Summary: After getting into the school of your dreams, you start doubting if you really belong there. Jensen talks you through your self-doubt.
Word Count: 1989
Warnings: Self-doubt
A/N: Okay. Okay. Alright. Okay. Y’all, I LOVE The Greatest Showman. Show literally changed my life. No lie, no exaggeration. And this song? My fucking 2018 anthem!
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Flames licked the clouds, begging the sun to remain just a moment longer. Brilliant oranges and reds leapt across the shimmering, infinite ocean, reflections of all the wishes and dreams in the universe. The heartbeat of the Earth encapsulated every moment, ever pounding, and always urging life forward. The air was fresh and cold, cleansing every soul and atom. This was a night that artists everywhere struggled to capture.
It was terrifyingly beautiful.
“I thought I’d find you out here.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the painting that was unfolding in front of me, courtesy of Mother Earth’s pigments and paintbrushes. Not even when a heavy blanket settled over my shoulder and Jensen sat next to me could I bear to look away. My entire existence hinged on this moment.
“I can’t do it,” my broken voice slithered onto the breeze and joined the symphony of the sunset.
Jensen sat forward, elbows on knees, and his gaze landed on me, weighing me down. “Why not?”
“I’m not good enough. I’m not—I applied on a dare. There was no expectation that I would actually get in. No pressure. I just… I know that as soon as I get there, the pressure is going to get to me and they’ll see that they made a mistake.” The evening waves drew into a crescendo and I was finally released from the trance I’d been held in. Jensen’s deep emerald irises were a stark contrast against the fire raging in the heavens. “This is just a hobby, Jay. My… my painting. Drawing. It’s just something I do for fun. There’s no way the University of Arts accepted me on purpose.”
“How much of this is them talking?”
Shame tinged my edges and I cast my eyes down.
A rockslide sounded next to me when Jensen cleared his throat and slid closer. His comfort surrounded me as he pulled half of the blanket around his shoulders. “Look, Y/N. You can’t keep letting their stupid opinions get you down. They don’t matter anymore.”
“But their opinions mattered for so long. I don’t know—” I laughed bitterly. “I don’t know who I am without them. How fucked up is that?”
His arm found its home around my shoulder and urged my body to relax into his. “You’re a people pleaser, Y/N. You have been your whole life. Even before the shit they put you through. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“There is when I can never please anyone.” Deafening blacks and greys had swept into my life for years. Everywhere I looked, colors dulled before my eyes. I’d tried pasting myself in with a new group of friends, but all they did was cut holes in my life canvas. Shadows grew much too large.
The waves swelled and ebbed, carrying away grains of sand.
“You’ve spent so long trying to get those assholes to accept you, Y/N. Too long trying to please them. You just need someone else to try and get their acceptance now.”
“Who, you?”
“You know that I’m always here for you. I’ll always love and accept you for exactly who you are. No, I’m not talking about me.” The inferno raging in the heavens caught my eye again as Jensen urged my head to his shoulder. “I’m talking about you, Y/N.”
If it was as easy as that, then there would be no suffering in this world. “I came out here to feel sorry for myself, Jay. Not get a sickeningly sweet pep-talk.”
“Well, tough shit, sweetheart. You know I ain’t like that group of loser friends you had for so long. If you don’t wanna go to that school in Europe you’ve dreamed of since we were kids because you just don’t want to, then it’s up to you. But if you aren’t going because they kept trying to make you believe you aren’t good enough, then we’re gonna have a problem.”
Much like everyone else on this planet, I had a lifetime of memories tucked away in my brain. Deep in the recesses were moving pictures of a childhood growing up next to the Ackles. Bright colors blossomed and swam around the corner of my vision as I grew up. A soundtrack of carefree laughter beckoned me towards the memories of an easy teenage life with the green-eyed boy next door. Then dark pigment spilled across the lens and harsh lines and words dashed the hopes and aspirations of a young adult, just trying to find her way in the world.
