Chad Michael Murray was actually the worst friend a person could have.
It all started on what began as a normal Friday. Jared woke up, knocked loudly on Chad’s door, took Harley and Sadie for a run, came back to shower, knocked loudly on Chad’s door again, and started breakfast. He hummed a happy tune quietly with a smile in place as he grabbed food from the refrigerator and cabinets. Eventually Chad stumbled in, more squinty-eyed than usual, and running his hands through his spiky-blond, unruly bed hair.
“Morning, Sunshine,” Jared grinned, breaking the eggs into the sizzling pan.
“Fuck you, asswipe,” Chad spat. Pulling on a chair at the breakfast bar so rough it screeched across the linoleum floor, he hauled himself up in it and glared at the back of Jared’s cheery head.
“You’re in a worse mood than usual,” Jared snorted, knowing that no matter how bad of a mood Chad was in, it was just an inherent part of his personality - nothing personal.
“Yeah, I am,” Chad groaned, nearly slamming his forehead into the counter top as he let it plop down. “I was having a great night – made out with Sophia for, like, three hours straight, ate pizza, jacked off –“
“Really, dude?” Jared interrupted.
“– listened to some music, and then fell asleep, but not before fucking remembering that your gay boyfriend was coming over today,” he finished as though Jared never spoke.
“Did you just call my boyfriend gay?” Jared asked incredulously.
“Uh, yeah. Because he is.” There was a pause.
“Yep, that is true,” came with the shake of a head. “But what’s the big deal? Jensen comes over almost every weekend.”
“I know, but, like,” Chad groaned and slammed his head back against the counter top, “when he’s over you’re all mushy and gross and I can only handle so much gay in my life, okay? And when he’s here, it’s double the gay. It’s gay multiplied. Gay squared. That’s too much gay.” Jared rolled his eyes and tossed the English muffins in the toaster.
“Why don’t you go stay with Sophia or one of your other friends?” Jared suggested.
“Sophia is having a girl’s night or something tonight, I don’t really know. She said, ‘Me and the girls want a wine and pedicure night,’ and I was like, ‘Fine, I’m gonna have a beer and video game night’ – which isn’t different than every other night, but, y’know. And I have no other friends, Jared, why else do you think I’m living with your gay ass? That and you have the best gaming system so it was kind of a no-brainer.”
“Feelin’ the love, Chad.”
“Don’t feel the love from me, your boyfriend’ll be here in a few hours.”