Disclaimer : I don't own Jay and Silent Bob. Kevin Smith does. Lucky bastard. One other thing : I had to make up a last name for Jay - if it's the wrong one or people think I should change it to ''Mewes'' then say.
TEARDROP ON THE FIRE
Chapter 2 : American Beauty
Bob stumbled blindly out of Jay's room and down the corridor, back to the place where he had sat for hours whilst Jay was being saved. He slumped into a seat, his mind still reeling from Jay's words. Jay... loved him? Actually loved him? The thought was so amazing and shocking that Bob's mind doubted it's credibility.
It must be the drugs they've got him on.... yeah... that must be it. Jay must be on hospital medication to help him recover and it's making him say things that could never be real...Bob's thoughts were wild, destroying as much hope as possible but still hanging onto a thread of possibility.
But what if?the other side of Bob's brain argued. What if this is real, and that Jay really meant the things he said? What if every single fucking thing you ever dared hoped for is coming true? Don't pretend that you have never fantasized this situation a million times in your head, Bobby - the situation of Jay confessing his undying love for you and everything being perfect, just the way you always fucking wanted. Don't lie to yourself. And don't you dare rule out the possibility that Jay is telling the truth. That kid may be a loudmouthed asshole, but if there's one thing he ain't, it's a liar.
Bob put his head in his hands and closed his eyes, just taking in the past five minutes information. It was all so much, so fast. All he had ever dreamed now was in the process of ''make or break'' and frankly, Bob was fucking terrified. His heart was hanging in the balance. And if this was how he felt, he could hardly imagine how Jay must be feeling.
...I'm in love with you.... just leave, man..... please....I'm in love with you....Jay's words echoed over and over again in Bob's skull, going round like a broken record.
It was just then he realised that the young nurse from earlier was standing by him. Hesitantly, he looked up at her, hoping that his shock and confusion weren't blatant for all to see.
''Sir, I'd like to ask you for some of your friend's details if that's alright,''she said.
Bob nodded dumbly as she sat down next to him. She took a pen from her breastpocket and cleared her throat.
''Your friend's name?''
''Jay Davies,''said Bob. Hardly anyone knew Jay's last name. No-one had ever needed too, because they were always a pair. Jay and Silent Bob, always. No-one needed to know anymore than that.
''And his age?''
''Twenty-two.''
''Does he have any past history of mental illness?''
''No.''
The questions droned on and on for what seemed like an age. Bob answered them straight - he wasn't in the mood for fucking around with details, or saying more than what needed to be said. The nurse asked her questions, then left swiftly as soon as she was finished, sensing Bob's mood. Bob barely noticed her leave, and reverted back into his own fucked up thoughts.
After about twenty minutes Bob felt a familiar rumble in his stomach. He sighed and made his way to the hospital cafeteria, figuring that if he couldn't be content with what was happening in his heart, then at least his stomach could be kept happy.
In there, he sat on a table that was furthest away from anyone else, so he could be with his thoughts.
Miserably, Bob chewed on a sandwich that even he thought didn't taste good. Normally Bob could inhale food and not even care what the taste was, but this sandwich was just plain nasty, even by Bob's standards. Nevertheless, he ate it and finished the other three in the packet too. After he felt slightly full, he thought about going back and talking to Jay.
After the slow and miserable walk back to Jay's room, Bob found that he couldn't bring himself to go back inside. He had never feared Jay in his life, but now he felt that he didn't even have the guts to look him in the eye. Jay, despite his weakened state, had become someone else in Bob's eyes - some perfect, awkward, intimidating figure, even though Jay had barely done a thing to induce this change in perception.
After at least ten minutes of standing by the door, Bob walked away again, his head hung, feeling even more conflicted and unhappy than before.
Jay had fallen asleep soon after Bob had left his room. He'd cried for a while, but it hadn't taken long for exhaustion to take him over and he'd fallen into a dreamless sleep.
When he woke up the past few hours events flooded back and he felt worse than ever. How could he have been so stupid?? Why had he had to tell Bob he loved him?? It was fuckin' bad enough that he'd tried to kill himself, but the fact that he'd even given the reason to why he'd done it just made the situation all the more hideous.
