Set Fire to the Rain [Jesse/Andrew]
Rated: PG
Pairing: Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield
Summary: Jesse finds out about the Oscar nominations.
Word Count: 937
Set Fire to the Rain
I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it.
It was dark, and I was over,
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me.
When laying with you, I could stay there.
Close my eyes, feel you here forever.
You and me together, nothing is better.
It should have been a normal morning.
Then again, whenever you realized it’s supposed to blossom into a normal morning, it usually never does. I guess the time was approximately 5:20 when I heard the door unlock in the kitchen. I had fallen asleep on the couch while reading some bizarre cook book was beyond me; I even spent an hour or two contemplating on where I could have even gotten it. My one cat had been curled up at my side, and when my body woke with a jolt to the sound of the lock, she meowed angrily and hopped off.
“Sorry, Kitty,” I mumbled sleepily once I started to become aware of my surroundings. My clothes were incredibly disheveled and the book was still sprawled over my chest with some of the pages bent. God, I could barely move. My muscles were so tense.
Yet, my mind snapped in alarmed attention when I heard the door creak open. Oh, God. I was going to get robbed or it was a serial killer. My brain, unfortunately, turned to mush as I started to scramble for ideas to protect myself.
“W-Who- Who is there?” I asked, my voice cracking just a tad. Yeah, that was going to scare them off.
“Jesse, it’s me.”
My heart skipped a beat. I could figure out that accent anywhere. Andrew.
“Andrew, what are you-“
“C’mon, you gotta look at this, mate,” Andrew quickly said as he rushed into my living room. Still unsure of the situation, my brows furrowed and I ran a hand over my face.
“Andrew, it’s five in the morning.”
“I know, I know, but I had to come over.”
“Couldn’t you have… I don’t know, called?”
“Not this time.” Pulling out his phone, he sat down by my legs, pushing them against the back of the couch. I sat up, leaning on my elbows. My head cocked, though I had no idea what he was talking about. He was scrolling feverishly on his phone through what I guessed was the internet, but I really had no idea. If someone asked me to correctly spell my name on paper, it would come out looking more Hebrew than anything else.
He took a moment when his thumb stopped scrolling. Unsure of if it was time to talk, I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it. Andrew was admiring the screen, it seemed, but after a minute of silence I shifted uncomfortably and spoke up. “Drew, what is it?”
Grinning, he looked up at me, stopping my heart. Even at five in the morning in the darkness he could look positively beautiful. Passing me the phone, he leaned back a bit, but the way his knees shook reminded me of a young kid on Chanukah.
“Congrats, Jesse,” he whispered.
Beyond the point of confusion, my eyes skeptically started down at the phone. I nearly dropped it when my eyes read what was on the screen. No. In big letters, it read:
OSCAR NOMINEES FOR LEAD ACTOR:
Jeff Bridges, “True Grit”
James Franco, “127 Hours”
Colin Firth, “The King’s Speech”
Jesse Eisenberg, “The Social-
Oh my god, that was not my name in that list. Dropping the phone on my lap, my eyes stared up blankly at Andrew who was beaming enough to light up the entire room. However, my reaction wasn’t the one he had been expecting. Slowly, his smile faded and his face changed from a look of pure happiness to total concern.
“Jesse?”
“I can’t do this, Andrew,” I whispered, unable to keep in my emotions. I wasn’t the type to keep my emotions to myself, but I wasn’t able to handle this. “I just- There- It’s so much and I can’t be nominated, I can’t be, this isn’t possible, they are such-“
A sob was lodged in my throat, and for a moment I swore I had managed to keep it from coming out, but in an instant the scent of Andrew was on me and warm arms encircled my body. Losing control, I buried my head deep into his shoulder and let out my fears, my insecurities, my feelings. Although I’d be ashamed to admit it, I cried like a baby and clung onto him for dear life. Every so often I would pick up Andrew’s hand stroking my hair and a ‘Baby, shhhh’ or ‘Jesse, don’t cry, please don’t cry’. I lifted my head despite my tear-stained cheeks and shook my head.
“I wasn’t that good, Drew, I don’t know what to do. I can’t be-“
“Hey.” Andrew cut me off as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine gingerly. At first I froze, but soon my body melted and I let a hand rest on his cheek as I returned the kiss. We sat there for a little while, kissing, until he left my lips and placed various kisses around my face before pulling away. “I’m going to be here every step of the way. If you don’t want to do interviews or anything like that, you don’t have to. If you ever feel like it’s too much, I am going to be right at your side, day and night. I promise, Jesse. You deserve that bloody nomination and, god damn it, I love you so much.”
My lips slowly curled into a small smile, and I nodded and closed my eyes. “I love you, too, Andrew.”
He leaned back in and kissed me a second time. Instinctively, I moved my body closer to the couch so Andrew had a chance to lay on the couch beside me. So there we were, laying and staring at each other, and when I leaned against his chest and his arms went around me, I felt like maybe, for once, I could handle it.
