Jensen Ackles had become a very popular author four years ago when he finished his first book series. It was five book series entitled ‘The adventure of Andrew Gurose’, the books followed the main character as he under went these different trials to save the only person he’s…
JPad: A story is a letter that the author writes to himself.-AU-
Jensen sighed and gave a half glance from his computer and mumbled a barely audible yes before turning back to his computer, his eyes snapping back to look at the server.
When he looked, well more of observed, at the taller man his mind was flooded with ideas. Names, occupations other then working at the coffee shop, girlfriends, boyfriends, family, all of these ideas flooded the authors head and his eyes widened and he look at Jared. “Do me a favor, I don’t want your name or anything about you.” He said suddenly, afraid that any information might mess up the story idea that began to run its way through his head.
Jared’s head snapped back, and he was immediately offended. His eyebrows came together, hurt. He was just about to introduce himself. And you know what, he wasn’t gonna deal with that. “Look- um.. You may be straight or just unsociable, but that doesn’t mean you have to act like a dick.” He said quietly, filling the coffee cup and walking away.
Apparently Sandy had overheard that conversation, and she gave him a sympathetic shrug. Jared went back to work, unable to get the green eyes out of his head for the rest of the hour before his lunch break.
Jensen attempted to say something to the man before he left but instead he just sighed and turned back to his work.
Thomas woke up, his eyes wide as the thunder began to rumble, shaking his house, he jumped to his feet, his long legs getting tangled in the blanket,causing him to fall to the shaking ground with a loud thud. He slipped on his shoes as he realized it wasn’t a normal Florida thunderstorm that shook his house. ‘It can’t be an earthquake’ the overly sized brown haired male thought to himself as he ran outside. Thomas’ eyes grew wide at the sight the beheld him.
Jensen and rubbed his eyes, an hour and he only had a mediocre paragraph, he rubbed his eyes and sighed, glancing over as his new muse took a seat at the table. The author stood up and walked over, pausing at the others table “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I’m an author and if I start getting to know people when I’m writing it gives me tendencies to incorporate things I learn about the people into my character and…” He took a deep breath realizing he was rambling. “Jensen Ackles.” he said holding out his hand, with a small smile.
Jared was pleasantly surprised when the gorgeous customer came to apologize. "That's okay; thanks for apologiz- Jensen Ackles?" He faltered, jaw slack as he interrupted himself. Holy motherfucking shit. He told of Jensen fucking Ackles. "I'm sorry- I'm a huge fan of your writing." He admitted, cheeks flushing pink. He held out his hand. "I guess you don't want to know my name." He shrugged as their hands met. Jensen's hand was surprisingly soft; warm. "So in that case, call me whatever you'd like?" He said with a smile, his cheeks dimpling.








