Who are you? (Jensen Ackles FanFic)

Chappie 24!

A/N: Alrighty now guys! I'm back, after almost half a year of not updating, I truly apologize but I've had a serious case of bad, I mean really bad writer's block, when in reality I really suck at this stuff! But anyway, let's hope I've improved and this story goes smoothly.

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~Destiny's PoV

A kiss, that's the only support that Cristian had to provide. It sucked, I've known this kid since middle school, I have no idea why he's in Seattle in the first place! "Cristian, sweetie, no," I told him after he pulled away, "I don't need this right now, I really don't. Well it's more like I can't. I'm not emotionally available..." I continued. In times like this, my attempt to keep eye contact with him was hard, considering he was embarrassed and didn't, or more like couldn't, look at me. He finally looked up, "I'm sorry, you're right. I had forgotten how... hard things had been for you back in Arizona. I'm going to get going now, text or call me if you need me, you have my number. I'm sorry, Destiny, I really am. About everything." Now it was my turn to look away, I couldn't hold in the single tear that unavoidably slid down my cheek. Cristian walked over and wiped it away with his thumb, and kissed my cheek softly before turning around and walking out of the door. I sat on the couch for a while, dumbfounded. What was I supposed to do now? Well, I guess the only reasonable thing to do now, it start building myself up again.

I headed back over to Jared and Misha's place, when I walked in, Jensen was sitting on their couch, with a cup of coffee talking to the boys, they looked at me with an 'aw shit' sorta look, I just nodded and smiled. I had no right to strip them of any contact with their dear friend. "Who's room should I put this in?" I asked one of the boys, it was an overnight bag, I wanted to go out tonight with them and get things off of my mind. Jared nodded, meaning that I put my bag in his room, so I smile and walk around the couches into the kitchen, I grab a water bottle and an orange and head to Jared's room. I set my stuff on his bed, and sit on the edge. Gosh, Jensen, I want him to hold me so bad, I want him to love me like he used to and I want him to say it. This is what gets me in a really sad mood, I just feel like collapsing on the floor and crying, I feel like bringing a blade to my wrist, tearing away the skin. By the time that I realize that I've been crying, cuddled up in the duvet of Jared's bed, Jen's already left and Jared walks in. "Destiny, sweetie are you okay?" Jared asks, I hear another set of footsteps, it has to be Misha, "Destiny? Desssstinyyyy?" Misha wails, Jared does something to him,  'cause Mish is now groaning in pain. "Destiny, c'mon, we're going out tonight!" Jared said, I shuffled out of bed, immediately I walk over to Jared and hug him, he hugs me back and give me a kiss on my forehead. "C'mon, baby girl, get ready, we're gonna have some fun." he says.

I end up with soft curls and dramatic makeup, in a little black, figure fitting dress, with black pumps. Jared and Misha won't stop staring, so I yell at them because they are failing to properly get ready! Misha thinks the best way to spend time is to dance around naked, and Jared, well his hair. He is such a diva! But finally, we end up ready and heading for the car.

Misha, surprisingly, decided to drive, and we ended up at some club downtown, a minimal line. We walked into the crowded room, welcomed by the faint smell of smoke, people dancing everywhere and pulsing music. Jared gripped my hips and leaded me towards the bar, sitting me down onto the stool that sat in front of the counter top. Jared asked for  vodka and club soda, and I simply did not order anything. What goes well with an overload of emotions? Definitely, not alcohol. So I sat there, nodding my head along with the loud bass, and watched Jared drink his drink. We talked a bit and watched Misha dance with a copious amount of people, both women and men. 

Jared was tired of standing and watching people dance, so he soon left for the dance floor as well. The whole point of coming to this small club, was to get out, to let go and have fun, but there I was sitting and dwelling at the stupid bar. So I turned my seat towards the counter and asked for a drink. Tequila seemed to be my poison of choice. I downed the small glass, feeling the cold liquor burn a hot trail down my throat, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I got off of the small seat I was on, and walked towards the dance floor. It felt intense, i could feel eyes looking, gazing for a little too long; it made me uncomfortable. So, I walked up to Jared and stole him away from the girl he was dancing with, and danced with him. I just let the music take over, swaying my hips, having genuine fun dancing with Jared, only to be greeted with Misha a few seconds later. He added the enthusiasm that Jared and I sort of lacked.

The night grew long and my legs grew tired, along with droopy eyes. Jared was sort of drunk, and Misha was so far gone, I'm pretty sure he forgot his name. He was feeling up this guy, I think his name was Abel, or something, when we found him. Poor guy was as straight as a ruler and Misha was trying to climb him like a tree, to the point where Jared and I, and the help of Abel's friend, Salma, who couldn't stop laughing. I'm pretty sure she was drunk, too, and everyone's just drunk, everywhere and at this point, I don't even know how I feel about it. But, I'm pretty sure we're getting a taxi or something. I can feel my head throbbing and he alcohol slowly leaving my body; the crisp and cold breeze coming from the window seemed to really sober me up. Turns out, Abel and Salma are dating, and Misha looks more sad than ever. I'm surprised that there are taxis big enough for Jared at this point. Everyone is making light chit chat, and then the taxi comes to an abrupt stop honking at a man on the road. I look and it's Jensen, he's drunk and screaming at the taxi driver. Instantly, it seems that the boys sobered up, as well. We jumped out of the car, to the aid of the man I felt was gone. I looked at him and saw an empty shell of a man I once knew...