I coulda fuckin' lied...Jay thought angrily to himself. I coulda made up some shit about some chick, or my family or drugs or somethin'... Why the fuck did I tell Bob?! Man... I'm a fuckin' idiot.
Jay lay completely still. He sighed. He felt so ill. He couldn't remember anything past him taking the pills back home, and had no idea what the doctors and nurses had been doing to him, but whatever it was it was making him feel like total shit. Jay gave a slight groan as he tried to sit up. He failed spectacularly and slumped back down on the bed.
''Where's a fuckin' nurse when you need one?''he mumbled to himself, feeling slightly irritated.
He pressed the call button for the nurse about sixteen times, just to be annoying. Eventually the nurse that had been talking to Bob early arrived.
''So you're awake, Mr Davies?''she said. ''You've been out for a good few hours.''
''Can I have some water?''said Jay, who wasn't in the mood for any petty smalltalk.
''Sure.'' She poured him a small glass of water, which Jay gulped down in seconds. He held his glass out for more. The nurse shook her head. ''Not now. Later.''
Jay scowled. ''Why not?''
''Because your body is still in a delicate state. We can't go overloading it with fluids or food yet.''
''Fuckin' figures,''Jay muttered, turning partially away from her.
There was a tense silence. ''Do you want me to send in your friend?''she said. ''He's been waiting round here for hours now.''
Jay stiffened suddenly and turned to look at the nurse with an agonised look in his eyes. ''Bob's still here?''he said.
The nurse nodded. ''He sat outside this room for hours, then dissapeared, then came back. He looked awfully upset.''
Jay swallowed. ''Um... ok... I guess. But can you send him in like, uh, ten minutes or somethin'...''
''Sure,''she said, then she left.
Jay lay there for a moment, suddenly breathing hard. Bob would soon be in this room with him. His Bob. For almost a moment a smile burst onto his pale face.
But then he remembered and the smile left as fast as it had came. Bob wasn't his. Bob was his own person. Bob was nothing, felt nothing towards Jay... not in the way Jay wanted anyhow. Jay bit his lip, hard. Almost hard enough to split the skin, but he was in enough pain as it was, and decided that he didn't need anymore than he already had.
Jay couldn't believe how nervous he felt. It wasn't as if Bob had never seen him in a bad state before. However, Bob had never seen him take nearly fifty paracetamol and pass out on their bathroom floor, practically dead. Jay felt humiliated and utterly miserable because of the whole ordeal, and how he had to face and speak to the cause of it. He turned on his other side, his stomach full of butterflies. It was a truly hideous feeling - this waiting. He almost wished that Bob would just walk in now, rather than experiance this anxiousness and jumping at every sound, thinking that it was the door opening.
After around ten minutes the door handle clicked and opened. Jay felt his insides turn to ice and he clutched his bedsheets to him so tightly that he was surprised that the material and his hands didn't merge. He didn't breathe, didn't move, didn't speak. He felt horribly unwell. Jay was worried that he might be violantly sick all over himself, but somehow nothing happened.
The air was still. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The room became like a photograph - two still figures surrounded by blurred objects... at least they seemed blurred. Neither of the two men could focus on anything but eachother. Even though Jay couldn't see Bob with his eyes, in his head he could see him perfectly - those serene features set in a strange, bemused expression, his long hair hanging idly around his dark eyes... fingers fumbling for a cigarrette, even though he knew he wasn't allowed to smoke in the hospital.
After what felt like an hour ( but was actually seven minutes ) Bob sat down in a chair next to Jay. Jay flicked his green eyes up to look at Bob for a moment - to savour his face - to see that Bob looked even more awkward and nervous than himself. Jay cast his eyes back down, guilt flooding him. He was causing Bob pain and it killed him to see it. But still, the blond boy didn't say a word.
Bob stared at Jay. He still looked terrible. He was horribly pale and his eyes looked massive in his gaunt face. Until now, he'd never realised how truly fragile looking Jay was. Skinny, white-skinned, huge green eyes staring out of a narrow, high-cheekboned skull, thin wrists, bony legs. Everything about him seemed so... feeble. But so utterly endearing too. Bob struggled to find something appropriate to say.
