Due to recent fangirls tackling certain someones on stairwells I got to thinking: "What would you do if you could meet one of the guys by themselves? Just you and then by yourselves?"
Now I know a lot of you... err, hormonal fans want to jump all over them and 'sex them up' and/ or glomp them both to the floor, but I mean in reality that is like... ya know, rape. Which is bad. And highy unlikely for the men to respond to.
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Ok you all need to take
two things into account before I write this.
1. I was very very
sleep deprived last night so I had to make up stories in my head to
go to bed, this is just one of them. (no they weren't smutty but
thats a discussion for another night)
2. My imagery is creepy
sometimes...
Ok, so it's like this:
It's set in Houston, Texas (my hometown) and I am walking towards the Neiman Markus entrance that leads into the Galleria mall from the outdoor stairs that came from the underground parking lot. (I might take a picture of it later)
It is nearly past dusk and the lights are on outside.
The stairwell is underneath
about three large oak trees that have the branches shading the
majority of the entrance.
There are only about two slab stone
benches from the parking lot to the door's entrance.
Jared is
sitting on one with his head in his hands as people filter around him
not paying attention to the tall hunched over man. (Houstonians are
pricks sometimes)
I immediately know who he is for obvious reasons and at first I don't want to disturb him because it looks like the last thing he wants right now is a fangirl on his hands. I wouldn't single him out as being a Movie/TV star, but as a man who looks upset.
It's a long bench and I sit down on the other end
of it facing the same direction of his towards the trunk of a tree
and ask "Are you ok?" Not meeting his gaze.
He
wasn't paying attention and jumps slightly and immediately goes into
'happy-fake actor mode' and says "ohhh yeah... I just needed a
little air." and as if to brush me off that he is fine and I
need not bother him he smiles.
It's a fake smile of course, I know this immediately.
Me: "Oh? Air from what? " (I
play the dumb card, pretending I don't know who he is.)
Jared
(straightens up): "They are doing this (waves hand in
emphases) dinner for this thing I'm part of and it was just
getting too stuffy."
Me: "Huh... how long were you up
there? The ballroom right?"
Jared: "Yeah Ballroom, about
45 minutes, but I mean... it was really..."
Me:
"Boring?"
Jared: "Well not boring exactly, kind of
just grueling..."
Me: "Grueling... a party was
grueling?"
Jared: "I've been to a lot of
parties..."
Me: "Ah, gotcha. Makes a wee bit more sense
if you were just plain sick of it."
Jared:
"Exactly"
(silence carries for about a minute or two as we watch shoppers bundle past with their many bags of goods)
Me:
"Aren't they going to be wondering what happened to you?"
Jared
sighs: "Hopefully not for a few more minutes, my friend might
come looking for me though, and I don't exactly want to get him
caught in a crowd."
Me: "What the hell does that mean?
Ugh! Sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that! I talk without my
brain computing sometimes."
Jared: "Naw it's ok. My
friend is just kind of well... famous?"
Me: "You've got
a "Famous Friend"? (Uses air quotations) You know
The Galleria is pretty big and cluttered he'd probably be able to
navigate anyways"
Jared (releases a shuddered laugh while
breathing out) "You know who Jensen Ackles is?"
Me:
"You meaaann Dean Winchester?" (Big Smile on my dumb
face)
Jared: "Ahh... so much for being incognito"
(looks down smiling slightly)
Me: "Dude, you just
mentioned you were friends with Jensen Ackles, who else were you
going to be Sam?"
Jared: "That was mean and
tricky..."
Me (proudly): "Yes... yes it was."(big
smile)
Me: "Ya know... your pretty lucky right
now."
Jared: "Oh yeah? Why?"
Me: "Well for
one thing I am not a rabid fangirl... (Jared's eyebrow peek in
surprise) ...you know what I mean."
Jared: "True,
but I mean they are just excited..."
Me: "Keep telling
yourself that the next time someone glomps your tall self to the
ground and starts grabbing at your hands and pulling your
hair."
Jared: "Getting kind of personal don't you
think?"
Me: "Look, just because I'm not spazzing doesn't
mean I don't know a lot about you. And by the way, not to freak you
out or anything, but MA-N I would be freaked to be famous when total
strangers can name all your family members... and your dogs."
Jared:
"Yeah, I've searched the internet sometimes. It's just like I
need to create a different person for the viewers to see, ya
know?"
Me: "Get's confusing?"
Jared: "Sometimes
but I mean, having fans is really flattering."
Me:
(glares)
Me: "Look, there is a flippin line. No one
should be screeching and throwing themselves at you just because you
are famous and attractive. It's not really appropriate. People need
to respect actors and what-nots because of your achievements and your
success. Not for those... other reasons."
Jared: "If
I said I thought you were lying and you really just wanted a hug and
an autograph what would you do?"
Me: "Dude, I don't hug
strangers... that's kind of creepy. Autograph would be cool, but I
mean it's just proof that I met you, and I don't really need
that."
Jared looks at me very very strangely
Me:
"What? You are a stranger! I might love and care for the
f-i-c-t-i-o-n-a-l character you play on TV, but that's not you,
your just acting the role... be it a really really good job at acting
as Sam Winchester. But he isn't real."
Jared: "Ah,
gotcha"
Me (Sniffs with sarcastic emotion) "Damn
I wish Sam Winchester was real..."
Jared shifts
uncomfortably
Me: "Oh you know I don't mean it like that, how many chances have you had to meet a psychic? I can read Tarot cards, and that's as close as I'm going to get."
(Minute of silence as some pigeons coo by)
Me: "Soo, I've rambled
on enough. Why exactly are you guys in Houston? I'm guessing this is
a Supernatural-related party?"
Jared: "Yeah I don't
really know why here, but you know I wanted to check out this city a
little and it wasn't too far from home and I don't know... they just
put me on a plane and here I am."
Me: "So your really
just out here to get air?"
Jared laughs lightly: "Yeah
it was just kind of weird smiling a lot and nodding and standing
there between other people's conversations. Kind of awkward."
Me:
"No offense towards you but I think I'd shoot myself if I had to
do that on a regular basis."
Jared: "No offense towards
you but thats kind of a strange way to react to parties"
Me:
"Ha! Very true sir! Well, I just don't get a lot of
practice at them. Hell the last one was my prom in that same
ballroom, and by the end of the night my friends and I decided to
rebel against the horrible music and atmosphere by swiping all the
angel centerpieces and balloons."
(Jared looks amused)
Me:
"You know how hard it is to try and steal a giant bouquet of
Mylar balloons..."
(Jared's phone rings and who would have thunk it... it's Jensen.)
Jared (to me): "Sorry, one second"
I start swinging my legs and check my phone for the time.
Jared closes phone and sighs deeply
Me: "They figured out one of their stars was
missing, didn't they?"
Jared: "Apparently 20 minutes
ago..."
Me: "Ouch."
(Jared gets up and I do as well)
Jared: "Well I got to go before they get
security on my ass, thanks for the talk."
Me: "No need
for thanks... we were both bored, it's a mutual thing."
Jared: "Well ok then..."
Me: "Oh. Oh yeah."
I stick my arm out and he offers his hand in a shake.
"Hi, I'm Jill, and you are?"
