Title: Florence
Author: Jade 
Pairing: Jay/Florence (OC), J/SB 
Rating: Hmm.. this part... PG-13 for Bob and Flo
cussing and shit like that there
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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"I told you so."

"Shut up." I growled into the phone.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling? But no. You just
had to butt in where you didn't belong. I warned you.
You fucked this up."

"The fuck I didn't belong you tubby bastard!"

"What, did you call for sympathy? You expect me to say
'Gosh, I'm sorry you're not fucking my ex anymore when
I still miss him like a fallen angel misses God, or
something? If so, you called the wrong number."

"Fuck you."

I was sitting in my hotel room on the phone with Bob.
I would have been more articulate, but I'd just about
cleared out the contents of the mini-bar. I didn't
even notice the strange comparison. I just needed to
talk to someone. And for some reason, I picked Bob.

"So.. why did you call?"

".. I don't know."

"Am I supposed to jump for joy because Jay's free?"

".. maybe."

"Well I'm not. Because it means he hurts. And even
though I haven't seen or heard from him in over a
year, knowing he hurts, hurts me."

"Well then get the fuck out here and make him stop
hurting."

He snorted. "Right."

"Seriously. He misses you. I was just a replacement.
I've seen pictures Bob. It's like a mirror."

"...And even if I was considering coming out there..
how do you presume I make the trip?"

"Fuck if I know. Plane, train, bus, hitchhike. Just do
it. Save some other fat, brown-haired, brown-eyed
chick the trouble."

I swear, I could hear Bob cock an eyebrow over the
phone.

"I'm going now, as I feel another bout of crying
coming on, and I'd rather you not hear it. Goodnight
Bob."

"'night."

I hung up, then promptly flopped over the bed and
began crying into the still damp pillow. I'd been
crying all day. Damnit. My eyes hurt. I'm tired of
crying.

Imagine how Jay and Bob must feel.