FIC: Come Play With Me

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Intermission

Jared hadn’t been lying when he said he was going to write a script for Jensen. If truth be told, he had been working on honing his craft and all that, even back then. It had started off by writing scenes that he’d love to see on the screen or that he felt were missing from the movies he saw and somewhere along the line it had developed from ‘this is fun’ to ‘this is something I’m pretty good at and how awesome would it be to do this for a living’ with a little add on that it was probably a great way to meet all the good looking boys.

He’d taken a few night courses at the local community college, creative writing, scriptwriting and so on and even, one time, a directing master-class where he got to play with a camera and make a short film. Chad had volunteered to be his producer (read: slave) and he surprised both of them with his ability to get things done instead of just being an ass. That had kind of weirded them both out.

His folks were so pleased to see him excited over something that wasn’t sitting on his ass, eating food and watching movies and that he stuck to for more than five minutes, that they even bought him his own video camera for one of his birthdays. Jeff also helped by giving him extra time off work to play with his new toy and in no time at all he’d started making some short films. Chad, with his freakish superhuman business acumen, even managed to get them played at the local downtown theater at the start of visiting Hollywood blockbusters.

A year after that, he and Chad made the move to LA where they managed to afford a shitty two bedroom apartment in Pomona. They both had to work lame jobs to afford the rent, Chad in phone sales, himself in a grocery store, but they were relatively unstressful. It gave them enough to live on plus extra for treats like the occasional trip to the local bar and, more importantly, a games console on which they merrily whiled away the hours in friendly competition. Of course it wasn’t all fun and games. The set hours they worked also meant free time could be, and was, planned to ensure maximum allotted space for doing whatever they needed to do to become Hollywood hotshots. And do it they did.



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