It seemed impossible. The only thing Bob wanted to say was that he loved Jay madly - always had, always will - but that appeared out of the question. He wasn't even sure if Jay had meant the things he'd said. For all Bob knew, Jay could've been screwed on hospital drugs at that point and had meant nothing.
The only thing was that Bob couldn't forget the tears in Jay's eyes as he'd spoken... the tears that he'd held back until Bob had left the room. Bob had heard Jay's throat crack, had heard him give a heartbroken sob, had heard him sniff miserably into his sheets after Bob had left his room. He'd heard everything standing outside that door. And the emotion in Jay's voice had not been the emotion of someone who was merely on drugs. It had sounded so genuine. So real.
''Jay...'' Bob began. He didn't know how to continue. ''Are... are you feeling better?''
Jay gave a small sigh and tried to sit up. He didn't feel strong enough, but somehow managed it.
''Don't over-exert yourself!'' Bob cried suddenly, helping Jay sit up straight. ''You'll make yourself sick, man!''
Jay blinked, somewhat shocked. ''Dude... I'm... I'm ok,''he said, shakily.
''No...no!''Bob shouted. ''You're not ok! You're in a really bad way and I don't wanna see you make yourself fucking worse, man!'' He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling very angry that he'd nearly lost his best friend. He looked at Jay, who was looking surprised to say the least. It was very rare that Bob even spoke, let alone got angry and ranted. ''I nearly fucking lost you earlier, Jay. You nearly fucking died infront of my eyes and I'm pissed off! How could you do this!? Don't you have any fucking idea what you mean to me?? If you died man... I...'' Bob faltered, his eyes filling with furious tears. ''I don't think I could've carried on. Not without you.''
There were tears in Jay's eyes. His lower lip was shaking. ''I'm sorry, man,''he clucked.
Bob threw his arms around Jay and squeezed him as tightly as was safe. ''Don't be sorry. I'm just so grateful that you're still here. I fucking love you, Jay.''
Oh shit. Bob froze. He'd said it. Oh Jesus H. Christ. He'd said it. He felt Jay's muscles stiffen. Bob slowly let go of Jay and sat back down. Jay's face was hard and cold.
''Dude, don't fuckin' say shit you don't mean,''Jay said.
Bob's mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he could speak. ''I don't say shit I don't mean,''he said, his voice very calm.
Jay looked at Bob through confused eyes. He went to speak, then flinched for some reason. Bob took a very deep breath, and swallowed his heart that appeared to be in his mouth right now.
''Jay, I fucking love you. I always have. I always will. It's as simple as that. I love you.''
Jay nodded, more to himself than Bob. He swallowed, then his face burst into the most beautiful smile Bob had ever seen. Tears streamed down Jay's stark white face. Bob just stared, feeling breathless, acknowledging a defining moment in his life. Jay had realised that this moment was timeless, if his tears and rapt expression were anything to go by.
''You fuckin' mean this shit, Lunchbox?''said Jay, trying to keep his voice from shaking and failing.
Bob nodded, back to his silent self. He couldn't have spoken right now even if he'd wanted to. Jay's smile became rather bashful and he looked at his hands. ''S'cool, man,''he said quietly. ''Fuckin' weird shit, but cool.''
There was a long silence. Neither of the two men seemed to know what to do. It wasn't awkward as such, but rather confusing. Both knew that all they wanted to do deep down was to hold eachother and never let go... amongst other things, but neither knew quite how to initiate it.
After a couple of minutes Jay spoke up. ''So what do we do now, huh Lunchbox? Just sit here n' shit?'' A little smile played on his pale face. Bob returned the smile and shrugged. There was a glitter in Jay's eyes. He beckoned to Bob with a thin hand. Bob moved slowly towards Jay, feeling all at once apprehensive and exhilarated.
Jay pulled Bob's face slowly towards his, shaking slightly. He tilted his head and initiated an awkward, bumpy kiss. But despite it's many flaws, this was the most perfect kiss of Jay's life. Bob felt his stomach do backflips. So this was it - this was what kissing Jay was like. It was messy. It was awkward. It was stubbly. But it was wonderful.
They pulled apart after a moment and stared at eachother.
