Friends with Benefits • A J2 Story

Chapter 2- Jared's Pov

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"So Jensen, where are we going?" I asked as we approached a stop light. Safe distance from the school. I fiddled with my thumbs on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn green as he thought over the question.

"I don't know. Where do you wanna go? And don't say the fucking library." Jensen said rushing the ending a bit in fake irritation. I couldn't help but let my lips crack a smile.

"How about your place? You said your folks won't be home till late, right?" I pointed out.

"Ya sure, good idea." Jensen agreed. I turned on St. Avenue towards Jensen's home. Since I've been there like gazillion times, I've memorized the way there without a bat of an eye.

We pulled into the driveway of the two-story brick house. As soon as I was at a complete stop, Jensen was already running to the door. I suppressed a quiet groan as I watched him run, his hair ruffling in the slight breeze, and his legs in those tight jeans...

Stop it, Jared. He's your best friend; you can't think like that.

I got out of the vehicle and followed my ambitious friend to his room. I walked along the turquoise walls, pass the kitchen, up the carpeted stairs, and to the first door to the left. I entered the room to Jensen peeling off his black T-Shirt. My breath caught in my throat. I noticed his toned muscular chest. 1,2,3,4,5,6. All six abs. Such a perfect body. He slipped on a different shirt blocking my view. Maybe it was for the best.

He was now wearing a shirt that was a deep maroon color with Bon Jovi on it. I tore my gaze from him before he realized that I was staring. I shuffled over to the foot of the bed and sat down.

"So what now? You just wanna hang here then?" Jensen asked, plopping down on the bed by me. His head on the pillows and feet on my shoulder. All I did was shrug, 'cause honestly I didn't care what we did- as long as I was with Jensen, everything was cool.

I wrinkled my nose as the smell hit me. This dude seriously needed his feet cleaned 'cause it stunk. In efforts of a joke, I exclaim, "God, your feet fucking reek, dude."

"Oh sorry, do you not like being my personal footstool?" He joked with a cheeky grin.

"Evidently, I don't," I said pushing his feet away from me, but I did so with a smile.

Suddenly my pocket vibrates, startling me for a moment. I whipped out my phone to see who it was. I groaned as I read the text.

Mom: Hey, I will be picking you up today at the town library at 5:00. Sound ok?

Surely my mom, of all people, would know I ditched school. I'm just not one of those people who can keep a secret without getting anxious. Before I could respond, Jensen snatched the device out of my hands. I watched as his eyes skimmed the message, then he was typing something.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked after a couple fail attempts to get my phone back before he would hit send. Too late. He pressed the button and roughly placed it onto the bed. I quickly grabbed it and read through the text.

Yeah, I was thinking about going to my Bro's house for a school thingy that's really important and stuff.

I gave Jensen my best 'what the fuck' look. "My mother will not believe this was me."

"Why not?"

"Because first of all, I don't say things like 'Bro', 'thingy', and  'and stuff'," I stated.

"Well, you should," Jensen said rolling his eyes. I sighed as I waited for my mom to respond. As the phone vibrated again, I dashed for it before the lunatic did.