Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 17:39:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Garcia <synful_romance@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: The Gyllenhaal Encounter - Part Three

Disclaimer:
I do not know or claim to know Jake Gyllenhaal and I don't mean to imply
any knowledge of his personal lives or sexual preferences. This is
FICTION and nothing more. If your under 18 or don't like to read
fan-fictions about same sex romances then DO NOT read this story. Now
that that's out of the way, sit back and enjoy!
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Christians P.O.V.
I was sitting at the table in my apartment. The lost cell phone was on
the table in front of me and Sargent was by my side, his tongue hanging
down from the side of his mouth. The room was quiet except for the slight
ticking of the clock on the living room wall. Tick, tick, tick. A sense
of curiosity came over my like a bad hangover. Should I open the phone?
No, it wasn't right. It wasn't mine to look through. With one hand I
began to run my fingers through Sargents hair while with the other, I
brought the phone closer. On the front screen, there was a picture of a
group of friends, maybe they were a family. Didn't give me much idea
about who the phone belonged to though. But, one quick look couldn't
hurt right? I picked up the phone and held it in my hands securely, if I
dropped it then I would be in deep shit. I was about to open the screen
when the phone went off. It began to ring and vibrate in my palms. I put
the phone back on the table and watched it dance around, the polyphonic
ring tone playing loudly. I let it ring^Å and ring and ring. It must have
rang 3 more times until I decided to answer. I heard someone answer.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" I said. My heart was jumping inside my body.
"Hi, do you have my phone? I left it at `The Ivy' by accident." He
said.
"Uh, yeah. I found it while I was cleaning up."
"Do you work there?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm a waiter."
"Oh great." His voice rose. "Can you leave it somewhere so that I
could go and pick it up?"
"Well, thing is I'm not at work anymore. I'm at home." I said. By
then, my heart began to beat at the normal rate.
"Are you busy right now?"
"No." I knew what he was going to ask next.
"Can you meet me somewhere so that I can pick it up?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure. Do you know where `The Internet Café' is?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to meet up there?"
"Yeah, that'll be great."
"Okay, bye."
We hung up and looked at Sargent, giving off a sigh. I was still in my
work uniform and felt dirty after a long day so I took a quick shower to
clean off. By the time I got out of the shower, it was nearly time to
leave. Quickly after getting dressed, I went outside to head for my car
but realized that I was missing something, the cell phone. I got the
phone and drove out to meet the owner.
 
Pulling up to the Café, I didn't know what to expect. I walked inside
the dimly lit building and looked around. No one in there looked like
they were waiting for anyone. Everyone was either with a friend or on
their lap top computers. I walked deeper into the establishment and
decided to get a cup of coffee while I waited.
"Can I get a regular coffee, please?" I asked the woman behind the
counter.
I took my wallet from my back pocket and slid out fifteen dollars. A
little pricey for coffee, I think. After I handed the money over, I was
left to wait for my drink. I looked around the place and noticed a small
rack of magazines to my right. It had "Auto Digest" to "Vogue" all
kept neatly. There was one in particular that caught my eye though. The
small headline read: "Check out where we caught Jake Gyllenhaal and
Kristin Dunst acting very cuddly!" I smiled to myself when I saw the
small picture of Jake on the magazine corner. It was a little hard to
believe that that was the man I had recently waited on. My coffee was
handed to me and I took a seat near the back of the place.
 