''Kinda weird huh?''said Jay, grinning. ''But no biggie - it was only our first try.'' Then he pulled Bob back to him and somehow this kiss was at an even higher level of sheer greatness than the first. Jay felt like he was going to die, but in a way that could only ever have been good. Bob felt like he was walking on air. All in all, everything was amazing. Sure it was a little strange, alien if you will, but in the best way possible. It was the beginning of something new, something great, something that would make two very ordinary people happy.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
And it was for the better. Life was suddenly good.
Voila. Chapter 2 is finished. I'll probably write a final third chapter, just to tie up the loose ends that I've left floating around. It probably won't take as long as the last chapter, seeing as my exams are over soon and I'll have plenty of time to write then.
Thank you very much to reviewers - it means a lot.
Lux Aeterna
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TEARDROP ON THE FIRE
Chapter 2 : American Beauty
Bob stumbled blindly out of Jay's room and down the corridor, back to the place where he had sat for hours whilst Jay was being saved. He slumped into a seat, his mind still reeling from Jay's words. Jay... loved him? Actually loved him? The thought was so amazing and shocking that Bob's mind doubted it's credibility.
It must be the drugs they've got him on.... yeah... that must be it. Jay must be on hospital medication to help him recover and it's making him say things that could never be real...Bob's thoughts were wild, destroying as much hope as possible but still hanging onto a thread of possibility.
But what if?the other side of Bob's brain argued. What if this is real, and that Jay really meant the things he said? What if every single fucking thing you ever dared hoped for is coming true? Don't pretend that you have never fantasized this situation a million times in your head, Bobby - the situation of Jay confessing his undying love for you and everything being perfect, just the way you always fucking wanted. Don't lie to yourself. And don't you dare rule out the possibility that Jay is telling the truth. That kid may be a loudmouthed asshole, but if there's one thing he ain't, it's a liar.
Bob put his head in his hands and closed his eyes, just taking in the past five minutes information. It was all so much, so fast. All he had ever dreamed now was in the process of ''make or break'' and frankly, Bob was fucking terrified. His heart was hanging in the balance. And if this was how he felt, he could hardly imagine how Jay must be feeling.
...I'm in love with you.... just leave, man..... please....I'm in love with you....Jay's words echoed over and over again in Bob's skull, going round like a broken record.
It was just then he realised that the young nurse from earlier was standing by him. Hesitantly, he looked up at her, hoping that his shock and confusion weren't blatant for all to see.
''Sir, I'd like to ask you for some of your friend's details if that's alright,''she said.
Bob nodded dumbly as she sat down next to him. She took a pen from her breastpocket and cleared her throat.
''Your friend's name?''
''Jay Davies,''said Bob. Hardly anyone knew Jay's last name. No-one had ever needed too, because they were always a pair. Jay and Silent Bob, always. No-one needed to know anymore than that.
''And his age?''
''Twenty-two.''
''Does he have any past history of mental illness?''
''No.''
The questions droned on and on for what seemed like an age. Bob answered them straight - he wasn't in the mood for fucking around with details, or saying more than what needed to be said. The nurse asked her questions, then left swiftly as soon as she was finished, sensing Bob's mood. Bob barely noticed her leave, and reverted back into his own fucked up thoughts.
After about twenty minutes Bob felt a familiar rumble in his stomach. He sighed and made his way to the hospital cafeteria, figuring that if he couldn't be content with what was happening in his heart, then at least his stomach could be kept happy.
In there, he sat on a table that was furthest away from anyone else, so he could be with his thoughts.
Miserably, Bob chewed on a sandwich that even he thought didn't taste good. Normally Bob could inhale food and not even care what the taste was, but this sandwich was just plain nasty, even by Bob's standards. Nevertheless, he ate it and finished the other three in the packet too. After he felt slightly full, he thought about going back and talking to Jay.
After the slow and miserable walk back to Jay's room, Bob found that he couldn't bring himself to go back inside. He had never feared Jay in his life, but now he felt that he didn't even have the guts to look him in the eye. Jay, despite his weakened state, had become someone else in Bob's eyes - some perfect, awkward, intimidating figure, even though Jay had barely done a thing to induce this change in perception.
After at least ten minutes of standing by the door, Bob walked away again, his head hung, feeling even more conflicted and unhappy than before.
