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Lament (SA/SB) 1/5
Title: Lament
Author: Courtney (PrincessGwen16@aol.com)
Rating: mostly PG-13
Pairing: Astin/Bean
Warnings: open marriages and crying men.
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, ain't mine, no money being made. It's fiction and fun!
Summary: Sean has a crush.
Feedback: is always welcome!
A/N: Muchas thanks to my beta, Alec, and Niki.
-a random pattern with a needle and thread
-the overlapping way diseases are spread
-through a tornado body
-with a hand grenade head
-and the legs of two lovers entwined
--Exquisite Corpse, Hedwig soundtrack
Sean wondered when his first name became obsolete. Not just in New Zealand when there was always Bean around, not just then, but even after he left, he was plain Astin. Before that too. He was forced to think back, and for Sean, that meant trouble. He may not be as young as he used to be, but he knew he was too young for memory loss.
He pondered. He definitely remembered that during Goonies, it was Sean. Probably because he was just a kid. He thinks it all started with Encino Man. Damn Pauly Shore and his stupid nicknames. At least it was just Astin and not whatever the hell it was he called Brendan. Thank God. But he dealt with it. Ignored all the retarded fucks who couldn't say it right. Like Astin is so hard to say, right?
Sean forced himself to think about the now in New Zealand and The Crush. So important, that it needed to be capitalized. A short phone call to The Wife and they decided time away was good and, as long as precautions were not taken lightly, they were free to do whatever. After the growing feelings for The Crush, Sean wanted to send her a billion flowers and a crate of that God awful perfume she loved.
So it goes. Sean once again became Astin and The Crush, well, seemed to morph into that dreaded Something More. Of course he would be there for almost two years, but he knew how his luck went. This was only on his side, this growing infatuation. He was positively sure of it. Mainly because he never hung around The Crush for more than a few minutes before fumbling for a lame excuse or none at all and running. So, Sean was Astin and The Crush was Desired.
Sean had to make his move soon. The Crush's time was precious and limited. No pressure though, right? Sean thanked his lucky stars and a few other choice items when PJ gave them a free week due to bad weather. He was so happy that he jumped on poor PJ and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek. At least he had the decency to blush and apologize.
"That was interesting." Sean turned around and there, in all of his glory, stood The Crush. "You always attack unsuspecting directors when they give you time off, Astin?" he chuckled. Sean could only nod, because he would surely give himself away with what he wanted to say. And there's no graceful way to back out of an exclamation of 'fuck me please?' He was pretty sure of that one. He could see that The Crush was waiting, for what he didn't know. He brushed blonde hair from his forehead and just stood there. Sean was getting The Stare, as he liked to call it. He was pretty sure that his Crush would be able to get whatever the hell he wanted when he used that look. Definitely not fair. Sean muttered something that was close to a 'see ya 'round Bean' and practically ran to his trailer.
Sean was just happy that Bean had decided not to follow cause, boy oh boy, would that had been just plain weird. It was the last thing Sean needed. He sat in his little cramped trailer and really couldn't do much. So, basically he sat and waited. He hoped that Bean would come by, ask him what's going on. He also hoped that Bean would just forget him, ignore whatever the hell was going on, turn a blind eye. Though the idea of Bean coming to him was a nice one. Sean just didn't have a clue what the hell he would do.
So, Sean tried to keep from biting his nails and waited. He finally decided he'd pick up that book he begged to borrow from Ian. He wasn't too interested in Johnny and his little psychic matters today. Sean kept reading the same page over and over. He was sure that by now, he had page 244 memorized. When there was a knock on the trailer door, he really had no idea what he was waiting for. Sean figured that, since he left the door open on the trailer and the screen door was the only thing between himself and whoever was knocking, he couldn't very well pretend to be out. Sean stood up, putting his bookmark right there on page 244 and laying it on the kitchen counter. The knocking became louder.
