Title: Hit or Miss Author: Sever Feedback: BioSkwirl@aol.com Archive: ok but I know you won't want it Rating: I don't think it will go past R if it does I'll change this Diclaimer: I own nothing really this is just for fun Notes: The "everyone probably writes one first time story" ****************************************************************************** ****** "Yo, Lunch box, let's go already." Bob shook his head staring stubbornly at the tv, which didn't accomplish much seeing as it wasn't even turned on. This was not going on anymore he was not going to spend one more day standing in front of the Quickstop listening to Jay rant and rave, if he did he knew he'd lose his sanity. "What do you think you're doing, bitch. We've got business to be taken care of." Bob just crossed his arms and glared, resisting the urge to look for the remote again, if he looked a fourth time and couldn't find it he might scream. That would definately not fall into the category of looking good. If Jay would just leave maybe he could sort this out, call someone, do something.... "Fine, ya fucking faggot, if you're gonna be this way forget you. I don't need this bullshit!." Jay stormed out of the small apartment and Bob sagged with relief on the badly worn couch. After a good twenty minutes of staring at the phone the dark haired man decided there was definately no one he could call. Well, there was that Hooper guy but he barely knew him, and definately didn't have his phone number. Besides that wasn't really the problem, it wasn't. Jay was just driving him crazy. Day after day, week after week, month after month, hell their whole damn lives, just listening to him babble. Was there ever a coherent thought in that boy's head? Of course there was, Bob's mind instantly defended Jay, he just wasn't good at expresing them. Yea right, he argued with himself, the day the little loudmouth said something truely intelligent was the day Bob would see a meteor in the sky flying rapidly towards their pathetic city. Ok, ok, he tried to rationalize. Jay is not stupid just annoying, and special. Wait where did that come from? Special like different, strange, not special special, yea that's all I meant. Bob glanced at the clock, it hadn't even been two minutes. He sighed loudly and hoisted himself tiredly off the old couch glacing down at it with an almost affectionate smile. The poor thing had definately passed it's prime, beaten down by movie marathons, too many drug induced naps, and long nights just being near each other. Shaking his head yet again Bob demanded himself just to snap out of it, this was crazy! He wandered slowly into the kitchen brushing aside the mountain of fast food pakages and pulling the cupboard door open retrieving the cleanest looking, least cracked glass. They really needed to get some new stuff. Pouring the water he looked out the small window above the sink, it was a gray day, definately going to rain. Hopefully Jay would be smart enough to go in somewhere this time, not that he'd mind taking care of him again. An unbidden smile slowly broke across his face. Jay had definately been a pain in the ass with that cold last month, but the sweet smile as he'd been dozing off and the murmered, stuffy nosed, 'thanks Bob.' had made it all beyond worth while. That's it, it's final, I'm moving out. With that thought firm in his mind, Bob went to start packing. It's wasn't even two hours later that everything the man owned was in bags. Garbage bags, he sighed, we don't even have boxes. If I can't afford a box living with someone, what am I going to do alone? Calm down, Bob reprimanded himself, you are an inteligent motivated man, finding work will be easy. Yea fucking right. Outside the Quickstop it was starting to drizzle and Jay bounced on his feet wondering where the hell Silent Bob could be. "Damn it, mother fucker! What's keeping you?" He shouted at thin air. His friend had sure been acting weird lately, even been sleeping in, but to not show at all? That was too much. Jay wandered into the convienence store, looking to all the world totally uncaring, and picked up a few candy bars and shoving them into his pocket, but then he wandered up to the counter. Dante sighed tiredly at the blond. "You gonna pay for those?" Unnervingly the normally dizzying man didn't say a word. "Hey, what are you on today? I said are you going to pay??" "Oh... yea." was all the response he got as Jay pulled the candy and money from his pocket. Dante's jaw dropped. "You are? Are you feeling ok?" "Shit, Bitch, why don't you shut the fuck up, ok?" Jay quieted and glanced around the store making sure it really was empty. "Look I got a problem and... and maybe you could give me advice or something." The clerk was truely stunned. Jay, know it all and don't give a fuck about any of it Jay, was asking for his help. He wasn't even sure how to react or if he wanted to be a part of whatever this problem might be. Jay took his quiet as a yes and dove into it. "There's something wrong with Bob I mean he's not sick or nothing I don't think but he's not ok and he won't talk to me about it don't look at me like that the fat bitch talks I just he's getting to me I think it's something I did but I don't know what and I don't want him mad at me I can't have him mad at me and I just don't know what I'm going to do." It took Dante a moment to comprehend what had come out as a very long and jumbled sentance. "Well," he paused. "what's he been doing?" "Nothing man, just nothing." "But you guys never do anything." "Not like that, he's like.. ignoring me." "What do you mean ignoring you?" "Fuck, ignoring me you stupid shit, forget it." Jay yanked his change and candy off the counter and turned to leave. "No, wait, listen, just be a little more.. descriptive ok? Come on, I swear it won't hurt." Jay stood with his back to the store clerk for a long time, silent, letting a customer come in, stare at him, and go. He finally turned, tears in his blue eyes. "He's started acting like he hates me, ya know, like you guys do." "Jay I..." This was not what he was expecting. "I don't.. hate you.. persay.. I just don't really.. like you is all. But Bob's your friend, everyone knows that." "I don't think he does, not anymore." Jay shook his head. "Nevermind I've got to get home anyway, before it really rains." He left, Dante staring open mouthed after him. Randall wandered in, he'd been waiting outside for once not interrupting. "What was that?" Dante shrugged. "Trouble in paradice I guess." "I knew it." "You knew what.' "That they had a thing." "They don't have a thing." "You just said.." "I didn't mean that." Dante looked at his friend "You're sick." Back at the apartment Jay lingered in the hall trying to decide just what he was going to say he finally gave up and just burst in. "Look ya fat bastard, I ain't putting up with this shit no more! Now you sit your ass down and tell me that the hell..." Jay trailed off as he realized he was alone. "Bob?" that single word came out so forlornly he almost started to cry right then and there. "He just went for smokes, no big deal, does it all the time. Yea I'll just sit and wait." Jay was satisfied with his logic and collapsed on the couch only to realize he had no remote. The search would take hours, afterall, who would look on top of the tv for the tv remote. As Jay sat again he started to realize that Bob might not be coming back, his often fragile mind could no longer deny the lack of Bob's things. Just as he thought he might break something the phone rang. "Jay, I think I might have something of yours." There was an insistant knocking on Brodie's door which was growing quite aggravating. "Mom!" he shreiked. "There's someone at... you aren't home. Nevermind, I'll get it." Brodie was starting to think he spent too much time alone. He yanked open the door to one of the last things he expected, next to a giant purple striped mouse, a sad looking Silent Bob surounded by trash bags. "So what you're trying to tell me, is that you can't take Jay's abuse anymore." Brodie was really getting tired. Bob just shrugged, I guess that's what I'm trying to tell you. "Oh come on, I am the last person to judge so just spit it out cause I am not a mind reader and this has been going on for almost five hours." "I love him." "Oh." "Yea, that's what I thought you'd say." "No that's ok, I don't mind. I mean I'm straight, straightest guy you'll ever meet, one hundred percent, but I don't mind.. Did you tell him. "Of course not." "Well, why? Are you scared he'd kick you out or something." "No, he'd never do that. But the feeling is definately not mutual and I'd never hear the end of it. Can you imagine." "Ok, good point, tell him anyway." Bob, not surprisingly, was silent and Brodie picked up the phone.