Title: "Dimple" Pairing: Chad Michael Murray/Jared Padalecki Rating: PG-13 Summary: Chad gets it right. Disclaimer: Fiction, folks. Notes: For The_cheat76 for this ficlet challenge. Texas in the summer makes all other heat pale in comparison, and Chad's already stripped down to his wife-beater and shorts before he even gets to Jared's parent's place. Not exactly the most dignified way to knock on the door, but Jesus, how do people even move in heat like this. He knocks sharply on the door before he can talk himself out of it, rocking back on his heels, and trying not to think too much about the fact that he's melting on the front porch. Jared jerks the door open, brows snapped together in an impressive frown. "What're you doing here?" Hardly the welcome Chad had wanted. But one he'd expected. "Came to talk," he shrugs, and tries not to stare. Jared's more tanned and muscled than when Chad had last seen him, and his hair is sun-streaked, curling wildly over his ears. His eyes are narrowed, stance combative. He looks furious as all hell, and good enough to eat. "Mind letting me in so I don't die out here." "You're not gonna die, you moron. It's not even 90 yet," Jared says, rolling his eyes, but he holds the door open. Chad brushes past him, as close as he dares, inhaling the clean scent of soap and Jared. "Missed you," he mutters. "And the Teen Queen?" Jared asks, just as quietly, not moving. Chad looks up into Jared's eyes, and takes a deep breath. Takes the chance he should have taken a long time ago. "I didn't invite her." He's afraid he's said the wrong thing, waited too long, fucked it all up (again, like he always does), but then Jared smiles, slow and wide, and Chad knows he made the right choice. Finally. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!