Maybe it was time to pull out my paintbrushes and repaint the last few years.
“What did I ever do to deserve someone as amazing as you in my life, Jensen?”
Wrinkles formed in the corners of his eyes, accompanying the smile that split his lips. “Probably has something to do with how awesome you are too, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss along my lips before pulling me up. “Now I think we have a new bottle of wine to help us celebrate your acceptance to the school of your dreams.”
I’d landed three hours ago, and been wandering around the gallery for the last two, but I had yet to see Y/N. Well, actually, I caught a glimpse of her half an hour ago, laughing at something that one of the well-dressed patrons was saying. But the art show drew me in yet again and I got lost in the story of her life.
She was talented. I’d never once doubted that. Even when we were just toddlers, it was clear that she was born for this life. I always knew that she had the ability to end up here, with her very own show at the Hepworth Wakefield just a few months after graduating. I wasn’t surprised in the least.
But that didn’t stop me from being completely astounded and blown away by just how fantastic and awe-inspiring her artwork truly is. Even a single painting of hers can be emotionally overwhelming when she puts her whole soul into it. And here I was, standing in the middle of a gallery featuring dozens of her paintings. Y/N isn’t a liar, not by a long shot. But there is just something about her paintings that just slaps you with the truth. Something in her brush strokes and paint choice that you can’t ignore.
She’d painted her life story. It was as if she’d peeled back her very skin and allowed everyone a peek past her bones. There wasn’t a single stage of her life that she shied away from for this art show. Dark, dashing canvases were displayed just as prominently as bright paintings of happier years were. It seemed like just yesterday we were sitting on that beach and she was trying to withdraw into her hardened shell to hide from the world. But here we were, four years later, standing in the midst of some of her most personal moments showcased in the spotlight.
“Jensen?” Her lyrical voice drew me out of the haze that I’d fallen into.
As soon as I turned and saw her watching me with a surprised smile, I just had to pull her into a tight hug. I almost hadn’t been able to get away from Vancouver for the opening night of her show. But there was no way I was going to miss her show without a hell of a reason. And no one on set could give me one.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, sweetheart.”
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she murmured into my neck, holding on just as tightly as I was.
“You really think I’d miss my girl’s first art show?” Now that she was in my arms, there was no way I was letting her go. So I kept my arm firmly around her shoulders as I steered her towards one of her more impressionistic paintings. “I do have a question about this one though…”
The smirk and mischievous glint in her eye told me all I needed to know. “What about it?”
“It’s just that, well, I don’t know. I just feel… I recognize this one.”
She was biting back a laugh. I could feel it. But she wasn’t giving in quite that easily. “As well you should. You were there.”
“Where?”
“Where do you think? You said you recognized it.”
Oh God, she was going to make me say it, wasn’t she? “Is that when you came to visit me in Vancouver two years ago?” She bit her lip and nodded once, waiting for me to go on. “And we snuck on set after hours…” Another nod. “Because you said you wanted to know what it was like to have sex with Dean in the back of the Impala?”
Her laughter rang out unrestrained, drawing a few curious looks. “You’re blushing, Jay!” I tried sputtering an excuse, tried to blame my red cheeks on something else, but she just kept talking over me. “Don’t worry, sweetie. No one but you and me will ever know what this painting is about.”
“Yeah, what’s that title about? How Many Girls? What does that even mean?”
“How many girls can say they’ve slept with Dean Winchester in the Impala? Well, in this universe anyway.” Her fingers curled into the lapels of my jacket and she took a step closer, going up on tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry. That’s the only sex painting here. All of my other sex paintings are of Jensen and Y/N, and they’re back at my flat.”
That sparked my interest. And, judging by Y/N’s low chuckle, she knew it. “I’ll show you tonight. Or, you know, tomorrow after we wake up. Until then, though, let’s move on from the sex painting. What do you think about the rest of my show? Have you had time to look through it?”
