part. You can alrady start writing the sequel! I know I want more!

Date: 2009-06-10 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
*hug* I want more too! I'm still working on part 10... but I do have time stamps for this fic already planned. I'm not sure if I can call them actual *sequels*, but most will be similar in length to one of these chapters.

Thank you so much for reading and commenting! <3

Date: 2009-06-10 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bflyw.livejournal.com
Oh yay, timestamps! :-)
Can I be allowed to come with one request? (and it's totally up to you if you want to write it or not). I would really like to see Jensen get in touch with his siblings again... some day.... I am so curious of where Josh has ended up, and how he (Josh) will deal with the fact that his brother is gay (when they finally meet again).

Date: 2009-06-10 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Hmmm maybe... I hadn't decided how to deal with Josh yet... but I do want to *considers* Gotta wait till after I finish part 10 to think too much on it!

Date: 2009-06-10 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] avon-09.livejournal.com
Just worried there's going to be repercussions for Jared now he's come out to Chad.

Date: 2009-06-10 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Chad may be a douche, but he is Jared's best friend so...

Thanks for reading :) *hugs*

Date: 2009-06-10 08:41 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] angels3.livejournal.com
I'm glad your not and I think Chad needs his ass beat but I'll get over it *sighs* as long as he fixes Jensen's viola and lays off being a pain.

Can't wait for more.

Date: 2009-06-10 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Oh I agree, Chad is an idiot. Jared's going to be on his case now methinks though

Thank you for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

Date: 2009-06-10 11:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] supernatangel67.livejournal.com
Chad is a jerk!!! Glad Jared showed up when he did! Will hate to see the end of this, but glad to hear you have some timestamps for it. I LOVE this fic!!!! It's AWESOME!

Date: 2009-06-10 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
*hug* I'm glad you're enjoying it so much! I'll be sad to see the end too! <3

Date: 2009-06-10 12:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gypsy-atavari.livejournal.com
Hey! I'm glad that Jared finally told Chad. If they're supposed to be best friends, he really should have told him sooner.

I hope this means Chad will be less of a douche to Jensen.

So happy that Jared stood up for Jensen. :)

Date: 2009-06-10 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Yeah, but teens are stupid at times.... *hugs* Thanks for reading! :)

Date: 2009-06-10 12:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] batina35.livejournal.com
So glad Jensen didn't give in to his insecurities and Jared was able to tell Chad how things really were. Loved this chapter.

Date: 2009-06-10 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
I know! Jensen's just growing into himself :) Thank you for reading and commenting- I'm glad you enjoyed it! <3

Date: 2009-06-10 03:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] followthesp1der.livejournal.com
*grimace* The second after the description of that noise when the case fell, my first thought was "Oooh, that's a bridge snapping..."

Fictional!Jensen, I feel your pain.

I'll be sad when this story is over, but I'm certainly enjoying it now! Great chapter! ^_^

Date: 2009-06-10 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
I feel his pain too... I found someone to repair my viola now that I have some extra cash. Although, it's bridge breaking had little to do with rough play and more to do with it being the first time I was tuning it and I'd never tuned all four strings at once before *hides*

Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad you're enjoying it :)

*hug*

Date: 2009-06-10 07:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angieboo878.livejournal.com
Great chapter.

Chad is such an ass *smacks him upside the head* Glad that Jared proved himself though :)

And Jensen handled his viola being damaged much better than I would have! I completely fell apart when my flute got damaged at school, LOL

Looking forward to the next part :)

Date: 2009-06-10 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surevesta.livejournal.com
Oh I completely fell apart whenever something happened to my instrument... but I really couldn't see him outwardly crying- not while Chad was still around anyway. He was certainly weeping in the inside though.

Thank you so much for reading and commenting! <3

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