Bowled Over (Jared Kleinman x reader)
{I’m so sorry. -Fiona} Also this took me so long omg}
FYI: Swearing, Jared really loves bowling. Featuring as many of Will’s bowling tweets as I could get in. Again, I’m sorry.
“Hey, Y/N, look at this.” Jared nudged you to look at his phone as the two of you walked home from school that Friday. You rolled your eyes and held your breath cos you knew what this would be about.
“Did you know that Donald Trump had a bowling party?! I mean, not a big fan of this guy but a good idea is a good idea. Maybe I’ll get an invite next time.”
You sighed half jokingly and pushed his phone away from your vision. Jared loved bowling and had been trying to get you to go with him ever since you started dating. But you hadn’t played since you were seven and you sucked.
“Please!” He pleaded, poking you in the arm repeatedly.
You swatted his hand away and rolled your eyes for what was probably the millionth time since he first brought it up, “Are you really going to make me do this?”
“Hey! It is a wholesome, fun, and active way to spend an evening! You’d love it.” He defended his beloved bowling as if it were his only child.
“Fine. If you’re so desperate that you dig for Donald Trump tweets then I need to put an end to this for all our sakes.”
“Yes! Bowling starts tomorrow. Be ready.” Jared shot you finger guns and skipped ahead of you with a glee that you had a feeling he wasn’t faking for laughs.
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He picked you up in his car the next day to go bowling. The rain was pouring hard and fast and you had to scramble into his car to avoid getting too wet. As soon as you were in, you saw the big smirk spread across Jared’s face, “Man it is raining cats and bowling balls out there!”
You groaned and let your head fall into your hands, refusing to let him hear the laugh threatening to slip your lips. Jared patted your back as he drove, “Come up, buttercup. It’s gonna be fun.”
The rain died down just then and the clouds started to slowly clear.
“Jeez, bipolar weather today.” You commented, the wet car windshield being the only evidence of the previous monsoon.
“Yep. And now the sun emerges, like a great golden bowling ball…” He smiled innocently and winked at you, “Today is a 300 day. Perfect score, baby. Hashtag, Turkeys!”
“I don’t understand your bowling references!” You moaned desperately (Not in a sexy way you pervs).
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“Back on the lanes! I’m home, baby!” Jared shouted a little too loudly as he finished putting on his bowling shoes. He definitely earned some glances from the fellow bowlers around you.
You pulled a grimace as you put yours on, “I’m wearing borrowed shoes. This is going to be hell.”
That trademark Kleinman laugh echoed through the bowling alley. It was his turn first and he picked up his bowling ball with such flair he could be one of those dancers that perform with those twirly ribbons. Except this was a fucking bowling ball.
“I really love to throw a bowling ball. Sometimes strikes, sometimes spares, sometimes gutters. Always friendships and love.” Jared finished his love letter to bowling by swinging his arm and letting the ball slide down the lane, knocking over 8 pins.
“You might not have a relationship by the time this is over.” You pointed out, prodding his chest as he passed you to take a swig of his beer. He definitely wasn’t legal to drink but you remembered him mentioning he has a friend who works at the alley who probably supplied it.
His next shot floored those remaining two pins, much to his delight but not surprise, “I love bowling! Man oh man I love bowling!” Jared cheered. He strutted back to the bench and lay across it while you struggled to even get your fingers in the bowling ball holes. You half threw, half pushed the ball out of your grip in the most awkward way possible and it rolled right into the gutter. You heard Jared cackle behind you.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you can’t play. Need some help?”
“Save me, Jared, for the love of God.”
It wasn’t the most successful of bowling lessons. Honestly, most of it was Jared standing behind you trying to do that cringey flirty golf position that looks a little too risque. It doesn’t work with a bowling ball, you and Jared can confirm that. But you managed to wrack up a fairly decent score for a beginner, even if Jared did do miles better.
And that was just the first game.
OKAY SO MAYBE you had fun and the two of you ended up playing several games. Your score only improved a little each time and Jared was always the reining champion.
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“Enough bowling. Time to rest.” Jared finally said after winning the sixth game. Yep, the sixth. He was curled up on the bench now and his eyes drooped.
“You can’t fall asleep here, dumbass. Come on, you can stay at mine tonight, it’s a shorter drive.” You pulled him into a sitting position and the two of you returned your bowling shoes. As you walked out of the bowling alley he had both his arms slung around you and his head was leaning against yours. Not the best walking position but dammit he was really cute.
It was night-time now, just gone 9pm. Jared pointed lazily at the full moon, “You know, it kind of resembles… in a way…”
You both laughed hysterically. What few people were in the car park were looking at you, probably thinking you were high. Sleepy Jared dissolved and he was like a bouncy little kid again. You offered to do the drive home but when you stopped to yawn, he insisted he was fine to drive.
Jared started the car and your journey home, you yawned again, “Ever having trouble sleeping? Count pins. There’s only ten. Then knock ‘em down and count em again.” He whispered, playing your favorite playlist while you giggled and rested your head on the window. You were just about ready to fall asleep in the car when;
