Title: Turn off the Light
Author: Jade
Rating: PG
Feedback/E-mail: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Pairing: J/SB
Disclaimer: Kevin owns Jay, Kevin owns Bob. In fact, I think Kevin owns me as well. So
I guess that means every thing I own belongs to Kevin
too. So that means if he *did* sue me, he'd just be
suing himself. Neato! Oh yeah, the lyrics are from the
song "Turn off the Light" by Nelly Fertado.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know
Archive: Yeah
Notes: I was listening to the song, and my muse
attacked me. I tried to make it end kinda happy, but
she ain't the happy kind of muse. I wish I knew where
my Loki Smutmuse was...
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[It�s getting so lonely inside this bed
Don�t know if I should lick my wounds or say 'woe is
me' instead
And there�s an aching inside my head
It�s telling me you're better off alone]

Bob sighed and rolled over on his side. Even with his
blanket covering him, he was still cold. It had been
another one of those days. You know the kind. The kind
where just when you think nothing else can go wrong,
the world blows up or something. Yeah. It had been
bad. It hadn't started out bad. In fact, it had
started fairly well. 

But then Jay had gotten up.

The second the blonde man had gotten out of bed, Bob
was barraged with words. Comments, opinions, insults.
Harsh insults. Worse than usual. Every word out of the
boy's mouth was an accusation. Stealing his money,
wanting his ass, and the like. And it didn't stop all
day.

Waiting for the bus. Bob was a fat assed tubby
motherfucker who didn't do shit.

At the Quickstop. Bob was a gay fuck who wanted
nothing more than have Jay go down on him and fuck him
blind.

While making a deal. Bob was a fatassed gay fuck who
took all of the money and spent it on his stupid
fucking John Hughes fetish.

Going home. Bob could wait to get in the door so he
could get inside Jay's ass.

He never. Fucking. Shut. Up.

Well.. it did stop occasionally. When Bob was forced
to words to tell Jay to shut the fuck up. It only
worked for a few seconds though. Then Jay would rip
into him about what a touchy motherfucker he was and
how Bob knew he was just playing. But even Jay's
pseudo-apologies had a harsh, bitter edge to them.

Bob growled and swung his legs over the side of the
bed. Of course. Doesn't it figure? Crappy day, thought
it was over. Nope. Can't sleep. Because of Jay. Jay
was the constant source of his problems. Well, that's
easy enough to fix. 

[They say that girl ya know she act too tough, tough,
tough
Well it�s 'til I turn off the light, turn off the
light
They say that girl you know she act so rough, rough,
rough
Well it�s 'til I turn off the light, turn off the
light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down, down,
down, down 
'Til you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it
seems]

Bob opened the door to Jay's room, ready to wake him
up and bite his head off. Literally if need be. But he
caught himself before the first word escaped his lips.
Jay was curled around one of his pillows, clutching it
tightly. The sheet was kicked down just above his
butt. The soft light from the hallway made Jay's skin
look smooth and perfect. Like porcelain. The bit of
tousled hair he could see shone like gold as it caught
the rays of light.

In sleep, Jay looked about 10 years younger. The
permanent scowl was gone. It made him look vulnerable,
and even.. maybe scared? Whatever it was, it made Jay
look beautiful. How could Bob even think about
throwing him out. They had been friends for forever
and a day. And.. well damnit, Bob loved him. A curse
and a blessing, all rolled into one handy dandy 6 foot
something or other beautiful blonde haired, brown eyed
package.

[I�m searching for things that I just cannot see
Why don�t you don�t you don�t you come and be with me
I pretend to be cool with me, want to believe
That I can do it on my own without my heart on my
sleeve]

Bob sighed softly and leaned against the doorframe.
That's why those jabs hurt so much. Because deep down
he knew they were more or less true. But until Jay
gave even the slightest glimmer of possible interest,
Bob would keep his feelings bottled up. He couldn't
risk having Jay run out on him. Leave him forever. How
would he function? Jay had been by his side day in and
day out since he was about a year old. Nope. Couldn't
have Jay leave. 

So Bob-o, you'll just have to deal with the taunts,
the insults, the accusations. Isn't that why you're
"Silent Bob" anyway? Wasn't that you're barrier
between Jay and your feelings?

Bob sighed and quietly closed the door.

Tomorrow Jay would get up again, and the insults would
begin again. Bob would go through the motions of being
"Silent Bob" again.

Just like every day.

Every. Fucking. Day.

[Where is your logic
(Turn off the light, turn off the light)
Who do you need
(Turn off the light, turn off the light)
Where can you turn
(Turn off the light, turn off the light)]
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