“It’s fucking fantastic, Y/N. Everything you’ve captured here… all of the different emotions… I don’t know how you did it.”
Now it was her turn to blush a little. “I took the advice of a very wise man. I finally accepted myself for who I am. And you know what? That guy was right. I’m pretty damn amazing. I wanted the world to see.”
We strolled past a few paintings until I pulled her to a stop in front of a particularly dark painting. For someone who knew her as well as I did, I knew exactly which point in her life inspired this one. It was when she was running around with that crowd that kept tearing her down. This painting depicted the darkest part of her life, and she was proudly showing it off to the world.
“This show… it must’ve taken a lot of guts to put all of this out here.”
At my side, Y/N nodded. “But it’s me. That’s the title of my show: This Is Me. I’m not me without my bruises and scars. If I hadn’t included this part of my life, I wouldn’t have really been showing everyone who I truly am.” As if I couldn’t have gotten any prouder, she kept talking and my adoration just kept growing.
“Who I was back then is still who I am now. Going through that time in my life sucked, but I’m who I’m meant to be now. I’m not going to hide my struggles. I made it past them. It’s something to be proud of.”
“Damn right it is.”
I was not about to cry, just for the record. It was the jet lag catching up to me that made my eyes water and—ah hell. I wasn’t about to be embarrassed for tearing up at hearing Y/N talk like that. Clearly not ashamed of who she used to be and what she used to do. Owning up to her past and rising above it. Not being apologetic about who she was.
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Part 1 of My Roommate, a Fluffy JensenxReader Drabble Series
"So we know that you, Jensen, have a hilarious roommate."
"She likes to think so," I reply with an easy smile.
The fan grins, not nervous at all. In fact, she seems a little... devilish? Mischievous? Whatever it is, I'm instantly on edge. Fans with these looks either have fantastic questions, embarrassing questions, or slightly inappropriate questions. I’m not sure what to expect when it comes to Y/N and her blog.
"Her two and a half million followers on her blog also think so."
"Speaking of the blog," I cut in. "I just want to clear up any confusion: the blog was not originally about me. She started it about one of her past roommates. If she had started it about me, the title would have been something much better like My Handsome Roommate or My Sexy Roommate."
"My Humble Roommate," Misha tosses in, and I chuckle airily before nodding.
"Riiiiight," the fan drawls. She still has that gleam in her eye though. "Anyway, I was wondering if you could explain the Stinky Roommate post she just made a few hours ago."
Oh shit. She made a new one today? What did I do? This con has been going on for hours and I can't even remember what I had for lunch, much less--did I even have lunch? Surely I ate something. Someone would have made me eat, right?
The question. Y/N's latest post. What did I do before I left this morning? Did I even see her? This week seems to have blurred together. Both of us had crazy schedules and I don’t know when the last time we even had a real conversation was.
"What post is that?" I ask. Misha already has his phone out, looking it up, and he laughs loud and hard as soon as he reads it.
"Really Jay?" Misha managed to choke out between laughter. I steal the phone as he continues teasing. "Maison and West are better in the kitchen than that!"
My Stinky Roommate woke up extra early today to make me breakfast. He knew that I had a stressful week and thought that he would do something thoughtful for me before he left for the fan convention in town. How sweet of him, right? Unfortunately for us, we learned that Jensen should not be allowed in the kitchen before he has finished at least one full cup of coffee. It wasn't even halfway through the first bite of delicious-looking waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream that it quickly became apparent that his sleep-deprived brain doesn't know the difference between half a teaspoon of salt and half a cup of salt.
Read the next installment, My Weird Roommate, HERE!
Part 7 of My Roommate, a Fluffy JensenxReader Drabble Series
Does it make me a bad person that I’m kind of glad that Y/N isn’t close with her family? I get to have her around for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. At least, I think she’s around here somewhere. I haven’t seen her since we arrived a few hours ago.