Pairing: Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield
Summary: Jesse finds out about the Oscar nominations.
Word Count: 937
Set Fire to the Rain
I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it.
It was dark, and I was over,
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me.
When laying with you, I could stay there.
Close my eyes, feel you here forever.
You and me together, nothing is better.
It should have been a normal morning.
Then again, whenever you realized it’s supposed to blossom into a normal morning, it usually never does. I guess the time was approximately 5:20 when I heard the door unlock in the kitchen. I had fallen asleep on the couch while reading some bizarre cook book was beyond me; I even spent an hour or two contemplating on where I could have even gotten it. My one cat had been curled up at my side, and when my body woke with a jolt to the sound of the lock, she meowed angrily and hopped off.
“Sorry, Kitty,” I mumbled sleepily once I started to become aware of my surroundings. My clothes were incredibly disheveled and the book was still sprawled over my chest with some of the pages bent. God, I could barely move. My muscles were so tense.
Yet, my mind snapped in alarmed attention when I heard the door creak open. Oh, God. I was going to get robbed or it was a serial killer. My brain, unfortunately, turned to mush as I started to scramble for ideas to protect myself.
“W-Who- Who is there?” I asked, my voice cracking just a tad. Yeah, that was going to scare them off.
“Jesse, it’s me.”
My heart skipped a beat. I could figure out that accent anywhere. Andrew.
“Andrew, what are you-“
“C’mon, you gotta look at this, mate,” Andrew quickly said as he rushed into my living room. Still unsure of the situation, my brows furrowed and I ran a hand over my face.
“Andrew, it’s five in the morning.”
“I know, I know, but I had to come over.”
“Couldn’t you have… I don’t know, called?”
“Not this time.” Pulling out his phone, he sat down by my legs, pushing them against the back of the couch. I sat up, leaning on my elbows. My head cocked, though I had no idea what he was talking about. He was scrolling feverishly on his phone through what I guessed was the internet, but I really had no idea. If someone asked me to correctly spell my name on paper, it would come out looking more Hebrew than anything else.
He took a moment when his thumb stopped scrolling. Unsure of if it was time to talk, I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it. Andrew was admiring the screen, it seemed, but after a minute of silence I shifted uncomfortably and spoke up. “Drew, what is it?”
Grinning, he looked up at me, stopping my heart. Even at five in the morning in the darkness he could look positively beautiful. Passing me the phone, he leaned back a bit, but the way his knees shook reminded me of a young kid on Chanukah.
“Congrats, Jesse,” he whispered.
Beyond the point of confusion, my eyes skeptically started down at the phone. I nearly dropped it when my eyes read what was on the screen. No. In big letters, it read:
OSCAR NOMINEES FOR LEAD ACTOR:
Jeff Bridges, “True Grit”
James Franco, “127 Hours”
Colin Firth, “The King’s Speech”
Jesse Eisenberg, “The Social-
Oh my god, that was not my name in that list. Dropping the phone on my lap, my eyes stared up blankly at Andrew who was beaming enough to light up the entire room. However, my reaction wasn’t the one he had been expecting. Slowly, his smile faded and his face changed from a look of pure happiness to total concern.
“Jesse?”
“I can’t do this, Andrew,” I whispered, unable to keep in my emotions. I wasn’t the type to keep my emotions to myself, but I wasn’t able to handle this. “I just- There- It’s so much and I can’t be nominated, I can’t be, this isn’t possible, they are such-“
A sob was lodged in my throat, and for a moment I swore I had managed to keep it from coming out, but in an instant the scent of Andrew was on me and warm arms encircled my body. Losing control, I buried my head deep into his shoulder and let out my fears, my insecurities, my feelings. Although I’d be ashamed to admit it, I cried like a baby and clung onto him for dear life. Every so often I would pick up Andrew’s hand stroking my hair and a ‘Baby, shhhh’ or ‘Jesse, don’t cry, please don’t cry’. I lifted my head despite my tear-stained cheeks and shook my head.
“I wasn’t that good, Drew, I don’t know what to do. I can’t be-“
“Hey.” Andrew cut me off as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine gingerly. At first I froze, but soon my body melted and I let a hand rest on his cheek as I returned the kiss. We sat there for a little while, kissing, until he left my lips and placed various kisses around my face before pulling away. “I’m going to be here every step of the way. If you don’t want to do interviews or anything like that, you don’t have to. If you ever feel like it’s too much, I am going to be right at your side, day and night. I promise, Jesse. You deserve that bloody nomination and, god damn it, I love you so much.”
My lips slowly curled into a small smile, and I nodded and closed my eyes. “I love you, too, Andrew.”
He leaned back in and kissed me a second time. Instinctively, I moved my body closer to the couch so Andrew had a chance to lay on the couch beside me. So there we were, laying and staring at each other, and when I leaned against his chest and his arms went around me, I felt like maybe, for once, I could handle it.