OMFGItsJackAndDean - Kitchen Tiles

Title: Kitchen Tiles
Author: (TrustHerShesWeird)
Pairing: OMFGItsJackAndDean (Jack X Dean)
Genre: Friendship/Romance
Rating: G (nothing wrong)

Their relationship wasn't forced, it was friendly and innocent. They knew that the moment that one of them started thinking differently, their perfect balance would shift into something different, whether that would be bad or good the two friends didn't know, but were afraid to make that change.

And because they were both guys, the instance of this happening had severely diminished. Two great friends, both nineteen years of age and living within walking distance of each other, making videos and creating a fan base, it seemed like a high point in their lives. Nothing could make it better, and they wouldn't let anything make it worse.

Dean walked up to his friend's door. "Jack! Get up you lazy bastard, we're filming today!" Dean had banged on the door for a solid minute before it opened before him.

"What time is this?" Jack yawned, hanging out of crumpled jeans and a tee; he obviously hadn't slept very well.

Dean invited himself in, scanning the main room for a glimpse of what his friend had stayed up all night doing. The loud knocking and voice should have killed him if he had a hangover, but Jack was just in the kitchen, making a pot of tea to wake himself up.

"Yeah, well, Jack… It's half two in the afternoon and you promised to have a script to go over and maybe even have some practice shots." Dean began nervously, Jack obviously not knowing how their time together had diminished and that Dean was actually planning out the times that he could see Jack. He had missed having a friend as well as a partner.

He meant partner, as in partners in crime, and not… in the sexual sense. Dan was confused by his train of thought. Of course some of the fangirls had interpreted their closeness as something more than friends. I wonder how they saw it, two men making skits, sometimes sharing a bed or being in bathrobes. Well, if you see it like that, then yeah, of course there will be theories.

Meanwhile Jack was quiet, monotonously making the tea, trying to drag the process out for as long as I could. He was confused, his balance on this teeter-totter of friendship giving way a little bit. That's why he hadn't gotten much sleep and hadn't even looked at his subscriber count or comments. That was something that was a product of him and Dean together, not something that he could have done on his own.

What was he going to do after Dean left?  How would Dean go? Maybe a girl would whisk him away, or he would be offered a job in California, he certainly had the talent for it. And the one thought that was prodding his mind was: how much did Dean exactly care for him?

Did he care for him like a brother, like that one guy that he makes videos with, like a best friend, like the one that he could be called on? Last night his brain had drawn up the strangest one yet. What if Dean had liked or still does like him in a romantic way?

How much would that change if Dean was aware of the fact that Jack was thinking about all this? Would he be confused, upset, intrigued? He could be disgusted, upset, and he may want to leave him.

And that brought him full circle, what would he do if Dean left? Would he find another friend as close as they had gotten? Could he ever be replaced? Would he forever be known as Jack from OMFGItsJackandDean, or would he have to make his own channel? He'd need to have a very creative mind and a split screen in order to make videos by himself, and not have anyone reading him lines or egging him on to finish the project.

No. He had to finish his tea, and stop thinking about feelings. He had to go back into his room and take out the rough script for their newest project.

Jack knew he had to, but instead he crumpled to the floor, sobbing.

Dean, lost in his own thoughts, heard the cries and rushed over to help his fallen comrade. "Hey Jack, what happened? Did you hurt yourself? Do you want me to call 999, your mum, some other person who may know you better than me?

Then Jack's thoughts cleared enough to imagine the thoughts going through Dean's head in order for him to think that someone else knew him better. His own parents didn't know him as well as Dean did.

Dean then relaxed slightly, seeing no blood, yet understanding that this was the emotional pain that had probably kept his friend up last night. He then hugged his friend from the back, whispering inaudible words, senseless sounds not meant to do anything but calm him down.
Jack finally relaxed, leaning his head back and curling up his legs, eventually resting his head on his friend's lap. A warm feeling suddenly came over the two, and Dean started kneading his fingers through Jack's short hair, releasing stress and tension.

Jack didn't care what this looked like to anyone who bothered coming into the kitchen. Two teenage boys sat on the tiled floor, one who was resting his head on the shorter's lap, and the deft fingers of the brunette weaving through the blond hair of the other.

The two friends overcome with a sense of calm and contentment, frozen in those positions for an hour, until they moved to the couch, bringing this newfound sense of emotional intimacy with them. Neither knew what this had meant, but the two boys were conscious that the other needed him just as much as himself.

The two boys earned an unbreakable bond, and soon felt the stress of their daily lives melt away at the mere thought of each other. Through their eyes, it was a bond, but if you saw it from their friend's view it was a love that neither of them had realized was romantic.