Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 19:30:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Garcia <synful_romance@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: The Gyllenhaal Encounter - Part One

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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I should probably explain a little about myself. My names Christian. I'm
19 years old and just moved to Los Angeles where I managed to get a job
as a waiter in a swanky, outdoor restaurant. It seemed to be a popular
with celebrities. My friend, Ashley, who also works at the restaurant,
gets star struck very easily and when ever she comes back to the back
room with a shocked look on her face, I know someone famous just stopped
by for a bite. I, on the other hand, am not so easily impressed. I don't
really fall for the who "Hollywood" scene. Yeah, I like movies just
like everyone else but I go for the more Independent films and not these
big budget movies. Plus, from the short time that I have been here, I've
waited on some big names and they've always turned out to be assholes.
Here's how everything went down.

"God damn it!" I yelled out at myself after burning my finger on a hot
plate.
"Hey, Christian! Better get those damn plates out before they get
cold!" My boss, Mr. Shingle called to me. Pointing his thick index
finger at the hot plate that had just burned my skin.
"Yes, Mr. Shingle. I'm taking them now." I placed a small towel from
my waist apron pockets under the hot plate and picked it up. After
placing it on a round tray, I walked out from the kitchen and into the
dining area. I came to the table of a man and woman.
"Finally!" The man said in a irritated tone of voice. "We've been
sitting here, waiting for hours."
"I doubt it." I thought. "I'm deeply sorry sir. That's my fault."
"You got that right." The man replied. His tone lowered. I gave them
their plates and returned to the kitchen. "Asshole." I whispered to
myself as I walked away. Luckily he didn't hear me.
Ashley was seated at the small table used during our lunch break. She was
playing solitaire with a old deck of cards. Her hand holding a card and
scanning it over the others.
"Hey." I said taking a seat. "No customers?"
"Nope." She said, never taking her eyes away from the cards. "You?"
"Yeah." I sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, the guy at the table I was waiting on was a total deutch. I'm
over this."
"Aw, I'm sorry babe."
I love Ashley. Usually when people call me "babe" or "honey" I feel
uncomfortable but not when Ashley says it. She could call me a cum bag
and I'd still love her with the same amount of love.
"Yeah, me too. Hey, what time are you getting off today?" I asked.
"Um, at 7:30 why?"
"Well I don't know. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight."
"Again?" She asked. "We were just out last night."
"I know but I have nothing else to do besides feed Sargent."
Sargents my cocker spaniel. He's adorable.
"I'm sorry, babe but I can't." Ashley replied.
"Christian! Where the hell are you? We got new arrivals!" Mr. Shingle
called out.
"Fuck." I whispered. "Be right back." I got up and left Ashley to her
card game.
I picked up to menus and placed them under my arm then walked outside to
the front booth.
"Hello, how may I help you?" I asked the man and his friend who were
waiting.
"Hi, we have reservations for two under Michael Howard." The man with
the thick sunglasses said. I scanned through the reservation book and
found them. Howard, party of two.
"This way, sir." I looked behind the man who I thought to be Michael
and noticed his friend facing towards me. He was also wearing dark
sunglasses. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or the people behind
me. I led the two to an empty table right outside on the front patio and
place a menu in front of the chairs. Michael and his friend sat down and
looked through the menu.
"Can I start you off with something to drink?" I asked and got my order
pad and pencil ready.
"Um, ill take a coke." Michael said.
"Okay." I wrote down his order. "And you sir?" I asked the man with
the sunglasses.
"You can call me Jake." He looked up and smiled then took the
sunglasses of. I was taken back by his insanely blue eyes. They were big
and hypnotic. I could stare at them for ages.
"Okay, Mr. Jake." I mumbled.
"No, just Jake." Jake smiled.
"Sorry^Å Jake. What will you have?"
"Can I just get a mineral water?"
"Sure. Ill be right back to take your order."
"Thank you." They said in unison.
I walked away and heard them begin to talk behind me.
After reaching the counter and giving the order sheet to one of the other
waiters, I called Ashley over.
"Ashley, Ashley come here." I whispered. Ashley came over and stood
before me.
"What is it?"
"Look at that guy over there." I nodded at the table where Jake and
Michael were seated.
"Who? Where?"
"Over there. The guy with the blue jacket." I said.
"Oh yeah, what about him?" She asked.
"Does he look familiar?"
"No, should he?"
"I don't know. I have a feeling that I've seen him somewhere." Just
then Jake turned and Ashley got a good look at his face.
"OH MY GOD!" She squealed. "That's Jake Gyllenhaal!"
"Who?"
"Jake GYLLENHAAL! The actor!"
"Oh, yeah. Now I remember him." I said.
"He is so hot. God, I could just eat him whole." Ashley resembled a
lion looking at her latest kill.
"Too bad I'm waiting on him."
"WHAT!? No, please. Let me go. Come on!"
I burst into laughter and took the cup of soda and glass bottled of water
that were handed to me.
"Gotta go." I said, teasing Ashley.
"No, Chris. Come on."
"Why do you want to? He's probably I jerk like the rest of them."
"I don't care!"
"You get him next time." I took the drinks out to the waiting men.
"Here's one coke and one mineral water. Are you ready with your
choice?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna have the white pasta with chicken."
"Good choice. And you Si^Å I mean Jake." I smiled.
"I'll just take a green spinach salad, thanks."
"Okay, ill be right back with your orders."

After getting their food and them asking for the check, I returned to
clean the table they had been seated at. I had Ashley come with me to
help with the cleaning. I picked up the small leather book with the check
and money. Under it was ten dollars left for tips.
"Check it out, ten bucks." I said.
"Maybe its Jakes money. Can I hold it?" Ashley asked. I only laughed at
the comment.
We were done cleaning up when Ashley went and took the plates away. I
picked up a napkin from the table and saw something underneath. It was a
cell phone. One of those sidekick models. I looked around for Jake and
Michael  but they were nowhere to be seen so I slipped the phone into my
front pocket and walked inside to kitchen.
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If you like this story so far, email me at synful_romance@sbcglobal.net
to let me know what you think or if you have any suggestions. If i get a
lot of people who like this then maybe ill start a msn community for you
guys to join and talk about Jake or this story. Thanks for taking time to
read my fan-fiction!
-Chris