Title: Jealous
Rating: I think PG-13
for language and content
Warning: one- sided
SLASH
Summary: Rust's
jealous.
Disclaimer: I'm not
really sure who owns them… but I'm betting on a mixture between
warner brother's and co. and who ever wrote the screen play and
neither of those include me so eh… and least I own ….eh…
Author's Note: Well
really what this is, is the outcome of watching ocean's twelve for
the first time, staying up to three in the morning to watch it, and
not liking it as best as I should. And now it's four in the morning
and I just happened to write this as I thought I was going to bed but
decided better, finished out my idea and here it is for everyone! Cuz
ocean fans know that there just isn't enough of this damn fandom!
So I decided to help with that problem. Oh, does anyone know if
there's supposed to be a third movie to come out to the ocean's
series? Just wondering…
Jealous
" What would you do if I said I was jealous?"
" I'd hold you to it."
My mother used to say that I had no right to be jealous of others --- and that they should be jealous of me.
That all changed when I met Danny. Danny was the idea man. I was the man everyone came to when they had a problem. It's been that way too, ever since the first day we met. I was fifteen. Danny was seventeen, two years older than him. I was a regular bebopper… or whatever the little 'Outsider' boys called themselves. Either way I was as cocky and sure of myself as any fifteen year old who grew up the way I did had any right to act.
I'll never forget the day I met Danny. It's one of those things that stick with you for the rest of your life. We were a team. Never doing a job without the other. And boy did we do a lot of scams in those days, because as long as Danny was the idea man they always had a job to do, a scam underway, another con to con.
Everything changed once Tess came into the picture. Danny had 'fallen in love' before, but Tess messed with Danny's head. Landed himself in the clink for a good three to five years, all over a couple Incan matrimonial masks, that were one: to fucking heavy to move, and two: the bitch didn't even want them after she found out all Danny had did for her.
The first time Danny had kissed him was after they pulled off their first big con. Rust was seventeen. Danny was nineteen, two years older than him. It tasted bitter, rich, and desperate.
The first time we fucked was right after Tess found out just what Danny did for a living. It too was bitter, rich and desperate, minus the rich. They hadn't been drinking scotch that time, it had been vodka. That was also the night that Danny cooked up his idea about the matrimonial head masks. Rusty wished that there didn't have to be alcohol involved for Danny to do that sort of thing with him.
a/n: So tell me, did I totally screw them up? Did I make it sound believable? Should I write more of the fandom? Did I make you do or think about anything? Well you can tell me all this stuff if you click the friendly button down there.
