Título: El puñetero comedor social. Capítulo 1
Fandom: RPS. Doble Jota. Jensen & Jared. Padackles. Elija ud.
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fandom_oncrack y es mi primer RPS y eso. For now, the rating is PG-13 for the high-sounding language that load the players, but everyone else, we assume s-tone goes up then. Be notified when the time comes.
Characters: Jensen Ackles & Jared Padalecki. In this chapter we have a guest star Christian Kane, Steve Carlson, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Sophia Bush and Danneel Harris.
Summary: "Jensen is a rich kid who is dedicated to go partying with his friends and dating women, without giving importance to anything else. One day, after a party, has a car accident and the judge decides to sentence him to performing community service at a soup kitchen, where Jared works casually, one of the kids at school with that never in his life would have exchanged a word that goes there because he lives in one of the worst neighborhoods of the city and feels fortunate to have a home, food and going to school. " _________
hundred hours of community service.
CIEN. No ninety or eighty, a hundred. One followed by double zero. That will be the time that Jensen Ackles spend doing social work, time that could be used perfectly in other social work. But no, had to spend that red light and strike the middle of the car in a container of fruit. That's nonsense put up a scandal, it was a fucking container, fruit, that growing of trees and there would always be more somewhere. His car, his prized BMW sport, your baby, had been a mess, that it really was a real tragedy.
Of course the judge did not find it funny such allegation, the jury far less. It did not help at all that the day of the accident, hours before, Chris had invited a few beers at home. The combination of accidents, minor and drunkenness was almost dessert for the jury, which did not have to discuss too.
there was nothing that his lawyers could do except keep her license revoked, neither of which was a great success because their hysterical parents were not willing to pay for the repairs of the vehicle. But Jensen would be how to convince them to do so, maybe not today, nor tomorrow, but one of these days, yes. He always got his way, since I was a kid, this might not be the exception.
"Now the grande did Chris's smile, her best friend, was so broad and Jensen asshole that he felt like throwing a punch and end it. But she'd had enough bad luck and be accused this time of aggression was not in their plans. So simply make a vulgar gesture and pass him.
- When you begin, then? "- Steve, God thanks, was the most sensible of his friends and did stupid comments. By contrast, Jensen would say that the gesture he had, was genuinely worried. Both he and Chris had gone home that afternoon, after the pronouncement of the sentence.
"Tomorrow after school," she said, rocking on the bed in her room until I have to work Saturday, this is immoral, the
sue ...- I do not think that is possible, while Steve spoke seriously, Chris burst out laughing and that was the stop for Jensen. Seconds later, he threw the control of the TV in the head, it was well deserved. How is it that a friend has gotten so stupid, does not understand.
- but hell, do not get it out on me! Who sends you to drive drunk and end with fruit garnish the city? - After such a comment, Jensen was sure would not eat anything that grew from a tree in his life.
continued arguing for several minutes, until Steve showing his patience almost ridiculous, I calmed down and all three ended up watching movies the rest of the afternoon and at times forget the words of Jensen judge hours ago.
The next morning, however, the nightmare returned to materialize. First, her parents passed it scolding him for breakfast and then Chris had to go through it because, dammit, his car was in a coma indefinitely. When he arrived at the school did not improve things because even kindergarten brats seem to be aware of your accident, trial and subsequent sentencing.
Hell, Jensen loved the spotlight, was used to it, but that was passed three villages.
"You're just an idiot, and above all things, had to hear complaints from Sophia Bush. Danneel was inseparable from his friend with benefits since last year, and was always stuck in its affairs. When it came to party and have a good time, Sophia was more than charming, but sometimes you entered cloistered nun complex and then the woman became unbearable.
I do not understand what you got to take and pass will light up red, but of course, first color blind drunk and then what's next then? - No, seriously, Unbearable, hopefully your time community service will be of some and reflections, to see if you start to use the rest of your remaining healthy neurons, Ackles ...-
-Go, and do not be so hard on him, fortunately Danneel was always close enough to rein in sermons her friend and also meet collateral requirements.
"But please, not worry about him, survived the worst run of chickenpox as I can remember at seven and only left a painful scar on the ass, Jensen survives all-Christian, as always, was based on their misery. AND ALWAYS had to tell him the scar. ALWAYS.
the end it was Steve who did him the favor of leaving it at its destination after school. Above is that if I had to be listening to the jokes of his way to Calvary Christian should condemn it again but this time for premeditated murder.
