Date: Sun, 28 May 2006 17:45:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Garcia <synful_romance@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: The Gyllenhaal Encounter - Part Eight

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.
For the past few days things have been weird between Jake and I. I
finally found my phone inside the bunk bathroom but things were too
strange to celebrate. Ever since the incident at the hotel that one
night, we haven't talked about it or anything for that matter. Both of
us decided to just leave it in the past but little did we know that later
things were going to re-surface again. After Jake and the crew filmed
some last minutes scenes at the camp, we all got on shuttle busses and
were driven to the hotel where we were originally staying at. Jake barely
had time off from that point on. It seemed like every minute of everyday
they were filming out in the desert. It was pretty hot out there
sometimes. Can you image being in heavy marine get up and running around
in full suit out on a hot ass day? I can. The crew set up small, moveable
tents and bunks for the upcoming scenes. It was insane because everything
looked so authentic. Everything was going great, you know. All was being
shot on time and with ease except for one day.
 
It was a normal day, I would say. I was going to skip on going to set and
let Jake do his thing in peace but he really wanted me to go so I could
give him some feedback on how he was doing. I agreed and we got going.
The ride out to the set was only a couple of minutes long compared to the
ride to and from Camp Pendleton. The day before, Jake shot a scene where
he was supposed to snap and go off on one of the other actors. He told me
that it was all too intense for him and that it was strange because the
scene called for him to yell and cuss and be angry and that wasn't
normally who he really was. Needless to say, the first time of filming on
that set he freaked and did "poorly", his word. The day after, he got
his stuff together and was getting ready to do that angry scene again. He
looked like he had everything in focus so they started to shoot.
 
Jake and Brian, the actor playing "Fergus", got into place and Sam
called action. The scene was intense when watching it come to live right
in front of you. I could tell Jake was going to nail this part. The only
thing I was a little worried about was how animated Jake was with his
hands when he acted. In the part when Jake holds the rifle to Brians
face, Jake was supposed to turn the rifle on himself and his anger lever
was supposed to rise. Well, when this happened, Jake accidentally got too
forceful and jabbed himself in the mouth with the rifles barrel. I got
shivers when I saw Jake hold his mouth from the pain. He walked off
camera for a moment back came back in after, Sam never called cut. I saw
small stains of blood on Jakes palm and fingers and his lip was starting
to drip small amounts of it also. He stayed in character and went with
the scene. While they kept filming the rest of the scene, Jake began to
slap Brian over the head. I didn't know if this was supposed to happen
or not so I stood back and watched. Eventually, Sam did call cut and
Brian was holding onto his head while Jake walked off set. Something was
really wrong. I followed behind Jake as he went into his trailer and
slammed the door behind him. I opened it and walked in.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Jake was looking at himself in the mirror,
flashing his teeth and pressing down on them.
"Fuck!" He said loudly. "It's chipped."
"Let me see." I said. He walked over and opened his mouth. I could see
the small missing half of his tooth that was covered in blood. "Does
this hurt?" I reached in and pressed his tooth with my finger.
"OW! Fuck!"
"Sorry."
He walked back and looked in the mirror again. "Son of a bitch."
"What was that over there?" I asked. "Where you supposed to beat up on
him like that?"
"No. It was an accident." He said.
"Accident? You kept hitting him on the head. How many times did your
hand accidentally smack him?"
"Look, I don't know! He made me bleed!"
"Don't get mad at me!" I replied.
"Then stop asking stupid questions!" He yelled.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing..."
"That's crap. Is it me? Did I do something? Are you mad because Randy
calls the room?"
"God, can you not mention him for one day?! I mean, you talk to the guy
24/7. Give it a break." Jake walked towards me, his eyes wide and angry.
"What?! Where the hell is this coming from?" I was a little shocked to
hear him say that.
"I don't want to hear his fucking name anymore! Leave the guy alone
already."
There was silence that filled the trailer. I turned to the door and swung
it open then stepped down from the steps. "You know, I thought you were
a little different from the other asshole actors but I guess I was wrong.
What a great fucking time to find out." I closed the door and walked
away.
 
I lay on the hotel room couch looking up at the off-white ceiling,
rewinding what Jake had said earlier. Who was he to say those things? I
mean, he should of said something instead of letting it explode a while
later.
 