"Yeah, yeah," Sean muttered, taking his time covering the short distance from the couch to the door. "Patience, for heaven's sake," he said just as he looked up and froze. "Bean." Sean just stood there, thanking God that he was leaning against something cause he probably would have fallen over and cracked his skull or something. He'd probably still have to work through it. Somedays, he really hated his life.
"Astin." Bean stood on the other side of the trailer, an eyebrow raised at the man behind the screen. "Hey Astin!" Sean seemed to come out of his little trance and pushed the screen open. "Always the gentleman Astin," Bean snickered, shaking his head.
"Bean," Sean stepped back, "what are you doing here?" 'Leave, just leave. Having you here...this is bad.' Sean thought. He watched as Bean took his spot on the couch and leaned over to pick up the book Sean had been reading.
"This is nice. Mine kinda sucks," Bean smiled, thumbing through the book. "Huh. This looks interesting. Any good?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess," Sean answered, still trying to figure out what was going on. "Bean, why the hell are you here?" Sean asked, taking a seat on the couch opposite of Bean. "I thought you were going out with the others or home or something."
"Nope," Bean smiled. "Came to visit my pal Astin."
"Um...yeah ok." Sean looked around. This was definitely weird. Bean had never called him his pal or whatever. Sean didn't think there was a time when they ever went anywhere.
"Ok," Bean put the book down. "Actually, I got a question." He leaned forward, forearms braced on his thighs.
"Shoot," Sean replied. For a split second he thought maybe it was a bad idea. But it was probably a question about The Book or something like that. He also decided not to think too much about it, for fear that his brain might explode and that would be kinda gross.
"So, this guy I know, Jeff. Jeff's cool. Met him while doing a movie, he was the makeup guy or whatever. Anyshit, so I get this call from Jeff a little bit ago and he gave me this problem. See Jeff's got this crush on one of the lighting guys. But Jeff thinks the lighting guy hates him. Won't talk to him, look at him, nothing. Jeff doesn't know what to do. Totally lost, hence the call," Bean said.
"So the question is what should Jeff do?" Sean asked.
"Exactly, and, personally, I don't know what to tell him. I'm thinking that maybe he should just tell the lighting guy, but if something horrible happens to him, like he gets fired or the lighting guy gets fired or something. I'd feel really bad, ya know?" Bean sighed. "So, what do you think I should tell Jeff? I told him I'd ring him today."
"Um...well," Sean took a deep breath. Was this for real? Oh great, Bean knew something and was using this Jeff story for something. Crap. "I don't know either."
"Well, what would you do in a situation like that, Astin?" Bean asked, leaning back into the couch.
"Me? Um, well, I guess I'd just talk to him. Get to know him. I mean this Jeff guy's waited this long, right? What's a few more months or whatever, ya know?" Sean answered.
Bean stood up, smiling. "Thanks Astin," Bean headed for the door. "I'll see ya 'round, eh? If not, there's always next week." Bean pushed the screen door open and took the few steps down.
"Uh, Bean?" Sean couldn't believe what he was about to do. Maybe this whole Jeff story was helping. Bean turned around, a slightly puzzled look on his face. "You wanna hang out tomorrow? That is, if you don't have something planned already. I mean, if you do, that's fine. I'm sure I can find something to do. Maybe call someone..."
"Astin?"
"Ya know, or Lij or something. Go hang out with them. I wonder what Ian's going to be doing. I could go over there. Or Viggo. No...Viggo'll probably be painting or something boring like that. There's gotta be something I can figure out here..."
"Astin!" Bean nearly screamed. Sean stopped babbling and looked down at Bean. "You, my dear Astin, are rambling at an almost incredible speed. If you wanna hang out tomorrow, that's fine. I'll come by," he smiled. "See ya, Astin."
It was the only time Sean loved hearing his last name.
Sean couldn't sleep. Of course not. Not with Bean's lovely voice flitting through his head. Sean still couldn't decide if that whole Jeff thing was on the level or not. Sean just laid in his bed, fiddling with the sheets and wondering exactly how they know how many threads there are in those bed sets. Mostly he just thought of Bean and how he'd act tomorrow. Eventually, through near hysterical thoughts about flying things and a whacked out marriage ceremony, he finally drifted off to sleep.
