Title: Gothic Rose
Author: eenodol (lowaswan and schnuggie collectively)
Feedback: sure- eenodol@yahoo.com
Pairing: j/sb
Sequel: part one of an unknown amount
Archive: sure but only under the name eenodol
Disclaimer: boy would i love to own jason mewes. on second thought maybe
i wouldn't. the point here is i don't.

One day Jay and Bob were sitting in their apartment watching a
movie. Since Jay had hidden all of Bob's John Hughes movies they had
been forced to go rent movies. Unfortunately for Bob all the copies of
The Breakfast Club were rented out from Big Choice and being that the
duo were no longer allowed to come within 300 ft. of the RST Video Bob
had settled on renting Jawbreaker because the cover looked Hughesque.
So now Bob found himself perched upon the couch in the living room
trying to enjoy the movie over top of Jay's endless ranting.
"Yo man that Rose Mcgowen's one fine ass bitch. What i wouldn't give to
UMH her. You know tubby just UMH all night long like UMH UMH UMH. Ya
know if she had me she'd want none of that Marilyn Manson chick, she'd
be all about the Jay. You know what makes her even hotter? The fact that
she's all gothed up and shit. She's got none of those nasty white girl
tan lines, just all smooth and white, just like coke dust, all laid out
for the Jay."
Bob raised his eyebrow and glanced over at Jay before turning his
attention back to the movie.
When the movie finally ended around midnight Jay was passed out face
down in Bobs lap. Bob tried to suppress his desires in order to avoid
poking Jay's eye out as he sat and pondered what to do. Bob knew what
he had to do but was not sure how to remove Jay from his lap without
awaking the drunken angel. After a good 15 minutes of silent
contemplation, with Bob there was really no other kind, Bob realized
that he was wasting his time. When Jay was asleep Jay was fucking dead
asleep. Nothing short of ared hot poker being shoved up his ass would
awaken Jay and Bob wasn't even sure about that one. So standing up Bob
slung Jays lilth limp body over his shoulder and clumped toward the
bedroom. There he tossed Jay down on the futon, blew him a kiss and
walked out the front door.
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Bob walked down the shady alleyway and into the fluorescent glowing
avenue. He shielded his eyes from the blinding neon being emitted from
the previously abandoned warehouse. He looked up at the looming
buildings sign which now read "Sack all Day, Sack all Night: Your 24
hour source for Hacky Sack and Hacky Sack Accessories." 
*Who the hell needs a hacky sack at 2 in the morning? And what the
hell is a hacky sack accessory?* Thought Bob as he suddenly recalled an
episode of Sifl and Olly which he had seen many years ago back when Jay
had idolized Cres. "It must be the cheap leather that makes them taste
so good." murmured Bob before he continued into the darkness beyond the
neon sign now humming the Precious Roy theme song. 
Finally Bob reached his destination a small shop in an alley with a
sign which read, "Mary Jane's Last Dance: The Ultimate in Gothic Transy
Gear." 
Bob looked up and down the street before venturing into the shop. 
"Bob!" squealed a voice from behind the counter.
Bob could barely make out the shiny purple wig through the mixed
cloud of inscence, clove cig, and pot smoke. Ritchie stood behind the
counter smiling at him. Bob nodded in acknowledgement.
"Haven't seen you in a while. I can't believe you dropped out of
college for that little stoner. The dorm has felt empty without your big
gay presence."
Bob shrugged and then began to make motions with his hands trying to
get his point across. He pointed at himself, he pointed at the black
makeup. He pointed at himself and then he pointed at the poster of Rose
Mcgowen. He pointed at himself then pointed at the black leather knee
high lace up boots. He pointed at himself and then at the shiny black
spiked bondage cuffs. That was all it took and within an hour Bob was
set with a new look, on he was sure Jay would enjoy.


TBC