Title: Yellow
Author: Jade
Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Pairing: Silent Bob/Jay
Rating: Let's give this a PG-13 for language
Archive: If you really need this, just ask :)
Disclaimer: Don't own them... Kevin Smith does. I'm
just borrowing them for a bit. If they get dirty I'll
pay for the dry cleaning. Oh yeah, lyrics are from the
song "Yellow" by Coldplay.

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Yellow

*Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you...*

Bob sighed and laid on his bed, staring at the
ceiling and listening to his CD, very quietly. He
didn't want to wake Jay up. Jay. Sweet, adorable,
way-too-fucking-loud-for-his-own-good Jay. Jay who
would laugh his ass off if he knew Bob had this album.
It was bad enough getting ragged on for the John
Hughes thing. So he liked to watch The Breakfast Club
sometime, big fucking deal.

*I came alone
I wrote a song for you
And everything that you do
And it was called "Yellow"*

His mind drifted slowly to the day he had first met
Jay. A skinny ass little street-rat who looked like he
had eaten about as much in the past month as Bob
normally ate in a day, which isn't as much as people
thought. His hair was hanging in his face, limp and
coated with grease. Not the beautiful golden color it
was now, more like a dull dirt blonde... probably from
dirt. Just thinking about it made Bob's heart sink
into his stomach the same way it had when he saw Jay
sitting there sleeping, curled up in a ball next to a
dumpster. However he was wide awake and on his feet
when he heard Bob approch. 

"What the fuck you tubby mother fucker!?" He yelled
at Bob. "You just keep walking you fucking butt
pirate! I ain't like that! Did you hear something
about me!? FUCK! Look, I was hungry alright? I just
needed some fucking money! SHIT! Listen, I ain't like
that. It was only once or twice." His eyes were so
big, then looked like they took up half of his face.
The boy's small frame was shaking all over and he
looked like he was about to either throw up, pass out,
or try to kick Bob's ass,.
Bob just shook his head and looked at him
questioningly. You need a place to crash?
Jay blinked. "What the fuck is this? Why ain't you
talking? You fucking mute or something?"
Bob just shruged and gave him the same look. You need
a place to crash?
Jay stuck his hands in the pocket of his tattered
jacket. "I ain't go no money. And you ain't touching
my ass bitch."
Bob shook his head again and held a hand up, then
motioned for Jay to follow him.
Jay hung back for a few minutes, then ran to catch
up. "So what the fuck is your name bitch?"
"Bob." Bob said simply, then dug around his trench
for a cigarette. "And call me bitch again and I will
break your nose." He said, lighting up a cigarette and
offering to Jay.
Jay took the cigarette and stuck it in his mouth,
puffing nervously, eyes darting around.
*Bad move Bob-o.. he probably thinks your going to
rape him or something.* Bob sighed. "Sorry."
They walked a little ways further, Jay talking
nervously the whole time about anything and everything
he could think of. Finally they got to the apartment
building. Bob motioned up the three flights of stairs.
Home sweet home. He smiled lightly, then started to
climb. When he got to the top he looked down, noticing
Jay was still standing on the sidewalk looking very
scared.
"I don't bite." Bob called down. "I'll order a pizza,
you can just eat and leave if you want." He said, and
with that went inside. He had just hung up the phone
when the door opened and Jay stepped in. "Where's the
bathroom? I gotta piss."
Bob rolled his eyes and motioned down the hall.
"Thanks." Jay said and left.
Bob yawned and turned on the TV. It was a few minutes
before he noticed the shower was running. *Poor kid.*
he thought, then got up to go find some spare clothes.
By the time he found something that wouldn't hang off
the boy's frame like a tent, the water was off. He
knocked on the door and he heard Jay yelp.
"I'm sorry! I just.. fuck man.. my hair!"
"It's alright. I got you some clean clothes and.."
There was a knock at the front door. "and the pizza's
here. I got everything because I didn't know what you
wanted." Bob left the clothes in front of the bathroom
and went to get the pizza. He had just settled onto
the couch and opened the box when Jay came out. The
clothes were still too big, but he didn't seem to
mind.
Jay sat on the far end of the couch and took a piece,
then an odd look crossed his face. "Why the fuck are
you being so nice? I didn't do shit for this, and you
don't fucking care! You by a fucking pizza, give me
fucking clothes, what the fuck do you want out of
this!? And I already told you you ain't.."
"I just want a friend." Bob shrugged and took a bite
of his pizza.

Bob snorted awake just in time to hear Jay come
crashing through the door connecting their rooms.
"BOB! He yelped. "Big fucking... kick my ass...
blood... fangs... slime.. kill me.. kill you..." he
howled and dove under the blankets next to him.
Another nightmare. All these years and he still
crawled into bed with Bob when he had a nightmare. Bob
sighed and patted Jay on the head. Jay curled up next
to Bob and whimpered. "That shit was worse than my
last bad trip. There weren't even any cool colors..
and what the fuck are you listening to, Lunchbox?"
Bob blinked, then realized the CD was still playing..
on repeat. Damn. "A song."
"It's a fucking gay song..." Jay sneered, then his
face relaxed. "... I like it."
Bob smiled, then kissed Jay on top of the head.
Jay jumped slightly, then smiled and snuggled down
into Bob's arms.

*Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you.
And all the things that you do.*

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