- Do you want to accompany you? - Asked his friend before he opened the door.
-Nah, I'll be fine, I'm not a concentration camp or anything, stopped the good intentions with a sudden movement and pushed the door, leaving a jump-better get busy with the breasts of Sophia, to see if the patient fails to fuck me ...- shame on Steve's face was so vivid that could be cut with scissors.
When his friend headed the car at the end of the avenue, Jensen finally learned only in the great adventure of community service. He had just enough time to not be late for an appointment with the coordinator of the center, but still wanted to take a moment to contemplate the prison that would put the coming months.
He had aimed at a soup kitchen, which he never in his life he had heard right. Moreover, when given the address had to ask why not spent on that side of town often, never did, actually.
The building in front of him was on one level and if watching from a distance looked more like an abandoned garage, close the thing did not improve much. The painting, which was apparently in its early-cream was worn the day is long and the parts that were not dirty, they were corroded. There was a sign on what appeared to be the front door, where he prayed with brown letters "High Light of Tomorrow." Jensen he had no idea what kind of title was that for a place that serves food, but could not liked site.
When he entered, he noticed that the building looked just as pale as its façade, something that was not surprised at all.
"What a shit" was all I could think while approaching to the first door he found and painted seriously because he had the title of "office" set in the right corner.
Just when he realized he had not knocked on the door, it was already wide open. Came face to face with a man sitting behind a tiny desk that was on the phone and looked at him sourly. Jensen at any other time would have sat, but decided had already made too many mistakes the past few days, so I waited up.
spent about five minutes while the man was talking about buying more stuff for a game room, or something. Jensen did not pay much attention, not out of respect but because it was boring voice type.
"Well, the man finally cut the call and instead of looking at it began to examine some papers, judging by the hour, must be the boy Ackles-
A Jensen did not like the tone he used to say" boy "but decided to let it go and finally sat.
"Yes, sir" You're ...-
later, was the first thing he blurted out the man and went to rummage through the sea of papers on the desk. Jensen was about to protest, but then remembered that his watch was always fifteen minutes late because he used to wake up so early and HATED.
Shit. We had to play an obsessive point. Thousand times shit.
"I'm Jeffrey Morgan said at last, as she passed a paper that appeared to be a contract or something, I'll be your supervisor and who is accountable for the hours worked here. I will also contact the authority if there is any problem, "Jensen
just gritted his teeth in a smile spoiled. If a supervisor had fantasized about to take pity on their situation, Morgan takes the guy's face faded at all.
"Yes, sir," when he said a second time, had a premonition that he would use that phrase from now more than he had used throughout his life.
"Well, Morgan nodded sharply, but not particularly bothersome. Jensen thought that this was not such a bad signal is supposed to be your first day I have to get on top of your work on this site, but as you see I'm busy, so
...- Just when I thought Jensen his new boss would say the magic words "day off" is heard dos toquecitos a la puerta.
-Adelante- la puerta se abrió instantes después que el vocerrón aquel diera el pase de entrada.
-¿Jeffrey me mandó llamar?- Jensen apenas se volteó para ver de quién se trataba. El primer vistazo sirvió para notar lo obvio: la estatura. El muchacho que acababa de entrar a la oficina parecía una de esas varas que usaba Danneel sus competiciones de atletismo. Menudo engendro de la naturaleza el chiquillo, y además estaba vestido con una camisa que le quedaba demasiado grande y parecía más bien bata de anciana. Los pantalones, también se dio cuenta, estaban más gastados que la carpa de un circo de quinta, ya ni hablar de las zapatillas.
Just a first glance, but there are things that are obvious so grotesque they are, thought Jensen was good that he did not come to work as a whole was that Armani but save some dignity, not going to end. Jared
"Look, this is ...- when Jeffrey Morgan had to stoop to read his name again, Jensen had never felt so humiliated in his life, Jensen Ackles, is for the community service and want put it on top of what is done here, "
" Yes, yes, I know who said this ...- Jared and Jensen frowned as the boy pressed his lips, and taking his eyes quickly clear-go to the same school-
- Really? - again, the phrases out alone. But Jared nodded so vigorously that he had no more to be believed.
