Title: Created by the Fine People at Mead
Author: Kimmy*
Feedback/E-mail: babykittykimmy13@yahoo.com 
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this...Kevin
Smith, Miramax, other various godlike entities
own all rights. As an interesting side note,
Kevin Smith also has my soul. *smile*
Distribution: Ask me first if you wanna.
Archive: Go ahead. *smile* However...mention it
to me beforehand, please.
Author's Note: I LIVE! More importantly: I
WRITE! *giggle*

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Me and Bob met when we were real young. Like so
young that even a kid like me still believed that
everybody I met was a friend. I was two, and I
couldn't speak well, not that I can now, but I
knew enough to go "hey" when I saw him. He
didn't say anything, but I kept talking because
even when I didn't know a lot of words, I
couldn't shut up. I could tell he was listening
anyway. He was the same as now, whether you
believe that or not. All those weird eyebrow
tricks and shit to let you know he hears you.

We became friends pretty quick, and after a while
he actually started talking to me. It's kinda
scary how long it took... Anyhow, when we were
growing up, we got weird looks, this skinny-assed
loud-mouthed long haired kid and his slightly
chunky and mostly silent dark haired friend. But
hey, nobody started shit with me; they knew Bob
would kick their ass. If they did start shit
they only did it once. Bob teaches quick
lessons.

Bob has always been the only real friend I got. 
When I was around thirteen and started letting my
dick do *all* my thinking, it started making me
think of Bob in ways that kinda made my head
hurt. But it did that with a lot of people, so I
didn't think much of it. Couple years later I
started thinking those thoughts again and they
didn't bug me anymore. It was just like, all of
a sudden, "Hey, I love Bob." It wasn't a big
deal to think that to myself, but it still took a
while to tell him so. I mean, I could yell
anything at random sluts, but telling my best
friend that I loved him was different. It was
actually important. Who knew what could have
happened? He could have had a bad reaction and
then I'd be alone, probably forever. So it was
just months of "Uh, Bob, I got something to tell
you..." and making up something stupid because I
couldn't get the words I needed to come out. 
Finally, when I didn't even expect it, I kinda
just came right out with it. One second I'm
sitting with my back against my wall babbling
about some random shit, and the next I'm just
like "BobIthinkIloveyou." I snapped my head back
so hard against that wall when I realized what
I'd just said.

I looked over at Bob. His only reaction so far
was his eyebrows going up higher than they ever
had. He didn't seem mad, but he didn't seem much
else either. All of a sudden I was rocking back
and forth going
"I'msorrysorrysorryshitI'msosorryBob..." After a
second or two of that, I felt Bob's arms closing
around me, then his voice, real quiet..."Jay,
stop...it's okay." I tried to stop and ended up
sitting there shaking. Bob's arms grew tighter
around me and he talked again. "Jay. Jay, just
calm down. It's really okay." I still didn't
believe it until his lips touched mine, just for
a second. "Jay, I love you too."

After that I felt kinda like I had stopped
breathing after I told him, but I could breath
now. 

"You really love me, Bob?"

"Yes."

"You swear you didn't just say that so I'd stop
freakin out?"

"Jay, I swear."

"Well, how long?"

"Three months, at least."

Same as me. "Well shit. Me too, but why didn't
you say something?"

"Jay, I knew you for a month before I said a word
to you. I wouldn't hold my breath for me to talk
first, ever, even about something this
important."

"Were you scared?"

"Terrified."

"Couldn't have been as bad as me... I thought for
sure you'd figure it out, I kept trying to say it
and gettin scared."

"Well are you scared now?" After that he kissed
me again, and this time it was for a lot longer
than a second.

"Not even a little."

Since then, we've been together. It didn't take
too long for the first problem to come up. I
thought my mom didn't care what I did as long as
I never bugged her about being gone for days at a
time, but I guess walking in on me on top of Bob
with my tongue down his throat was too much to
ignore. She told me to get the fuck out. I
wasn't exactly broke up about it, but I was
scared. What's a sixteen year old supposed to do
when he's kicked out of his house? Shoulda
figured Bob would fix everything again. I dunno
how in the hell he convinced his family to let a
loud-mouthed sixteen year old kid move into their
house, much less sleep in his bedroom, but he
did. Best part of that, 'sides of course the
roof over my head, was the lock on Bob's door. 
His folks had a thing for privacy, so there was
no chance of a replay of last time. We took
advantage of that privacy as many times a day as
we could, and it didn't take long for things that
have gotta be illegal in this state to start
happening. Time was passing by pretty quick, and
Bob graduated. He started working, and we ended
up finding a place that was just big enough for
us to fit most of our shit in and still be able
to move around in. It was better than nothing,
even better than staying at his family's house
because it was just us. We stayed there long
enough for me to graduate (Bob convinced me to
keep going to school, I dunno why I even
bothered), and after that, we figured out a way
to make a lot more money. Everybody knows what
*that* was...

People who find out that Bob and me are together
usually have one question right off--what's with
offering my dick to anything that walks by in a
skirt? That's easy. I've always known how
people expect me to act. So that's what I do. I
wouldn't touch anyone but Bob. He's never left
me or let me down the whole time I've known him,
why should I?

Even somebody like me knows when he's got
somethin good goin on. And there ain't nothin
better than true love.

Jay closed the notebook he had been writing in
and stuck his chewed-up stub of a pencil in the
wire binding. Just as he was placing the
notebook in a dresser drawer under all his
clothes, Bob walked up behind him.

"What's that?"

"Not much."

"What kind of answer is that?"

"Okay...it's your everyday black seventy-sheet
notebook, created by the fine people at Mead. Is
that descriptive enough for ya, Lunchbox?" Jay
said with a sarcastic grin.

"I'm a lot bigger than you, you know."

"Like you'd do a thing to me...you love this hot
body way too much to damage it."

"Jay, you flatter yourself. *Way* too much. Do
I have to grab the notebook and find out myself?"

"If you *have* to know, I wrote something."

"You know how to write?" Bob said jokingly.

Jay punched Bob lightly on the shoulder. "Yeah,
bitch, I know how to write. Now I'm not gonna
tell you what I was writing."

"Fine by me..."

"Liar."

"You're just begging to tell me, aren't you?"

Jay grabbed the notebook out of the drawer. "Why
tell ya when you can just read it?"

"If you say so..." Bob said as he took the
notebook from Jay. He flipped through the pages
quickly. "There's a lot in here, how can I tell
what you just wrote?"

Jay shrugged. "Why not look at all of it, then?"
Jay was a little scared to show Bob everything
that was in there, but he had wanted to know what
Bob would think about it for a while. This was a
good chance. "Go 'head, read it, I'll be in the
living room."

"Alright..." Bob sat down on the bed and opened
the notebook as Jay shut the door behind him.

About 45 minutes later, Bob walked into the
living room, handed Jay his notebook, and sat
down beside him on the couch.

"So?" Jay asked. You could hear how nervous and
hopeful he was.

"Jay..." Bob paused, deciding exactly what he
wanted to say. "Jay, those were great, all of
them. Really great. Sorry I teased you about
writing before..."

"You really think so? Naw, that's okay, it's not
something I tell just anybody about, yanno?"

"Yes, Jay, I really think so."

"Thanks, yanno I couldn't write a thing without
you...guess you're my muse or something."

"That's probably the best compliment I've gotten
in a while," Bob said before leaning over and
kissing Jay. After the kiss ended, Jay spoke.

"A muse, who's an awesome kisser, who loves
me...what more does a guy need?"

***

This is the end, nothing more to see here. Go me!