Title: My Only Everything
Author: Kelandris the Mad 
Fandom: View Askewniverse, general 
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob (smarm)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: New 
Archive: You must send an email to me and let me know where you 
intend to archive. Private archiving allowed as long as you don't 
intend to publish. Behave. 
Email address for feedback: kel@crazysheep.net
Series/Sequel: Original one-shot, most likely
Disclaimers: All characters belong to Kevin Smith and the View 
Askewniverse. If I really get into this, I probably will too. Or at 
least go into hock when I walk into a video store, go into rut, and 
buy all the DVDs at once. 
Notes: Ah, waiting for a movie and got down, thought I'd take it out 
on the boys.
Summary: Jay finds a poem. (Yes, the poem's mine. Diabetics beware.)

"My Only Everything" 
by Kelandris 

The young man walked into the room, his long blond hair curling down 
his back, pulling off a black knit cap as he did so. Kicking the 
door closed, he tossed the cap and his coat on the floor and walked 
into the kitchen, peering inside the humming recesses, finally 
grabbing a beer and making his way back to the couch. He tapped out 
a cigarette from the pack of smokes he'd bought, tossing the rest of 
the pack on the cluttered coffee table. He looked over, smiling a 
little as he took in the figure on the couch.

The man on the couch, still wearing a black leather trenchcoat, was 
fast asleep, his lips under the fringe of dark beard and mustache 
moving with his breath. The backwards cap he generally wore was 
hanging by the strap from the corner of the coffee table, leaving his 
dark brown hair to fall across his face, obscuring one closed eye 
entirely. An open book was tented on his chest, a sheet of paper 
underneath it.

Curious, the blond man reached for the paper, sliding it out 
carefully and unfolding it. He read the words written there slowly, 
his lips moving, his brow furrowing with the effort of puzzling out 
each phrase correctly.

"every day I see you
every day I think of you
you are the sun I track across the sky
and my world is empty without you
I count the twelve hours of the night
waiting for your return
and only in my daylight hours
when I see you
can I truly live

"everything would wither without you
all the stars would fall
all life would end without you
but I am mute, I cannot speak
to tell you 
tell you, you are the only light I see
the only reason for my breathing
my only everything
for which the rest would mean nothing"

Holding the poem, the young man stepped close, jostling the sleeping 
man on the couch. The dark-haired man jerked awake, blinking, and 
the blond waved the poem in front of his face, snatching it back as 
he reached to grab for it.

"Fuck, Silent Bob, you sure read some stupid shit. Get your fat ass 
off that couch, we gotta party to go to."

Blinking, Silent Bob rubbed his eyes and sat up. His eyes tracked 
the blond as he casually crumpled up the poem he held, tossing it 
towards the back of the apartment.

Bob frowned. "Jay, that was--"

The blond interrupted. "That was holding us up, Lunchbox. Come on 
now, bust a move, we gotta go! We gonna miss the fucking bus and 
then where the fuck'll we find buyers for all this fancy shit you 
talked me into?"

Bob looked at him warningly, shaking his head.

"Oh-KAY, tubs, okay, all that shit *I* talked us into, you all happy 
now? Come on, we're leaving."

Bob, still sleepy, ambled into the bathroom. Jay quickly stepped to 
the poem on the ground, ducking into his room for a moment. He 
unfolded it carefully, grabbing a thumbtack and tacking it to the 
wall where he could see it. He leaned close, reading it again, 
turning only when Bob tapped impatiently on his door.

Quickly he turned the lights out, opening the door so quickly Bob 
almost fell into his room. He pushed him back, pushing past him and 
grabbing the knit cap and his jacket from the floor.

"Fuck, dude, you wanna get in my room so badly, go already, I ain't 
stopping you! I don't want no jizzed-up sheets, though, I don't care 
how much you dream of me. Noonch." Waggling his hips and sneering, 
he sauntered to the door, Bob slowly following.

And all the while Jay's head was ringing as three words filled his 
mind: "My only everything." It was all he heard on the way to the 
party, and no amount of empty words he threw at Bob chased those 
three Bob had written away.

Poetry and shit. Man, that was all he needed.

END
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