The loud banging on the door was really making it hard for Sean to sleep. Of course it didn't help that every time he moved, he got an eyeful of bright morning sun. God how he hated mornings. After about five minutes, it was obvious that the door-banger had no intention of just giving up, so Sean rolled out of bed, taking little care in his appearance. He figured anyone who came banging on his door at, Sean moved to squint at the clock, seven in the morning when he had the day off, deserved to see him like this. He decided the sick bastard had it coming. Sean finally stumbled to the door and threw it open.
"For Pete's sake, it's early and I could be sleeping, what the hell do you want?" Sean asked, rubbing his eyes.
"What a cheery person you are in the morning, Astin," Bean smirked. "Thank you for the lovely greeting. I come bearing breakfast," he said, lifting a medium sized pink bakery box. "Donuts," he smiled. "Can I come in now?"
"Oh, sorry," Sean stepped back and let Bean inside. "Um, sorry about that. I didn't think you'd come over until later." Sean slid behind the small table, sitting opposite of Bean.
Bean snatched at the box and made a move to leave. "Well, if you want me to come later, I can leave and all."
"No!" Sean yelled. "Um, no, that's ok. I'm up now, so yeah." Bean sat back down, sliding the box across the table to Sean. "I can make some coffee?"
"No need mate," Bean smiled. "You go get all cleaned up. I will make the coffee."
Sean moved out from his spot, looking at Bean suspiciously. "You? Are going to make something?" Bean nodded, smile still in place. "Well, I'll be damned. You're full of surprises there, Bean."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now off with you. You're starting to smell a tidge," Bean smiled, smacking Sean on the shoulder. "Really now...go."
When Sean was dressed, token pair of jeans and a blue button-up The Wife bought him awhile back, he walked out of his bedroom to find Bean sitting at the little table playing, what looked like a horribly played game of golf. "How can you suck that bad?" Sean asked, sitting opposite Bean and grabbed for the pastry box. "Yeah, it's a bitch to win, but even I don't suck that much at it." Sean smiled, big and white, and took a large bite out of the muffin.
Bean collected all the cards and frowned. It made Sean's heart sink. "Sorry Astin. We can't all be good at cards like you."
"Way to make a perfectly respectable talent sound horrible, Bean," Sean mumbled around his carrot muffin. He reached over and grabbed Bean's cup of coffee. "So, you call that Jeff guy?"
"Jeff?" Bean asked, confusion slowly fading into understanding. "Yeah. I rang him last night, after I talked to you. He said he'd give it a try. Said a few more months couldn't hurt. Said whoever I got the advice from was one smart cookie," Bean smiled and winked. Sean blushed and muttered a thank you. "So, Smart Cookie, what do ya wanna do?"
"I have absolutely no idea," Sean answered truthfully, holding back the 'whatever the hell you wanna do is just wonderful with me.' That and some other choice words and phrases would definitely blow his cover.
"Well, I know that Viggo rented a house or whatever and he said I could go over and do whatever. He's off being a mountain man with his camera and communing with nature and all that incredibly fun stuff," Bean stated. "We could go over there. Raid his cabinets and junk," he shrugged.
"Sounds great!" Sean said, setting his half-finished muffin on the table. He had a giant smile plastered on his face. He was also pretty sure that he sounded way to eager. And he called himself an actor. Shame on him.
Bean laughed. "Well, that's the plan then. Let's go," Bean nodded towards the door.
"Um, yeah ok," Sean mumbled as he quickly maneuvered himself out from behind the small table. Bean stood outside, waiting for Sean to lock up his trailer before they started over to Bean's rental car. "So, do we need to pick anything up? I mean, Viggo, he isn't exactly known to keep good things stocked. Especially when he's becoming one with nature," Sean said, bringing his hands up and shaking them.