“Jared was looking for you,” Gen says as she steps up to my side, wrapping her arm around me in a half hug. There are so many people in their house for this party that I haven’t even seen Jared at all since Y/N and I arrived.
I throw my arm around her shoulders and give her a quick kiss on the side of her head. “I’ll go find him. This place looks great, by the way. You always outdo yourself decorating.”
“Thanks, Jay.” Gen beams up at me and kisses my cheek before pushing me away. “Go find my husband and make sure he isn’t too drunk. I think he’s in the kitchen. At least, he was a few minutes ago.”
I make my way through the crowd, stopping to chat with friends occasionally. By the time I make it to the kitchen, Jared is nowhere to be found, but Y/N is leaning against the counter, talking with my mom. I walk over. Jared can wait a few minutes for whatever he needed me for.
“Hey Jay,” Y/N greets, a little more subdued than usual. There’s a hint of… something unusual behind her eyes. Something that I’m not used to seeing on Y/N. It takes me a minute to place it.
Nervous. She’s nervous.
“You okay?” I’m barely aware of my mom slipping away. All of my attention is completely focused on my girl right in front of me.
She nods, takes a breath, and smiles. “Yeah. I’m good. Just… C’mere.”
Her hand grabs mine and she leads me through the few people milling about the kitchen until we step outside into the slight chill of the Texas December air, though it’s practically paradise compared to Vancouver. In the back of my mind, I realize that it’s odd that there’s no one else on the porch, but mostly I’m focused on Y/N.
She’s acting really weird. Weirder than normal, for My Weird Roommate. Facing me head on, she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. That’s her tell for when she’s unsure of something. What could she—
Then she looks up and my eyes follow hers until I see a sprig of green leaves hanging from the porch overhang, tied with a red ribbon.
“Mistletoe,” she barely whispers. Her eyes are locked back onto mine and I think I might just explode. My fingers tighten around hers, tugging her closer. The last three years have been building up to this moment, I just couldn’t see it until now.
Softly, I reach up with my other hand and trail my fingers over her cheek. Jesus, the way she’s looking up at me. It’s enough to drive a man crazy.
“Kiss me, Jensen.”
My Stinky Roommate may have forgotten my present back in Canada, but Christmas was still so magical. When they say everything is bigger in Texas, they aren’t kidding! Food, trees, laughter, holiday spirit… I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas! Nothing too embarrassing to tell about Jensen, unfortunately. At least, not that I can remember… Seems like there’s more alcohol in Texas too!
Oh, and My Stinky Roommate is a phenomenal kisser, btw ;)
Read the next installment, My Forever Roommate, HERE!
Part 6 of My Roommate, a Fluffy JensenxReader Drabble Series
“So, Jensen, you’ve been on Supernatural for… how long has it been?”
“Longer than I ever thought,” I answer easily, earning a chuckle from the audience and Jimmy Kimmel. “We’re in season thirteen now and I—”
The audience starts cheering, and I pause, nodding my gratitude.
“Look, I know that we’re supposed to be talking about Supernatural right now, but I have a question that we’ve gotten from quite a few fans who heard you were coming on the show.”
“Alright, shoot.” He warned me before the show started that we might get a little off course. I hadn’t expected it this soon though.
“You and your roommate, Y/N, have created quite the ripple in social media lately.” At the mention of Y/N, the crowd starts cheering again. After they quiet down a few minutes later, Jimmy continues.
“For anyone who doesn’t know, Y/N started a blog a few years back about a horrible roommate she had and titled it My Stinky Roommate. Then she moved in with Jensen and kept the blog, but the posts have become about the embarrassing things he does around their apartment. And recently Jensen, you’ve started a vlog to showcase the embarrassing things Y/N does too.”
I nod. “Yeah. It’s only fair.”
“And is it fair when Y/N posts a video to your vlog?”
