Title: Florence
Author: Jade 
Pairing: Jay/Florence (OC), J/SB
Rating: This part.. eh.. PG-13 for cussing and
whatnnot.
Archive: Yep. 
Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing.. except Florence. She's
mine. Kevin owns everything else.
Notes: I think I'll blame Smashmouth for this one.
Damn them.
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After that short, cryptic conversation with Bob, I
spend the next week trying to get something out of
Jay. I don't know why it bothered me so much. I
shouldn't have bothered me. Shit happens between
people all the time.

I asked him a few times what went down with Bob, but
all he'd say was,

"He just started being a real bitch, ya know? And why
do you care anyway? Not like he's my boyfriend or
nuthin."

Then he'd get up and storm off to the bedroom. And I
swear I'd hear him crying. The one time a tried to go
in and comfort him, he just yelled at me and shoved me
out of the room, then locked the door. Not all night
or anything, just a for a few hours.

One night we actually got into a screaming match about
it. Well.. Jay was screaming. I've never seen him that
upset. You don't get that upset over nothing.
Something went down. I had to find out what. If I can
figure it out, maybe things can get patched up and
he'll stop saying Bob. The man's a good lay and shit,
but it's a slight blow to the ego, you know?

So when he left the next morning for "work," I jumped
on the phone. Same drill as last time.

One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Answering machine.

"Bob, it's Florence. Pick up. Please?"

Click.

"I thought I told you not to call."

"What happened?"

"...what?"

"Between you and Jay. I know something happened. He
won't tell me."

"Good. It's none of your fucking business anyway."

"It is when the fucker starts screaming and crying
when I ask about you."

".. he cries?"

"Yeah."

"Shit. Fine." He sighed. "You smoke?"

"Uh huh."

"Might want a pack handy. It's a long story."