When You Least Expect It

Part 9

"She texts me a lot. But it's stupid shit, mostly. Not like we've been talking talking. What did she say, exactly?"

"I didn't hear all of it, and when I walked in Dee clammed up. But, from what I could hear, your name along with the word 'reconciliation' was being tossed around."

Jensen groaned a deep sigh and exhaled. "This is just aces. What the hell is she thinking?"

"So, you're not, then? You and Dee aren't—"

"No! No way. I haven't thought about her like that in a long time. Especially after New Year's."

"Because she was there with her new man—ex-new-man," Jared mumbled to himself, then waved it off. "OR is it because of Y/N?"

"Honestly, both? I guess..." Jensen shrugged.

This was all news to him and news he wasn't exactly happy to hear. Y/N had her issues with an ex, now it was going to be his turn? It was bad enough that weeks had passed since he asked Y/N out on a proper date, but their schedules just hadn't allowed for it to happen yet. Now, there was another potential roadblock that he wanted to prevent as quickly possible.

"Whatever you do, you didn't hear this from me, alright? Gen and I have had enough conversations about you and Dee. No offense, but I just don't need to go another round."

"Hey, I get it completely. I'm sorry you had to catch some of the fall out from that."

"It was bound to happen. Just for the record, Gen doesn't have a vested interest either way. Not like she's on Dee's side waving pom-poms just because they're friends."

"Even if she was, she's rooting for the losing team. I will always care about Dee, but the breakup happened for a reason. Took a while, but I am seeing what the reason is now."

"Y/N?"

Jensen smiled, and that flutter of butterflies kicked up in his stomach. "Yeah. Because of Y/N."

Jared considered it for a minute and nodded. "Despite the miscommunication debacle, you do seem pretty damn happy since you met her."

"Because I am, man. She just makes me feel good. It's going slow, but, slow is good.

"How slow?" Jared asked, his expression wrought with curiosity.

"Slow. Very, very slow. But... it's okay. It's good. Means maybe it will work out."

"Well, well... look at who's being Mr. Level-Headed. Didn't think you had it in you, to be honest." Jared was trying his best to control his grin as he continued taking shots at his best friend.

"Don't you have a trip to go on?" Jensen asked, then looked at his watch and back up at Jared with a deadpan gaze.

"Seriously! I mean, you freaked when Dee left. Completely overreacted and created this larger than life project. Didn't you buy like, twenty pair of cowboy boots—"

"Alright, alright... thanks for the info and painful reminders, you can go now." Jensen hurriedly tried to usher Jared towards the door. "Come on Paul Revere, you delivered the news. Time to ride off now. I got places to be."

"Y/N's?"

"Yes, now go."

"You're gonna talk to Dee?" Jared asked before he was pushed out of the door completely.

"Yes. I promise. I'm not lookin' for a fatal attraction situation here, okay? I will speak to her and not bring you into it. Happy?"

"Blissfully. Tell Y/N I said hey. I'll call you when we're back."