“What?” Shit, what did she post? When did she post something? Why does she keep posting things that come up in interviews like this?
Jimmy gestures to the monitor. “Here, we have it queued up right here for you.”
As soon as the low-lit video starts, I know exactly what is going to happen. Y/N did the old whipped cream in hand, feather tickling nose trick on me two days ago after I fell asleep next to her on the couch watching a movie.
“Shi—shoot, she was filming that?”
The camera moves closer to where I was curled up on a pillow. Before she stood up, it was her lap that my head had been on.
“Aww,” her whisper comes through the speakers. “Look how cute he is. I almost want to let him sleep.” She swings the camera around to her face and grins, holding up the feather menacingly. “Lucky for us, he’s pretty cute when he’s awake too, am I right?”
My Stinky Roommate refused to wash the dishes this week as payback for me hacking his vlog. Totally worth it though. Having my blog mentioned on Jimmy Kimmel was pretty sweet, but not as sweet as the whipped cream Jensen smeared all over himself last week. (Though, gotta be honest, I’m on the lookout for his revenge plan. I’m sure he has one… Sleeping with one eye open…)
Read the next installment, My Festive Roommate, HERE!
Part 2 of My Roommate, a Fluffy JensenxReader Drabble Series
The battery is fully charged, I’ve read the manual enough to know how not to break the thing, and Y/N just finished making cookies. That means that she’s probably dancing around the kitchen, cleaning up. I push record on the brand-new camcorder I bought yesterday and creep around the corner, ready to capture Y/N’s… interesting? Is that the right word? Ready to capture her interesting dance moves on film.
Just like always, she has her earbuds in, probably turned up way too loud, and she’s giving one of her more dramatic performances. Her hair is caught up in a messy bun that’s halfway falling out, she has on one of my t-shirts that’s practically drowning her, and a pair of neon pink leggings. Our whisk completes the ensemble, playing the part of a microphone as she lip syncs to whatever she’s listening to. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to start off this project.
“Here we see my weird roommate performing her usual clean up dance,” I whisper to the camera so I don’t alert her to my presence. “She’s probably lip syncing the words all wrong, too. She’s so bad at remembering lyrics.”
At that point, she twirls around, socks on the tiled floor helping the movement. And, just like usual, she loses her balance and has to grab onto a counter for balance.
“You’d think that after practicing that move so much, she would be able to stay up straight.”
Her stumble breaks her out of her haze and she spots me. “Jay!” She tugs out her earbuds. “What are you doing? What is that?”
I grin, looking up over the screen. “Well, you have a blog all about me. It’s only fair that I start a vlog about you. My Weird Roommate.”
Her carefree laughter rings out through the apartment, infecting me. My chuckle joins her laughter. I can never help it. “Jensen Ross Ackles, Mr. How Do I Make A Tweet, knows what a vlog is?”
“Jensen Ross Ackles knows what a—” I break off my imitation of her shock. “Of course I know what a vlog is. I’m not completely technologically challenged, you know.”
She leans across the bar counter, looking between my face and the camera. “That’s new. You bought that for this? You’re really going to start a vlog?”
I move the camera up and down like its nodding. “It’s only fair. I mean, you only share embarrassing things about me on your blog, never about yourself. And sweetheart, there are so many things I want to share with the world.”
“Well then,” she looks straight into the camera lens. “I sure hope you all enjoy the show. The adventures of the Stinky Roommate and the… what am I?”
“My Weird Roommate.”
“I can get behind that,” she nods thoughtfully before another bright smile breaks out on her face. “We’re so going to regret this when we get drunk next.”
My Stinky Roommate started a vlog today all about yours truly! Tired of using your imagination to picture the shenanigans I write about? Well, now you can actually watch some of them! Check out Jensen’s vlog HERE!
