Hey everybody!! This is just a super-random, really short, one-shot ficlet. I just said, Hey, I wonder what Joren and Garvey were thinking about after Neal said that insult.... And I didn't recall any other fics like that, so I said, heck, I'll write it!! If someone did write a fic like this - I'M SO SO SORRY!!
anyway, I hope you like it!! (and no, there's not smut!)
ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters - they belong to the wonderful Tamora. I DO own the plot!

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Joren is so pretty. Say, Garvey, are you two friends because you can have him? - Neal, pg. 48 Page -

That night, Garvey of Runnerspring layed awake in his bed, despite how tired he was from brawling and the extra work from fixing the stable. Neal's insult rang through his head. Was that the reason he was friends with Joren? Before he became friends with him, he never insulted or picked on anyone, but now....why had he become friends with Joren in the first place?

Because I had no friends and I though Joren was handsome. He grabbed his head. Oh, Gods. He got up and splashed cold water on his face. He did think Joren was pretty handsome, but yet, he was so cruel and rude, and he could never love another man...he was from Stone Mountain! The most narrow-minded and conservative family in all of Tortall! He laid back down. Joren would never love him, so he couldn't allow himself to love him. They'd just stay friends. He tried to sleep, but a pair of blue eyes kept floating in front of his eyelids......

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Joren too was wide awake that night, pondering the day's events. Neal's insult came as a surprise to him. He knew women thought he was handsome - he used this to his advantage, but he never thought men would also find him attractive....this was a complete shock.

He rolled over on his side. And Garvey, nonetheless. He didn't think much of him - he was just another of his followers who picked on the younger, weaker pages whenever he could. He did whatever Joren told him. He was easy enought o manipulate, but he wasn't foolish enough to love a man, let alone Joren himself.

Speaking of foolish, Joren got up, fixed his hair, put on breeches and went out into the hall to see if there were any servant ladies walking around alone. He needed a woman now more than ever to prove his manliness, if only to himself.