The room was dark except for the bathroom light shining through the door
sides. I had left it on accident and didn't want to get up to turn it
off. I took my cell phone out and looked at the time. It was already 9:14
P.M. and the light from outside started to become dim. I put the phone
down and closed my eyes, opened them and looked at the time once again. I
came to realize that 10 minutes had gone by with out me even noticing.
Just then the hotel door swung open and Jake walked inside. I looked at
him but quickly turned around when his eyes looked in my direction. We
didn't say anything to each other the whole evening. Not even when we
were standing besides each other in the bathroom brushing our teeth. I
got in between the couch cushions and the thin white blankets to sleep. I
closed my eyes but opened them a while later. This went on for several
minutes until finally sitting up and turning on the T.V. There was
nothing on besides infomercial but I didn't care. I heard the bed in
Jakes room squeak and the sheets move around then Jake appeared in the
living room doorway.
"Hey." He said. I ignored him and kept flipping through the television
channels. Jake came over and sat besides me on the couch, pulling his
bare feet up. We sat in the T.V. light, neither of us saying a single
word. "Look, I'm sorry. I had no right to blow up like that. I wish I
could take it back but I cant so all I can do is apologize."
I looked over for a quick second and saw him staring at me, he had a sad
look on his face.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" I said. "It would've made it
easier for both of us."
"I know but I'm not the person to just come out and say things until I
cant take it anymore. Its weird, I know." Jake said.
"Yeah well, I guess its okay. I mean, we all have our moments. I was
just the cause of yours."
"So am I forgiven?" He asked with a boyish smile. How could I not
forgive him. He looked so adorable.
"Yeah." I said.
"One thing though. Do you really think I'm an asshole actor?" Jake
asked.
"No. I just said that cause I was pissed off."
Again. Another moment of silence.
"So is there anything good on?"
"Nope. Mostly infomercials selling exercise equipment."
"Can I see the remote?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure." I handed Jake the small, rectangle and he turned the T.V.
off. "What are you doing?"
"Well, in order for us to get along a little better we should probably
talk a little." He said.
"About what?"
"Anything. Like uh... tell me a secret. Something no one knows."
"A secret? Okay. Okay, when I was younger I used to watch the show
`Hercules' and I used to pretend I was his him. I would try and pick up
the bed and drawers like he would pick up heavy rocks and stuff." I
confessed. Jake started to laugh a little. "Your turn."
Jake thought. "Lets see... Oh okay. I used to be in a band when I was
younger. Like, in my teens."
"A band? Rock band or marching band?" I joked.
"Rock band. We played really bad music. It was terrible. I was the lead
singer."
"What?!" I was amazed. I had to make him sing a little. "Do you still
remember a song?"
"Yeah, actually."
I didn't expect him to just start singing it but he did. It was the
funniest thing watching Jake sing his rock opera. "That was amazing." I
clapped for him after he was finished.
"Thank you." He looked at me and smiled. I was starting to get the
feeling I first had when we had kissed that one night. "Its late. I
should get to bed now." Jake said while he dropped his feet down to the
floor. He was standing almost all the way up when I grabbed his wrist and
pulled him down towards me. I pressed my lips onto his and we started to
kiss. It felt so great to be with someone in that way again. Jake leaned
back onto the arm of the couch and opened his legs, allowing me to slip
in between them and hover over him. He put his right hand behind my neck
and pulled me down then I started to move down to his neck. I laid kiss
after kiss on his jaw and adams apple, not missing a single area. Jake
pulled away from me and held onto my cheek. We looked at each other for a
moment then continued kissing.
 
A week later, Jake and I went to set so that the day could start. Jake
went into his trailer while I went to set to check it out. My jaw dropped
when I saw everything. There were hundreds of extras dressed in their
greens walking around with their rifles and tent bags on their backs. A
few tanks and hummer looking trucks were scattered around with men riding
behind the steering wheel. It was all very surreal watching the trucks
and men. I've said this hundreds of times but this is when I really mean
it. It looked like I had taken a wrong turn and ended up in an marine
base.
"Its great, right?" Jake said from behind me. I turned and saw him
walking up to me in his uniform.
"Yeah. It looks so real."
"Here." Jake handed me a small, tan envelope.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Open it."
I did what he said and pulled out a chain with two dog tags hanging form
it. "Oh wow. This is so great. They say my name and everything."
"I had Sam order an extra pair when he ordered ours." Jake said. "Do
you like them?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
"Just thought they would be a little memorabilia from the set."
"I'm an official Jarhead now." I joked. "Are they both the same?"
"Yeah, they say the same thing." He said.
"Do you want to trade one? Ill give you one of mine, you give me one of
yours?"
"Yeah, sure." Jake took off his chain and slid a dog tag out and we
swapped them. I put mine on and filming started.
 