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Part 4 of My Roommate, a Fluffy JensenxReader Drabble Series
“I finally convinced Y/N to go to one of these things with me.” With camera in hand, I softly pad down the hallway to her room. Her door is slightly ajar, the signal that it’s okay to come in. “She’s going to look gorgeous tonight, of course, but you haven’t lived until you’ve watched her curl her hair all fancy like. She has all sort of clips everywhere her hair is going every which way like she stuck her finger in an electrical outlet and… well, you’ll see soon enough.”
The door is silent as I push it open and sneak through her messy room towards the attached bathroom. Soft music pours out from the door and I can hear her humming inside.
“Holy fuck.”
The camera in my hand slowly lowers to the ground and my eyes can’t stop how they’re practically devouring Y/N. My best friend. My holy shit you’re sexier than I thought best friend.
Y/N just smirks at my reaction in the mirror and continues putting on her makeup. “Is that what Dean and Castiel do on your show? A holy fuck?”
“I, uh, what?”
Geez, talk about speechless. Or, don’t talk because I’m speechless. Whatever.
Y/N’s laughter echoes in the bathroom and she turns around to wrap her fingers around my arm and bring the camera back up. “A holy fuck. Cuz Cas is an angel? Whatever. I knew you would try something like this tonight, so I got ready early. A girl’s gotta keep a bit of mystery about her.”
She turns back to the mirror after tossing a wink into the camera and it’s a struggle to keep the camera steady as I openly drool over her body. The dress she and Gen bought last time Gen came to visit Jared is practically like a second layer of skin, it’s so tight. The silver, shiny material hugs her body tight from neck down to her thighs, but the entire back is open right down to the top of her ass.
God, I shouldn’t want to taste my best friend’s skin like this.
“Jare and Gen are coming over soon for a few pre-red-carpet drinks. You probably want to get ready.” I just nod stupidly, still not able to work my mouth. She laughs again. “And Jay? You better post this video to your vlog because damn your reaction is an ego booster. And I’m sure there are hundreds of girls who would love to imagine you’re speechless because of them.”
My Stinky Roommate dragged me to a charity ball tonight. I’m sure you saw all of the pictures. What you might not have seen was all of the awesome celebrities I met! Highlight of the night: Drinking with Kesha. I could die happy right now! Maybe I should change the title of this blog to “My Awesome and Wonderful and Amazing Roommate” because none of this would have happened without my absolute best friend, Jensen. Don’t worry, I won’t change the title. Can’t have something like that going to his head!
Read the next installment, My Thankful Roommate, HERE!
Part 5 of My Roommate, a Fluffy JensenxReader Drabble Series
“You should get in there,” mom nudges me.
“And let Kenz and Y/N team up on me? Hard pass on that one.” I adjust some of the settings on the camera for the outdoor lighting and continue filming the Thanksgiving festivities. A bunch of people jumped into the lake, Mackenzie and Y/N included. Others milled around the snack table and there were more who, like me, were lounging on a lawn chair with a bottle of beer.
Zooming in on a group of kids nearby, I film them playing cops and robbers for a little. Some of this could be useful for the show. Maybe I could talk the writers into adding in a scene like this. Sam and Dean could just relax at a park, or something.
“Y/N looked gorgeous the other night at the charity ball.”
I try really hard to keep a neutral expression. But, as always, mom can see right through it. And, I suppose, it doesn’t help that I posted the video with my reaction to seeing her in her dress.
“She’s good for you, Jensen.”
“Yeah,” I agree, panning over to capture her just as Mackenzie says something that makes Y/N gasp in shock and… blush? Is Y/N blushing? “She is.”
“What’re we talking about?” Jared plops down in the chair next to me. His cheeks are rosy and there’s a sloppy smile on his face. Looks like he’s been drinking more than a little. Gen comes over and climbs in his lap, smiling a greeting at my mom.
“Y/N and Jensen.”
“Aren’t they so cute together?” Jared says, smile getting even bigger.
