Title: Grand-fucking-Canyon
Author: Nikki James
Rating: R fer language.
Pairing: J/SB
Archive: Don't see why anyone would, but sure...
Feedback: o6evilgoddesso9@aol.com OR bleedingxsoul@aol.com
Disclaimers: I don't own anything, much less these two guys. They are Kevin 
Smith's.
Notes: This story takes place in between Chasing Amy + Dogma. Erm... I hope 
no one's thought of this... if you have, well, let me know so I won't look 
like a complete fool. I guess this is kinda serious, but not really. Make 
what you will of it. ::grin::

Grand-fucking-Canyon

Jay and Silent Bob sat in the bus station awaiting their ride to Chicago. 
Bob had been staring into nothing, quietly smoking his cig and effectively 
ignoring Jay's fidgeting. One more drag and-

"So you gonna tell me or do I gotta force it outta ya?" Jay suddenly 
exclaimed, catching Bob off guard. He stared at Jay quizzically.

"Back there, with Holden. You said I didn't know anything about you. If you 
fuckin' talked more'n ya do maybe I would. But fuck all that. I wanna know 
what yous ain't tellin' me." Jay rambled in only the way he could, his leg 
bouncing up and down waiting for an answer. Bob exhaled smoke.

"Whatta you wanna know?" he said coolly.

"Well, fer one, that fuckin' dancer shit. How'd a tubby bitch like you ever 
think he could be a dancer?" he laughed. Bob rolled his eyes.

"Think back about ten years. Remember those few months I had gotten even 
thinner than you?" 

Jay nodded.

"I was taking dancing lessons then. Right after we graduated, I enrolled in 
the very first class, since I figured that's what I'd be doing for the rest 
of my life." Bob said. Jay was taken aback.

"Shit." he whispered. He quickly got back into Jay mode. "I thought you'd 
gone all anorexic 'n shit cause you finally realized what a lardass you 
were." he laughed again. Bob took a drag from his cig.

"I did."

Jay's head shot up. He stared at Bob in disbelief. "Fuck... I'm sorry man, 
i was only jokin'..." he trailed off. Bob exhaled another stream of smoke 
and shrugged.

"Didn't eat for months. I forget why I started again." Bob said, staring 
into the distance.

"I remember why. It was cause of me. I wound up fuckin' protectin' you, and 
you didn't like it. Always gotta be in control. You shoulda been a fuckin' 
dominatrix." Jay's mind wandered. Bob hadn't really heard him past the 
second sentence.

"-So, why'd you *stop* eating? I thought stuffin' yer face was like one a 
your favorite things." Jay said after much unheard rambling about leather 
whips and cock rings.

"They told me I was too fat, basically. I had to be under 130 for my height 
class. By the time I was, I was too weak to dance anymore. So I gave up my 
dream. Doesn't really matter anyway." Bob said.

"Fuck that! It does too matter. You really think this was the life I had 
planned out?" Jay said. Bob looked at him and shrugged. *Well?*

"I useta like writin'. Don't do it no more, for obvious reasons." he said 
quietly. Bob huffed a laugh.

"You? Write what? The word 'BITCH' on a fogged window?" he laughed. Jay 
just sneered at him.

"No! Like, stories 'n shit. Not that I coulda turned any of 'em in for 
English class. Too many fuckin' swear words. But I wanted to write. Last 
thing I thought it I'd end up selling drugs. I had it all planned out." Jay 
said. Bob nodded, pulling out another cigarette.

"I was gonna write a story for the school paper, win an award, catch the 
attention of some publishing company who saw potential in me, get a deal, 
have the #1 best selling book in America, then you 'n me could get a big ole 
house with big rooms, then I'd win the Pulitzer prize, and the plaque would 
say "Jay" in big gold letters, and I'd put it on my shelf with my bongs and 
pipes so our grandkids could look at it and know I did something with my 
life."

Bob was shocked. Jay was really serious. He really wanted to be a wri- 
wait...

"You wanted me to still live with you?" Bob inquired.

"Shit yeah. Why the fuck not?" he said matter of factly.

Bob shrugged again. "Thought I was part of this life you're ashamed of."

"Who said I was ashamed? I only said this wasn't what I wanted... at first. 
'Slong as you're here, it's okay." Jay smiled and slapped Bob on the back.

Bob contemplated for a few minutes. Jay silently joined him. They sat 
together in silence until they heard their bus number. They made their way 
to the bus, up the stairs, and to their seats in the back. Then Bob's mind 
started going again.

*Our grandkids?!*

END