Avenue Q, all I have to say
Jet sat down on the ratty couch of the Bebop, a smile on his face as he finally got a few moments to himself, "Ah, and afternoon alone with my favorite book, 'Advanced Bonsai tending', no deadbeats to pester me about dinner," He opened his book and began to read, "How can this get any better?"
Suddenly Spike came through the door, "I'm back Jet!" He yelled. Jet scowled, "Welcome back, Spike." He said blankly. He was expecting Spike to come back with no woolongs, instead of hearing if he got the bounty or no, he got this, "Hey Jet, you'll never guess what happened between me and the bounty head, he was smiling at me and talking to me." Spike said with a smile.
"Mmm, hmm, that's very interesting." Jet was only half listening; hoping Spike would shut up and let him read his book.
"Yup, he was being real friendly." Spike chuckled, "I think he was coming onto me, I think he might have thought that I, was gay." Spike pointed at himself, Jet looked from his book to the skinny fro bitch and cleared his throat, really hoping this conversation would just end.
"So, why are you telling me this? Huh? Why should I care, I don't care." Jet's gaze returned to his book, Spike frowned and cocked an eyebrow at Jet.
"Well alright, you don't have to get all defensive-"
"I WASN"T GETTING DEFENSIVE!" Jet slammed his book down, then relaxed, sighing, "Oh, why should I care the bounty head was gay, I'm trying to read."
"Well, I didn't mean anything about it, I just it was something we should be able to talk about."
"Well I do not want to talk about it, Spike, this conversation is over." Jet said quickly.
"Yeah, but-"
"OVER!" Jet snapped, looking at Spike angrily.
All of a sudden, some music you'd expect from a Broadway musical started to play, Jet cocked an eyebrow at this, Spike had a smile.
"Well, ok, but just so you know." Spike said, which turned to singing, "If you were gay, that'd be ok, I mean cause hey, I like you anyway." Spike poked at Jet's chest. Jet rolled his eyes groaning.
"Because you see," Spike stepped back, "If it were meee." He pointed at himself, "I would feel free to say, that I was gay, but, I'm not gay." Spike wagged his finger, as he came to a stop, jet tried to reason,
"Please Spike, it was peaceful when you weren't here." Spike still staired at him with that wide smile, "WHAT?!"
"If you were queer," Spike sang, Jet groaned, "I'd still be here."
"Spike I'm trying to read!"
"Year after year,"
"Spike."
"Because you're dear to me."
Jet groaned.
"And I know that you ,"
"What?"
"Would accept me to…"
"I would?"
"If I told you today, 'Hey, guess what, I'm gay!' But I'm not gay. I'm happy, just being with you."
Jet read a line from his book, hoping Spike would shut up.
"So what should it matter to me what you do in bed with guys?" Spike pointed at him, Jet looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Spike, that is wrong!"
"No it's not! If you were gay, I'd shout hooray!" Spike jumped in the air.
"I am not listening!"
"And here I'd say."
"LALALALA!" Jet yelled as he plugged his ears with his fingers.
"That I wouldn't get in your way."
"AAAHHH!"
"You can count on me, to always be, besides you every day, to tell you, it's, Ok, you were just, born, that, way. And as they say, it's in your DNA, your gay!"
"I am not gay!"
If you were gay, Spike tilted his head with a cheeky smile.
"AH!"