“Shut up, man. This thing records sound.”
I was gonna have to strip the sound out and replace it with music, just so that Y/N wouldn’t have any chance at hearing this. A drunk Gen and Jared around my grandkid hungry mother? This was a recipe for disaster.
“It does!” Jared brightened right up and reached over, pulling the camera to face him. “Y/N, listen to me, girl. You’ve gotta jump right on the Jensen train before it leaves the station, if you know what I mean—”
“Alright, alright,” I pull the camera back, hoping to high heaven that my face isn’t as red as I think it is. The idea of Y/N and me being more than just friends has me all flustered. “We’re done with this.”
“Party pooper,” Jared pouts as I put the camera away.
My Stinky Roommate and I went to Texas for Thanksgiving this year. It felt like half of the state was there. Talk about a party! But right now I’m going to take a minute and write an actual serious post.
I’m so fucking thankful for Jensen. When I moved to Vancouver, I didn’t know anyone, but I ran into him at a bar and we instantly hit it off. I’ve never made a friend as fast as I did with Jay. Beyond that, he brought Jared and Misha and their families into my life too. It’s been three years now and I can’t imagine living with anyone else. It may have just been him at the bar that first night, but it’s because of him that I have an entire family and network of friends. I have way too much to be thankful for to be able to put it all in one post, but I would feel like a shit person if I didn’t take this moment to let the world know what a wonderful man Jensen Ross Ackles is and that I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have him in my life. Here’s to another year of wacky shenanigans and hopefully a year devoid of salty waffles! I love you, My Stinky Roommate.
Read the next installment, My Sleepy Roommate, HERE!
Part 3 of My Roommate, a Fluffy JensenxReader Drabble Series
“Halloween is in a few weeks,” Y/N hints casually. Well… not casually. She’s trying too hard for that.
She has a plan.
“Yup, it is.”
I’m not about to play along. Last Halloween she said she got us matching costumes and I ended up wearing the sexy monkey costume while she was the Man In The Yellow Hat from Curious George. Jared and Misha still haven’t let me live that one down.
“You and the boys have any plans?”
Oh boy. Whatever she’s got in her head, it’s either gonna be eye-watering hilarious or blush-worthy embarrassing for me. We’ve been friends too long for her to beat around the bush, so when she starts playing this game, I know that she’s building up to something.
“Probably just some pranks on Alex or Misha,” I shrug. My curiosity bubbles over and I can’t help it anymore. “But probably both. Why?”
“Well…” She starts, a smile quickly forming.
I hold my finger up to signal her to be quiet and jump up. “Hold it. I’m getting my camera.”
The problem with a vlog is that I never have my camera around whenever Y/N does her weird things. My phone camera just doesn’t seem… good enough. I have to capture these moments on the expensive little camcorder that I bought. It seems more permanent and definitely is better quality.
“Okay,” I settle back on the couch next to her, flip open the screen, and press record. “You were about to tell me about your plans for Halloween?”
“Our plans, Jay. I was looking at costumes and found a lot of good ones.” She flicks her fingers across her phone screen for a few moments before finding the picture she wants. A wicked grin spreads across her face. “This is one of my favorites.”
She shows the screen to the camera and I take a closer look. It looked like someone was dressed all in red, and someone else was a… box of cigarettes? It takes me a minute to realize what I’m looking at, but as soon as my brain figures it out, I nearly fall off the couch laughing.
“Whadaya say, Jay? You wanna be Aunt Flo, or the box of tampons?”
My Stinky Roommate nixed the Aunt Flo and tampon idea, the baby attached to the placenta with an umbilical cord idea, the Adam and Eve idea, and the sexy minion idea. C’mon Jay, have some fun! Where’s all of your Halloween spirit? Oh, wait… I forgot… you fight Halloween all day every day for your job ;) Comment your favorite Halloween costume ideas below!
Read the next installment, My Sexy Roommate, HERE!