Bean chuckled. "Don't worry 'bout it," he answered. "I knew I'd be going over there, so it's all stocked up. But I do need to make a stop," he smiled. Sean didn't really think anything of it. Thinking that maybe Bean had to go by the store for something else or maybe pick up paint for Viggo or something. He didn't know what to do when Bean pulled up to a video store.
"Bean," Sean said warily. "What the hell are we doing?"
"Ah...entertainment my dear Astin," he replied, striding towards the entrance. Sean groaned and followed him inside.
"What type of entertainment is this?" Sean asked, looking down one of the aisles. Sean looked up to find Bean holding two of Sean's films, Rudy and Encino Man. "You fucking suck, Bean!" he exclaimed.
"Oh come on," he smiled, doing The Stare again. God he hated that. "You can tell me stories! It'll be fun!"
"And you can make fun of me," Sean pointed out.
"Well, yes there's that too." Bean's smile brightened.
"Fine," Sean sighed. He grabbed Golden Eye and Don't Say A Word. "Viggo have a DVD player?"
"Hello, this is Viggo," Bean replied, already heading for the checkout. "He may be all commune with nature and talk to the animals and shit, but deprive him of his Osbournes and DVD player? You'll lose an arm." He turned to smile at Sean. Sean chuckled. It was all true.
The ride over to Viggo's house was punctuated with little conversation. Sean used the time to try to figure out if there was anything behind that wink back in his trailer or the fact that somehow Bean had known what his favorite muffin was. Sean decided, as they were pulling into the driveway, that Bean had seen him eat one nearly everyday in the food tents. It was not quite a stretch, but still....
"Alrighty, here we are," Bean announced. Sean grabbed the bag that held the movies and followed Bean into Viggo's house, knowing that that couldn't possibly had been a wink and dazzling smile from Bean. Great, now he was up to his eyeballs in this, he couldn't call it obsession, admiration seemed a safe word, admiration or whatever the hell it was, that he was imagining things. No way.
Author: Courtney (PrincessGwen16@aol.com)
Rating: mostly PG-13
Pairing: Astin/Bean
Warnings: open marriages and crying men.
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, ain't mine, no money being made. It's fiction and fun!
Summary: Sean has a crush.
Feedback: is always welcome!
A/N: Muchas thanks to my beta, Alec, and Niki.
-a random pattern with a needle and thread
-the overlapping way diseases are spread
-through a tornado body
-with a hand grenade head
-and the legs of two lovers entwined
--Exquisite Corpse, Hedwig soundtrack
Sean wondered when his first name became obsolete. Not just in New Zealand when there was always Bean around, not just then, but even after he left, he was plain Astin. Before that too. He was forced to think back, and for Sean, that meant trouble. He may not be as young as he used to be, but he knew he was too young for memory loss.
He pondered. He definitely remembered that during Goonies, it was Sean. Probably because he was just a kid. He thinks it all started with Encino Man. Damn Pauly Shore and his stupid nicknames. At least it was just Astin and not whatever the hell it was he called Brendan. Thank God. But he dealt with it. Ignored all the retarded fucks who couldn't say it right. Like Astin is so hard to say, right?
Sean forced himself to think about the now in New Zealand and The Crush. So important, that it needed to be capitalized. A short phone call to The Wife and they decided time away was good and, as long as precautions were not taken lightly, they were free to do whatever. After the growing feelings for The Crush, Sean wanted to send her a billion flowers and a crate of that God awful perfume she loved.
So it goes. Sean once again became Astin and The Crush, well, seemed to morph into that dreaded Something More. Of course he would be there for almost two years, but he knew how his luck went. This was only on his side, this growing infatuation. He was positively sure of it. Mainly because he never hung around The Crush for more than a few minutes before fumbling for a lame excuse or none at all and running. So, Sean was Astin and The Crush was Desired.