The small bell rang, signaling the entrance of a customer. I looked over
and saw a man wearing a blue running jacket, blue jeans, and sunglasses
that hung down from his shirt collar. It was Jake and I figured it was
him who lost the phone since he stood at the entrance looking around the
place. I signaled him over with a wave and he made his way through the
maze of tables.
"Hey. Did I talk to you earlier about my phone?" He asked with a warm
smile.
"Yeah." I smiled back.
"Great, thanks for being able to meet me. I didn't know if you were
busy with something so..." Jake took off his jacket and placed it on the
back of the chair. I could see that his arms and chest were very well
shaped by the way his shirt clung to his body. Jake sat down on the
opposite side of me and placed his glasses on the table. "You were our
waiter, right? At the restaurant? Christian." He asked. His big blue
eyes looked at me. For a moment I went weak at the knees.
"Yeah, you and your friend uh, Michael, right? I remember^Å oh here." I
reached down and took the sidekick phone out of my pocket and slid it
across the short table.
"Oh yes, thanks a lot!" A big smile crawled onto his face. Once he had
the phone, he started to push buttons on it.
"Don't worry, I didn't steal any of your numbers or anything like
that." I joked.
"No, I know. I trust you." He smiled at me again. Every time he smiled,
his eyes would narrow slightly and his lips would curl upward, sometimes
revealing a little teeth. It's the most pleasant thing anyone could
witness.
"You're not reading this are you?" He asked while his hand reached for
the open magazine on the table. The page was set to his and Kristin's
picture.
"Oh yeah. I was flipping through it."
"What are they saying now? Did we break up again?" We both laughed at
his comment.
"No, just talked about you and her at a basketball game. Its weird^Å" I
said.
"What?"
"There are millions of people in that same stadium doing the same exact
thing you and her are doing, watching the game. Yet, its somehow more
important or exciting when celebrities do it."
"Yeah, that's Hollywood. People want to constantly know what you're
doing and who you're doing it with." Jake explained.
"Yeah." There was a silence between us. "So, are you working on
anything now? Like, movie wise?"
"Uh.."
"Can I ask or is that top secret stuff?" I joked.
"No, its okay. I'm not doing anything now but sometime soon I'm gonna
be filming a movie called `Jarhead'. Have you heard anything about
it?"
"Nope. Let me guess, its about the military or something?"
"Yeah, well, the Marines. How'd you know?"
"The name Jarhead. Isn't it some sort of slang word or something?"
"Yeah, have you heard of Anthony Swafford? The guy that fought in the
Gulf War?" I shook my head. "Well he wrote a book about his experience
in the Marines and in fighting and its being made into a movie."
"Oh, that sounds cool, I guess."
"Are you into, like, war movies at all?" He asked.
"Not really. I'm the more independent, unknown, offbeat movie kind of
guy."
"I don't mean to sound arrogant or into myself but have you seen any of
my films?"
"I don't think so. I saw one called Darko something^Å" I said.
"Donnie Darko!"
"Yeah, but that was a while ago. I don't really remember everything
about it." More awkward silence. "Alright, well, now that you have your
phone back. I guess I'm going. I left my dog alone at home and he's
probably chewing up the furniture by now." I stood up and got ready to
leave.
"Oh cool, you have a dog? What kind?" Jake asked. His eyes lit up.
"A cocker spaniel. His names Sargent."
"Oh yeah? I have a German Shepherd named Atticus and a Puggle named Boo
Radley."
"A what? Puggle?" I asked confused. I've never heard of a puggle, have
you?
"Yeah, it's a new dog breed. They crossed a pug and a beagle and out
came a puggle. They're supposedly the "Hollywood" dog." I was amazed
to hear this quite frankly. They actually had a designer dog? What is the
world coming to?
"Wow." That's all I had to say about that.
"Do you ever take your dog to La Cienega park?" Jake asked.
"No, why. Should I?"
"It's a good place to take any pets you might have." Jake explained.
"Every weekend they have, like, a special doggy playground where dogs
could go and be dogs, you know?"
"Really? That sounds cool."
"You should really check it out this weekend. It's a great place to
just go and hang out with your dog."
"I don't know, maybe."
"Well can I give you my number and, if you want, ill go with you and
show you around." Jake took out a small card from his wallet and wrote
down his number on the back then handed it to me. "I'm not going to
right my name on it cause if someone sees it then ill be getting calls
from random people."
"Are you sure you want to give me that? I mean, you don't really know
me." I asked.
"No, I trust you. You didn't steal any of the numbers on my phone,
remember."
I took the card and placed it in my pocket.
 
Soon, Jake and I split ways. He went his way and I got in my car and
headed home. But, before I drove that extra block home, I stopped by a
Blockbuster video rental store and walked inside. I went up to the lady
in a blue polo shirt with the store logo on her left breast and asked for
all the movies they had with Jake Gyllenhaal. The list was fairly long so
I chose the first 5 movies. I picked up Donnie Darko, Highway, City
Slickers, Bubble Boy, and October Sky. The lady checked the movies out
for me and I got going.
 
