Fic: Greatest Girlfriend in the World (RPS) 2/5

Feb 20, 2007 10:05

Title: The Greatest Girlfriend in the World 2/5
Pairing: Sandywhack aka Sandy/Jared
Rating: PG for this part
Word count: 1272
Notes: A fictional romantic rendition of Sandywhack because I’m a sap like that.
POV: Jared's
Beta: Thank you linden_jay! *smishes


You'd think a guy like him wouldn't have this problem, but Jared was convinced girls just didn't get him.

From the time he realized girls weren't "icky", there has always been this moment when he's being himself - charming and cute and funny and polite - and they look at him and go, "Ohhhhh, you're sweet. Is that your brother?"

Or your friend or aren't you Mrs. P's son and zomg, tell her that last test was waaaaaaay too hard.

Even on the Gilmore Girls set all the women wanted to do was pinch his cheeks and feed him, clearly not seeing a 6'3" horny teenager, wandering around with the desperate need to fall on someone.

Oddly enough the only person who seemed interested was Chad and Chad was decidedly not a chick. Or gay or anything else resembling a human being in the real world. Jared might have panicked over his sexuality (hey, maybe all the women in the world knew something he didn't), but in the end he decided that Chad was a) an anomaly and b) incapable of loving one person besides himself and they were better off as friends.

Who occasionally relived some sexual tension mutually.

Dating Alexis was a relief, but there was just something off; at some point Jared realized (and God, he was spending a lot of damn time realizing shit) that he just wanted someone who got him. That didn't scrunch up their face when he was weird or shush him. And someone who gave blowjobs as good as Chad...

***

Leaving Gilmore Girls was tough though Jared felt a little relief. It got exhausting being "nice" all the time, even if that was his natural state. So was cheerful. And amusing. He couldn't help himself. He tried the emo thing and it just made him sleepy.

Work was good, life was good. Women did indeed want to be fallen down on-top of (though with more finesse) and Jared was a damn good kisser so things went well in a casual way. No girlfriends, just sex and dinner and the occasional breakfast.

When he wanted a cuddle or for a look of adoration, he had his dogs. Sad, but true.

***

In Virginia, they gathered on the set near their line of trailers and everyone exchanged names and hometowns and smiles. There were three knock out girls in the cast and Jared did the charming, funny, smiling thing and then the weird thing happened.

Sound got staticky. He started to feel sweaty and weird, like the ground shifted under his feet. And all this was because of the tiny dark haired girl standing across the circle from him.

"Sandy," she said her name with a perky smile and a sexy flash of her eyes. She seemed to be flirting with the whole world with every breath and Jared thought he might need a paper bag to breathe into.

"Dude, you need to stand to the side, I think you're blocking all the sun from Sandy," someone says and Jared flushes. He extends his hand to her and she looks at him and God, he's so stupid gone it's not even funny.

***

He tries to be subtle, asking people about her, trying to get information. He smiles a lot in her direction. Tries not to be obvious when he's smelling her perfume and her shampoo in a truly perverted manner. She couldn't be more oblivious though, or so he thinks until Kristy informs him she's pretty sure Sandy likes him and his panic flares.

"She doesn't act like it." He sounds defensive as he tries to get comfortable on the couch in the "boys dorm" as their large apartment is referred to. It feels like there's a body buried in the stuffing and frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't the case.

"She's just...you know, she's like beautiful and men are always being disgusting to her. She doesn't trust that you're actually a good guy."

Jared rolls his eyes. "And that means she likes me how?"

"It's not you, it's just your penis."

"Well, that ain't goin' nowhere so what am I supposed to do?"

"Just be yourself or rather keep being yourself. And I think she'll realize you're the real deal."

He scowls, looks at Kristy's pretty face. Why couldn't the earth move when he looked at her for God' sake?

"This is nuts. She's never gonna go out with me."

"Sure she is. You just have to be patient."

There's a dozen witty retorts on his tongue about being young and good looking and rich and charming and not having to put up with this but they're all bullshit.

"I hope you're right."

"I'm never wrong at matchmaking, Stretch. Never."

***

So he's nice and charming and kind and just himself though he dials the goofiness down a little bit. Sandy's just...sophisticated and practiced and Jared doesn't want to feel like anymore of a hick with the energy of a three-year-old on a massive sugar high than he already does.

And when he shuts up and just watches her, he realizes a few things. First, she's watching him and boy does that make his ego shine all pretty like. Second, the more nervous she is the more haughty she gets so every time she tosses her hair at him, he knows she's off-kilter.

Which means he's making her off-kilter.

He may or may not do a few dances of joy in the privacy of his trailer about that one.

***

They exchange phone numbers and something flutters in his chest as she takes his home number. Emboldened, Jared kisses her cheek - just a taste to remember this glorious flirtatious crush just in case it never goes further that that.

"Y'all take care now," he smiles, ambling away to the car waiting to take him to the airport.

He doesn't look back because this isn't a romantic chick flick and she's not going to throw herself into his arms. Which sucks ass.

***

Jared jogs around the block a seventh time, his legs burning at the extra push.

He checks his watch and heads back to the townhouse he now owns in a semi-posh LA neighborhood. The dogs have to be fed and loved before he showers and heads out to the bar to meet Derek and some friends from back home who are visiting. He's hoping the run will balance the damage he's going to do his liver in the next ten to fifteen hours.

Unlocks the door, eventually extricates himself from hungry/needy puppies then sees the blinking light on his machine.

"Fucker...if you're canceling," he bitches under his breath, hitting the button as he stretches the kinks out of his legs.

And Sandy's voice creeps out timidly, nervously through the machine and maybe, just maybe, his jaw hits the floor with a wicked loud thunk.

She called him. Out of the blue called him to see how he was doing.

Fuck the stretching, Jared dances.

***

He doesn't return the call until after he showers. He doesn't pick up the phone until he's walking out the door because the urge to call and say "what are you doing RIGHT NOW?" is overwhelming. He's practiced the speech under the spray of water and while he was attempting to tame his hair and picking out socks without holes. Calm, cool. Collected.

The message left, Jared grabs his wallet and saunters out the door.

She called him.

rps (sandywhack)

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