Sean had to make his move soon. The Crush's time was precious and limited. No pressure though, right? Sean thanked his lucky stars and a few other choice items when PJ gave them a free week due to bad weather. He was so happy that he jumped on poor PJ and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek. At least he had the decency to blush and apologize.
"That was interesting." Sean turned around and there, in all of his glory, stood The Crush. "You always attack unsuspecting directors when they give you time off, Astin?" he chuckled. Sean could only nod, because he would surely give himself away with what he wanted to say. And there's no graceful way to back out of an exclamation of 'fuck me please?' He was pretty sure of that one. He could see that The Crush was waiting, for what he didn't know. He brushed blonde hair from his forehead and just stood there. Sean was getting The Stare, as he liked to call it. He was pretty sure that his Crush would be able to get whatever the hell he wanted when he used that look. Definitely not fair. Sean muttered something that was close to a 'see ya 'round Bean' and practically ran to his trailer.
Sean was just happy that Bean had decided not to follow cause, boy oh boy, would that had been just plain weird. It was the last thing Sean needed. He sat in his little cramped trailer and really couldn't do much. So, basically he sat and waited. He hoped that Bean would come by, ask him what's going on. He also hoped that Bean would just forget him, ignore whatever the hell was going on, turn a blind eye. Though the idea of Bean coming to him was a nice one. Sean just didn't have a clue what the hell he would do.
So, Sean tried to keep from biting his nails and waited. He finally decided he'd pick up that book he begged to borrow from Ian. He wasn't too interested in Johnny and his little psychic matters today. Sean kept reading the same page over and over. He was sure that by now, he had page 244 memorized. When there was a knock on the trailer door, he really had no idea what he was waiting for. Sean figured that, since he left the door open on the trailer and the screen door was the only thing between himself and whoever was knocking, he couldn't very well pretend to be out. Sean stood up, putting his bookmark right there on page 244 and laying it on the kitchen counter. The knocking became louder.
"Yeah, yeah," Sean muttered, taking his time covering the short distance from the couch to the door. "Patience, for heaven's sake," he said just as he looked up and froze. "Bean." Sean just stood there, thanking God that he was leaning against something cause he probably would have fallen over and cracked his skull or something. He'd probably still have to work through it. Somedays, he really hated his life.
"Astin." Bean stood on the other side of the trailer, an eyebrow raised at the man behind the screen. "Hey Astin!" Sean seemed to come out of his little trance and pushed the screen open. "Always the gentleman Astin," Bean snickered, shaking his head.
"Bean," Sean stepped back, "what are you doing here?" 'Leave, just leave. Having you here...this is bad.' Sean thought. He watched as Bean took his spot on the couch and leaned over to pick up the book Sean had been reading.
"This is nice. Mine kinda sucks," Bean smiled, thumbing through the book. "Huh. This looks interesting. Any good?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess," Sean answered, still trying to figure out what was going on. "Bean, why the hell are you here?" Sean asked, taking a seat on the couch opposite of Bean. "I thought you were going out with the others or home or something."
"Nope," Bean smiled. "Came to visit my pal Astin."
"Um...yeah ok." Sean looked around. This was definitely weird. Bean had never called him his pal or whatever. Sean didn't think there was a time when they ever went anywhere.
"Ok," Bean put the book down. "Actually, I got a question." He leaned forward, forearms braced on his thighs.
"Shoot," Sean replied. For a split second he thought maybe it was a bad idea. But it was probably a question about The Book or something like that. He also decided not to think too much about it, for fear that his brain might explode and that would be kinda gross.
"So, this guy I know, Jeff. Jeff's cool. Met him while doing a movie, he was the makeup guy or whatever. Anyshit, so I get this call from Jeff a little bit ago and he gave me this problem. See Jeff's got this crush on one of the lighting guys. But Jeff thinks the lighting guy hates him. Won't talk to him, look at him, nothing. Jeff doesn't know what to do. Totally lost, hence the call," Bean said.
"So the question is what should Jeff do?" Sean asked.