Jakes P.O.V.
Was I early? Maybe I was late but Christian wasn't here yet. I looked
around the room and saw anybody that looked like they were waiting for
someone until I noticed a guy sitting by himself near the back. He waved
at me and I knew that was who I was looking for. I walked over to him and
greeted him with a hand shake.
"Hey. Did I talk to you earlier about my phone?" I asked.
"Yeah." He smiled warmly at me.
"Great, thanks for being able to meet me. I didn't know if you were
busy with something so..." It was so hot inside the building. I had to
take off my jacket or else I'd cook alive. "You were our waiter, right?
At the restaurant? Christian."
"Yeah, you and your friend uh, Michael, right? I remember^Å oh here."
Christian reached down and took my phone out from his pocket and placed
it in front of me.
"Oh yes, thanks a lot!" I took the phone and opened the screen. Had the
email from my publicist come in yet? I was waiting to hear if I was cast
for an upcoming movie role. There were no new messages in my mail box.
 
Next, he told me that he hadn't seen any of my numbers and I believed
him. He didn't look like the kind to do something like that. I looked up
from the small screen on the phone and saw an open magazine on the table.
There was a big picture of my girlfriend Kristin and me. We were at the
Lakers game, I think. I can really remember. I took the magazine and read
some of the article. Probably more rumors about a breakup that never
happened. I was sick of reading things that were completely false.
We started to talk about the things that went on in front of the camera
lens and what not. I was surprised to hear that Christian wasn't at all
the Hollywood type. He didn't understand why celebrities were such
fascinating figures out there. I hardly knew myself so I decided not to
try and explain.
 
He asked about future movie roles and I told him about the latest one I
was set to do. A story about a young man who gets into the Marines but
doesn't want to be there then later is set to go into the Gulf War and
fight an enemy that is never really confronted.
 
Somehow, conversation turned to the subject of pets that we owned.
Christian let me know about his cocker spaniel. I asked if he'd ever
been to La Cienega park. That's a park a like to take my dog, Atticus,
for walks and just to play. He'd never been there. Or so he said. I gave
him my number in case he wanted to go this upcoming weekend. I know, I
know. Probably not the smartest move on my part but there was something
about him that made me want to give him my number. He seemed like he was
a cool and laid back person and I wanted to hopefully hang out sometime.
 
Afterwards, Christian left and so did I. I had gotten my phone back. I
was so happy that it was in my hands again. I didn't know what I'd do
if I ever really lost it. These days, nobody can get through the day
without checking their e-mail or phone messages. Good thing you could do
all that on this phone. After meeting up with Christian and getting the
phone, I went home to tell Maggie the good news. I had almost forgotten
to call my mom back but luckily I had my phone and could call her soon.
"Hello?" My mom answered.
"Hey mom, its me Jake."
"Hi honey. How are you?"
"Good."
"Yeah? Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, mom." My mom constantly needed assurance that
everything was good. She did worry a lot about Maggie and me but I let
her know that everything was great. "You called and said to call you
back. Is something wrong?"
"Well, your uncle is really sick. He's in the hospital right now."
"Are you serious? What's wrong?"
"I don't want you to worry but he had a stroke. He's okay now but the
doctor say that he's going to have to spend a few days in the hospital
so they can run some test on him and well, I was hoping you and your
sister could come up this weekend to see him."
Wow, this was all a shock to me. I wasn't expecting this at all. I knew
I had to go, no questions asked. "Okay, yeah. I'll let Maggie know and
then we'll get back to you, okay?"
"Okay, let me know soon."
"I will."
"I love you."
"Love you too, mom."
After we hung up, I told Maggie what I was told and we decided that the
best thing to do was go and see our uncle. It was the least we could do
for him since he took care of us when we were younger. "Oh wait!" I
thought to myself. "I had told Christian that I'd take him around the
park this weekend. Damn." I couldn't just call my mom and tell her that
I wasn't going, that wouldn't be fair. Family is more important. Okay,
I knew what I had to do.

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Well, thanks to everyone that is reading this story. It makes me happy to
hear that you are enjoying it. Remember, let me know what you think about
this part. E-mail me at: synful_romance@sbcglobal.net. I'll start a group
for this story sometime. Once again, thanks to everyone!
-Chris