"Oh but what good, if they are close friends ...- Jensen began to like a little bad his new employer. Chris comments made worse and that was that, well then why wait, start doing their thing and let me work-
After such an order, Jared disappeared through the door almost stumbled and Jensen had no choice but to follow. Jared followed the boy to a safe distance until they reached what appeared to be the kitchen. For Jensen it "appeared" because there was a huge stove full of pots and pans. But that did not seem even remotely to his kitchen, all white and immaculate, which his mother kept so carefully.
"Well, this is a dining room, so virtually all the work is done here, when Jared started talking, Jensen was still going to be horrified at the sight of the kitchen, which cost him focus his attention human stem in front of him.
Jared, however, seemed immersed in the information recited.
"At this time not many people usually come, but when it is almost time for dinner it becomes a mess if there is personal available, which is almost always "Jared smiled then, a lot of fun, and Jensen felt his dimples formed. ...-
coughed
"Then, afraid to ask the question" What do I have to do? -
Interestingly, Jared was silent, as if it were true meditation.
"Well, the truth is that I tend to help Samantha, the cook, if not cope, but most of the time I have to serve food, maybe you could take care of it while I'm in the kitchen ...- Jensen could not believe that the tone was a suggestion, this guy could give no further orders, and yet almost was by asking please. Where rays
had gone?
"I guess that does not have a lot of science frowned and looked up. He was biting his tongue, he asked, so I finally asked, "Do you like the kitchen, then? -
I almost said in a contemptuous tone, he preferred a thousand times to be distributing food to the homeless to be immersed in the kitchen as" fragrant. " Jared, however, did not take a joke, but instead smiled again. Yes, dimples included. What more curious boy and says "go to the same school? I do not remember seeing it. Although its memory is terrible anyway.
"But I'm not good with trays from here to there, I'm clumsy, say ...- shrugged and then pulled out of nowhere, did not pay much attention, I must say, a package of jelly beans color. Apparently he was looking much the pills because Jared handed it in a gesture of solidarity - will you? -
Frowning, Jensen refused with a gesture but instantly felt guilty because the other side was tremendous disappointment. It was almost as if he had been disgusted to a family member or something. Or maybe Jensen was imagining things, who knows, the smell nauseating la cocina atontaría a cualquiera.
-¿Y tú, qué haces aquí?- preguntó, como para romper el momento incómodo. Jared se le quedó viendo sin entender, así que Jensen debió reformular la pregunta- qué clase de delito cometiste para que te sentenciaran a servicio comunitario, hombre, qué más...-
-Ah, eso...- se engulló otra gomita, sin quitarle la vista de encima- pues la verdad es no estoy aquí cumpliendo labor social, soy voluntario-
-¿QUÉ?- el asombro de Jensen era tan genuino que ni aún queriendo hubiera podido disimularlo. ¿Este tipo iba en serio? O sea así en plan se levanta un día de su cama y decide que va a trabajar Volunteer at a soup kitchen. Without charge or asking anything in return. But be right in the head? He says he attends school, so it should be working even half neuron.
And no, decide Jensen, NOBODY in their right mind and with less than twenty years decide to spend their evenings in a smelly kitchen instead of going out with friends or fondling girls in the quarter-drafts.
-Hum, yes, "was the only answer to Jared, while finishing his package of candy.
- Padalecki come here! - The roar of the boss told them both that was the end of the conversation.
- I'm coming! - After answering, the aforementioned go quickly, without However, Jensen does not know how, but a misplaced pot on the floor seemed to be intercepted on their way and in an effort to stand was held on a cupboard door, opening it by accident and spilling much of its content.
Jared was on the floor, of course, and all I could think about Jensen at this moment, aside from making a monumental effort not to laugh, it said it had a way of entertaining in your fucking community service.
Realistically, that of serving food was not far from their ideal career, and having to endure the mad dog face pattern Morgan was not going to be very pleasant, much less stop by the makeshift kitchen que tenían. Pero la idea de gastarle bromas a Jared, reírse a sus expensas u obligarle a hacer malabares con los platos iba a ser divertido. Muy divertido.
¿Quién dijo que las cien horas tenían que ser a fuerza aburridas?
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