"Exactly, and, personally, I don't know what to tell him. I'm thinking that maybe he should just tell the lighting guy, but if something horrible happens to him, like he gets fired or the lighting guy gets fired or something. I'd feel really bad, ya know?" Bean sighed. "So, what do you think I should tell Jeff? I told him I'd ring him today."
"Um...well," Sean took a deep breath. Was this for real? Oh great, Bean knew something and was using this Jeff story for something. Crap. "I don't know either."
"Well, what would you do in a situation like that, Astin?" Bean asked, leaning back into the couch.
"Me? Um, well, I guess I'd just talk to him. Get to know him. I mean this Jeff guy's waited this long, right? What's a few more months or whatever, ya know?" Sean answered.
Bean stood up, smiling. "Thanks Astin," Bean headed for the door. "I'll see ya 'round, eh? If not, there's always next week." Bean pushed the screen door open and took the few steps down.
"Uh, Bean?" Sean couldn't believe what he was about to do. Maybe this whole Jeff story was helping. Bean turned around, a slightly puzzled look on his face. "You wanna hang out tomorrow? That is, if you don't have something planned already. I mean, if you do, that's fine. I'm sure I can find something to do. Maybe call someone..."
"Astin?"
"Ya know, or Lij or something. Go hang out with them. I wonder what Ian's going to be doing. I could go over there. Or Viggo. No...Viggo'll probably be painting or something boring like that. There's gotta be something I can figure out here..."
"Astin!" Bean nearly screamed. Sean stopped babbling and looked down at Bean. "You, my dear Astin, are rambling at an almost incredible speed. If you wanna hang out tomorrow, that's fine. I'll come by," he smiled. "See ya, Astin."
It was the only time Sean loved hearing his last name.
Sean couldn't sleep. Of course not. Not with Bean's lovely voice flitting through his head. Sean still couldn't decide if that whole Jeff thing was on the level or not. Sean just laid in his bed, fiddling with the sheets and wondering exactly how they know how many threads there are in those bed sets. Mostly he just thought of Bean and how he'd act tomorrow. Eventually, through near hysterical thoughts about flying things and a whacked out marriage ceremony, he finally drifted off to sleep.
The loud banging on the door was really making it hard for Sean to sleep. Of course it didn't help that every time he moved, he got an eyeful of bright morning sun. God how he hated mornings. After about five minutes, it was obvious that the door-banger had no intention of just giving up, so Sean rolled out of bed, taking little care in his appearance. He figured anyone who came banging on his door at, Sean moved to squint at the clock, seven in the morning when he had the day off, deserved to see him like this. He decided the sick bastard had it coming. Sean finally stumbled to the door and threw it open.
"For Pete's sake, it's early and I could be sleeping, what the hell do you want?" Sean asked, rubbing his eyes.
"What a cheery person you are in the morning, Astin," Bean smirked. "Thank you for the lovely greeting. I come bearing breakfast," he said, lifting a medium sized pink bakery box. "Donuts," he smiled. "Can I come in now?"
"Oh, sorry," Sean stepped back and let Bean inside. "Um, sorry about that. I didn't think you'd come over until later." Sean slid behind the small table, sitting opposite of Bean.
Bean snatched at the box and made a move to leave. "Well, if you want me to come later, I can leave and all."
"No!" Sean yelled. "Um, no, that's ok. I'm up now, so yeah." Bean sat back down, sliding the box across the table to Sean. "I can make some coffee?"
"No need mate," Bean smiled. "You go get all cleaned up. I will make the coffee."
Sean moved out from his spot, looking at Bean suspiciously. "You? Are going to make something?" Bean nodded, smile still in place. "Well, I'll be damned. You're full of surprises there, Bean."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now off with you. You're starting to smell a tidge," Bean smiled, smacking Sean on the shoulder. "Really now...go."