"Hello?" I heard Jake answer the phone in the other room of the hotel.
We had just gotten back from the desert and were taking a little break.
"No, this is Jake who's this?" He said next. "Ashley? Yeah, hold on a
minute." I got up and walked over. "Its your friend." Jake said while
he handed me the phone. I took the receiver and placed it over my ear.
"Hello." I said.
"Who was that?" Ashley asked.
"He's a friend of the guy I'm here with."
"A friend? He sounded familiar"
"Yeah. What's going on?"
"Okay, I got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?" Ashley
asked.
"The good news."
"Mr. Shingle said that you don't have to come to work for how ever long
you want."
"Really? That's nice of him. What's the bad news?"
"Bad news is that he said that on account that he fired you."
"WHAT!?" I practically yelled into the phone.
"Yeah. He said that he went to your apartment to see how you were doing
when they lady at the desk told him that you had been gone or a while
then he came to me at work and I had to tell him everything I knew.
Sorry."
"Ashley, tell me your kidding."
"No, I'm serious." She said. "I had to tell him. Are you mad?"
I sighed. "No. Its my fault. I knew it was a bad idea to come here.
Shit!" I said.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I guess I should go back to see if I can get my job
back. I need to make rent somehow."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Ill be there in two days." I said. I knew I was going to have to
go back. I couldn't afford to lose that job.
"Okay. Ill see you then."
I hung up with Ashley and sat down. I was starting to regret coming with
Jake but knew there was nothing I could do besides getting on a plane and
going back to L.A. I didn't tell Jake anything about anything. I called
Sam that same day and told him that I had an emergency at home. He said
that he'd place me on the first flight out the next day. I was so
grateful for the fact that he was able to do that for me. I know it
wasn't going to come cheap. The next night, after Jake fell asleep, I
got my bags and ordered a taxi to drive me to the airport. Once their, I
got on the plain and left to Los Angeles.
The ride was long and boring as expected. After landing I had another
taxi drive me to Ashleys house since it was still pretty early. I rang
the doorbell and she came to answer.
"Good morning" I said. Ashley looked at me with her tired eyes.
"Chris! How are you?" We hugged each other then she invited me inside.
"Good. Did I wake you?"
"No, I was just going to go swim laps around the pool." She
exaggerated.
"Funny. Where's Sargent?" I asked.
"In my room sleeping. Do you want me to go and wake him up?"
"No leave..." Jus then he came out of the room and stood on his back
legs while placing his front paws on my legs. I greeted him warmly,
talking baby talk to him. "Hey, can I stay until you leave for work? I
want to go and see Mr. Shingle."
"Yeah, sure. Come on." The three of us walked to Ashleys room and
Sargent got in his bed while I shared the bed with Ashley.
Morning came quickly and I was back up. After Ashley got into her
uniform, we got into her car and drove to The Ivy. We got there and she
started work while I went to see Mr. Shingle. I knocked on his door and
waited for a response.
"Come in!" He yelled out. I opened the door and walked in. "Well look
who it is. What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to try and get my job back." I said.
"Its too late. I already gave your position to someone else." He said
while writing on a piece of paper.
"Come on Mr. Shingle. I'm sorry for making Ashley lie for me. I knew
that if you knew what I was doing you wouldn't let me go. It was stupid
of me to go with out telling you the truth."
"Save it." He replied.
"There's absolutely no way to get my job back?"
"Nope."
"What am I going to do for money then? How do pay the rent?" I asked.
He didn't care about me and I knew that but I was trying to put him on a
guilt trip. Mr. Shingle reached into his desk and pulled out an envelope
then handed it to me.
"That's your last paycheck." He said.
I took the envelope and left with my tail between my legs. This was all
very fucked up but he was right. I should have been clean with his about
where I was going even though he probably would've made me stay. I found
Ashley behind the small seating booth and asked her if she could take my
things and Sargent to my apartment after work. She agreed and I walked
home. I needed time to think about what I was going to do for money. I
could always sell myself on the streets but I probably wouldn't last
long. The best thing to do was to start over and go job hunting. I got to
my apartment building and got up to my floor to get to my place when I
noticed a paper sticking out from the door. I pulled it out and read it
through. It was a notice of eviction. Since I was away, I had forgotten
to pay the months rent and was now two week overdue. Everything was going
wrong that day. I couldn't get one break. I went down to the front desk
and asked to see Mr. Stein, the building manager, so that I could get
everything cleared up. Fortunately he was in so I got to see him right
away.
"Hey Mr. Stein." I said.
"Hello. How can I help you?" He asked, taking off the thin glasses from
his long, slender nose and letting them hang down like a golden chain
around his neck.
"Well, um, I wanted to see you about this eviction notice." I slid the
paper over to him. He put his glasses back on and looked it over.
"What about it?"
"I wanted to now if I could maybe have an extension on the payment. I
have half the money now and..."
"I'm sorry. It clearly states on your contract that all payments must
be made in full."
"Well I know but couldn't you make an exception? I have half the money
with me I could get the other half to you sometime later."
"I'm sorry." He said again.
"I know, you said that already."
"So what do I do now? What's going to happen to all my stuff? I have
nowhere else to go." I said.
Mr. Stein sighed and looked up at me. "I'll tell you what. If you can
get the whole amount in one month then you can have your apartment
back."
"Really?" I shot up excitedly.
"But..." He added. "I will have to mark the apartment as vacant. We can
put your things in storage for the time being."
"Okay. So if there are no takers for the apartment and I make the money
in a month I can move back in?" I asked.
"It'll be good as yours."
I guess that was better than nothing, right? "Thank you Mr. Stein."
"Your welcome." I walked out of his office and out into the street.
What the hell was I supposed to do now? I have no apartment and the only
place I could maybe stay at was a good way away. I walked around until
Ashley got off work so that I could ask if it was okay for me to stay
with her for a bit longer. I was now officially homeless.
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Good day! I can finally breathe now that this part has been posted. Ive
been putting it off to the last minute because of everything has been
going on. School and personal life have been getting in the way of
writing. But, its here now. I hope you all like this new installment. Im
pretty proud of it.
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Thanks again for reading!
-Chris