Title: Stronger than Love
Author: Kimmy*
Feedback/E-mail: mikeyntazzgirl13@yahoo.com 
Summary/Pairing: Uh...none, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this...Kevin Smith,
Miramax, other various godlike entities own all
rights. As an interesting side note, Kevin Smith also
has my soul. *smile*
Spoilers: (If applicable) Nothing really, slightly
deals w/ events in Chasing Amy
Distribution: Ask me first if you wanna.
Archive: Go ahead. *smile* However...mention it to
me beforehand, please.
Author's Note: Well...gee, this amazes me, writing
out this header. I've watched all of 3 Askewniverse
movies, read 1,000,000's of fab stories, and while in
other fandoms this is enough for me, I got hit with
this idea out of nowhere. First ever fic with these
two...feedback, well I adore it. Although I'm already
really proud of this one, which surprises me to no
end. Anyways, enough with my rambling...on with the
story!
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"Chasing Amy...that story's the biggest bunch of
bullshit I've ever heard in my life, Lunchbox. You
never chased anything or anyone in your fuckin life,"

Silent Bob walked on, ignoring his loudmouthed
companion.

"Girls fallin at your fuckin feet everyfuckinplace we
go...for some dumbass reason the bitches like you. I
can't see why the fuck for...your silent coat-wearing
Jedi shit..."

"As if that's what I'm looking for in the first
place.." Bob muttered to himself. Jay was really
fucking pushing it today.

In an unprecedently Jay-like move, he had shut up long
enough to pick up on something he didn't need to hear.

"What was that, Lunchbox?"

"Just shut up, Jay,"

"Fuck that, Lunchbox. So, that's not what you're
looking for? You're about the cock, is that it?"

Bob was fucking sick of Jay's shit. He grabbed the
front of Jay's shirt and slammed Jay against the
nearest wall. "Goddamn it, Jay, I said shut the fuck
up. If you don't know what I want, then you're never
gonna know, and you don't have any fucking business
knowing. Do you want to know what I want, Jay? Do
you really want to know? Well, you loudmouthed little
bitch, I'll tell you what I want. I want-"

"Don't fucking say it, Lunchbox. Fucking forget I
asked. Just don't fucking say it."

Seemed Bob had at least found a way to shut off the
neverending spout of words that poured out of Jay at
every waking second. At what cost? The thing was he
was pretty sure he already knew. 
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The trip back to their apartment was more silent than
it had ever been. Jay's seeming ability to go on
about any and every subject at length until Bob's head
nearly exploded from all the meaningless words had
been, at least temporarily curtailed. It seemed that
the truth was the only thing that Jay couldn't even
begin to handle.

Bob, for his part, was his usual self from any
observer's viewpoint. It was what was going on behind
those brown eyes and that face that said so much
without the aid of words that was so new. His
feelings for the beautiful blonde boy who he spent so
much of his life with, bared to the one who was never
supposed to know. The reaction was the scariest part.
None of the taunting and crudeness that was
synonymous with Jay's brash demeanor. Only those
words: "Just don't fucking say it." It was high on
the list of things he never expected were Jay to ever
find out. It almost sounded as though Jay were scared
to be forced to think about it. Like if he really
thought about it, he would discover something he'd
never dreamed was there in himself...This was way too
much like hoping, and Bob knew better than to hope. 
Disappointment was all that hope had ever yielded.
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The next few weeks saw the situation grow more odd,
with no hope for a resolution. Though they maintained
residence in the same home, Jay and Bob never saw each
other, save a flash in the corner of their eye
occasionally. One day, Jay walked into the apartment
after an absolutely shitty day of trying to maintain
some cash flow. The buyers didn't seem to come, and
anyone who did seemed too much of a threat to deal
with without his backup...the one thing he'd at least
come close to getting right, and it looked like he had
totally fucked it up.

Jay approached the fridge to check for a possible beer
or two left in the 6 pack...more would be better,
stronger shit would be better than that...but whatever
he could get at this point. He reached for the handle
and noticed a ripped off portion of a piece of lined
paper with a scribbled message on it. He removed the
magnet holding it onto the fridge and read the
obviously hastily scrawled words: 

"I'm leaving. Don't expect me back. You can have the
apartment and anything in it. See how easy it is to
make rent without me to back you up. Maybe one day
you'll be telling a story to some hopeless fuck the
way I did. Good luck on growing up a little, maybe
there's still a chance for happiness for you, even
without me. Guess that proves it, I love you in spite
of it all.

Bob"

A solitary tear rolled down Jay's cheek, falling with
a small drip on the paper he was reading over and over
again. Fear was the only thing stronger than love.
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*End*