When Sean was dressed, token pair of jeans and a blue button-up The Wife bought him awhile back, he walked out of his bedroom to find Bean sitting at the little table playing, what looked like a horribly played game of golf. "How can you suck that bad?" Sean asked, sitting opposite Bean and grabbed for the pastry box. "Yeah, it's a bitch to win, but even I don't suck that much at it." Sean smiled, big and white, and took a large bite out of the muffin.
Bean collected all the cards and frowned. It made Sean's heart sink. "Sorry Astin. We can't all be good at cards like you."
"Way to make a perfectly respectable talent sound horrible, Bean," Sean mumbled around his carrot muffin. He reached over and grabbed Bean's cup of coffee. "So, you call that Jeff guy?"
"Jeff?" Bean asked, confusion slowly fading into understanding. "Yeah. I rang him last night, after I talked to you. He said he'd give it a try. Said a few more months couldn't hurt. Said whoever I got the advice from was one smart cookie," Bean smiled and winked. Sean blushed and muttered a thank you. "So, Smart Cookie, what do ya wanna do?"
"I have absolutely no idea," Sean answered truthfully, holding back the 'whatever the hell you wanna do is just wonderful with me.' That and some other choice words and phrases would definitely blow his cover.
"Well, I know that Viggo rented a house or whatever and he said I could go over and do whatever. He's off being a mountain man with his camera and communing with nature and all that incredibly fun stuff," Bean stated. "We could go over there. Raid his cabinets and junk," he shrugged.
"Sounds great!" Sean said, setting his half-finished muffin on the table. He had a giant smile plastered on his face. He was also pretty sure that he sounded way to eager. And he called himself an actor. Shame on him.
Bean laughed. "Well, that's the plan then. Let's go," Bean nodded towards the door.
"Um, yeah ok," Sean mumbled as he quickly maneuvered himself out from behind the small table. Bean stood outside, waiting for Sean to lock up his trailer before they started over to Bean's rental car. "So, do we need to pick anything up? I mean, Viggo, he isn't exactly known to keep good things stocked. Especially when he's becoming one with nature," Sean said, bringing his hands up and shaking them.
Bean chuckled. "Don't worry 'bout it," he answered. "I knew I'd be going over there, so it's all stocked up. But I do need to make a stop," he smiled. Sean didn't really think anything of it. Thinking that maybe Bean had to go by the store for something else or maybe pick up paint for Viggo or something. He didn't know what to do when Bean pulled up to a video store.
"Bean," Sean said warily. "What the hell are we doing?"
"Ah...entertainment my dear Astin," he replied, striding towards the entrance. Sean groaned and followed him inside.
"What type of entertainment is this?" Sean asked, looking down one of the aisles. Sean looked up to find Bean holding two of Sean's films, Rudy and Encino Man. "You fucking suck, Bean!" he exclaimed.
"Oh come on," he smiled, doing The Stare again. God he hated that. "You can tell me stories! It'll be fun!"
"And you can make fun of me," Sean pointed out.
"Well, yes there's that too." Bean's smile brightened.
"Fine," Sean sighed. He grabbed Golden Eye and Don't Say A Word. "Viggo have a DVD player?"
"Hello, this is Viggo," Bean replied, already heading for the checkout. "He may be all commune with nature and talk to the animals and shit, but deprive him of his Osbournes and DVD player? You'll lose an arm." He turned to smile at Sean. Sean chuckled. It was all true.
The ride over to Viggo's house was punctuated with little conversation. Sean used the time to try to figure out if there was anything behind that wink back in his trailer or the fact that somehow Bean had known what his favorite muffin was. Sean decided, as they were pulling into the driveway, that Bean had seen him eat one nearly everyday in the food tents. It was not quite a stretch, but still....
"Alrighty, here we are," Bean announced. Sean grabbed the bag that held the movies and followed Bean into Viggo's house, knowing that that couldn't possibly had been a wink and dazzling smile from Bean. Great, now he was up to his eyeballs in this, he couldn't call it obsession, admiration seemed a safe word, admiration or whatever the hell it was, that he was imagining things. No way.