Jay had fallen asleep soon after Bob had left his room. He'd cried for a while, but it hadn't taken long for exhaustion to take him over and he'd fallen into a dreamless sleep.
When he woke up the past few hours events flooded back and he felt worse than ever. How could he have been so stupid?? Why had he had to tell Bob he loved him?? It was fuckin' bad enough that he'd tried to kill himself, but the fact that he'd even given the reason to why he'd done it just made the situation all the more hideous.
I coulda fuckin' lied...Jay thought angrily to himself. I coulda made up some shit about some chick, or my family or drugs or somethin'... Why the fuck did I tell Bob?! Man... I'm a fuckin' idiot.
Jay lay completely still. He sighed. He felt so ill. He couldn't remember anything past him taking the pills back home, and had no idea what the doctors and nurses had been doing to him, but whatever it was it was making him feel like total shit. Jay gave a slight groan as he tried to sit up. He failed spectacularly and slumped back down on the bed.
''Where's a fuckin' nurse when you need one?''he mumbled to himself, feeling slightly irritated.
He pressed the call button for the nurse about sixteen times, just to be annoying. Eventually the nurse that had been talking to Bob early arrived.
''So you're awake, Mr Davies?''she said. ''You've been out for a good few hours.''
''Can I have some water?''said Jay, who wasn't in the mood for any petty smalltalk.
''Sure.'' She poured him a small glass of water, which Jay gulped down in seconds. He held his glass out for more. The nurse shook her head. ''Not now. Later.''
Jay scowled. ''Why not?''
''Because your body is still in a delicate state. We can't go overloading it with fluids or food yet.''
''Fuckin' figures,''Jay muttered, turning partially away from her.
There was a tense silence. ''Do you want me to send in your friend?''she said. ''He's been waiting round here for hours now.''
Jay stiffened suddenly and turned to look at the nurse with an agonised look in his eyes. ''Bob's still here?''he said.
The nurse nodded. ''He sat outside this room for hours, then dissapeared, then came back. He looked awfully upset.''
Jay swallowed. ''Um... ok... I guess. But can you send him in like, uh, ten minutes or somethin'...''
''Sure,''she said, then she left.
Jay lay there for a moment, suddenly breathing hard. Bob would soon be in this room with him. His Bob. For almost a moment a smile burst onto his pale face.
But then he remembered and the smile left as fast as it had came. Bob wasn't his. Bob was his own person. Bob was nothing, felt nothing towards Jay... not in the way Jay wanted anyhow. Jay bit his lip, hard. Almost hard enough to split the skin, but he was in enough pain as it was, and decided that he didn't need anymore than he already had.
Jay couldn't believe how nervous he felt. It wasn't as if Bob had never seen him in a bad state before. However, Bob had never seen him take nearly fifty paracetamol and pass out on their bathroom floor, practically dead. Jay felt humiliated and utterly miserable because of the whole ordeal, and how he had to face and speak to the cause of it. He turned on his other side, his stomach full of butterflies. It was a truly hideous feeling - this waiting. He almost wished that Bob would just walk in now, rather than experiance this anxiousness and jumping at every sound, thinking that it was the door opening.
After around ten minutes the door handle clicked and opened. Jay felt his insides turn to ice and he clutched his bedsheets to him so tightly that he was surprised that the material and his hands didn't merge. He didn't breathe, didn't move, didn't speak. He felt horribly unwell. Jay was worried that he might be violantly sick all over himself, but somehow nothing happened.
The air was still. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The room became like a photograph - two still figures surrounded by blurred objects... at least they seemed blurred. Neither of the two men could focus on anything but eachother. Even though Jay couldn't see Bob with his eyes, in his head he could see him perfectly - those serene features set in a strange, bemused expression, his long hair hanging idly around his dark eyes... fingers fumbling for a cigarrette, even though he knew he wasn't allowed to smoke in the hospital.
After what felt like an hour ( but was actually seven minutes ) Bob sat down in a chair next to Jay. Jay flicked his green eyes up to look at Bob for a moment - to savour his face - to see that Bob looked even more awkward and nervous than himself. Jay cast his eyes back down, guilt flooding him. He was causing Bob pain and it killed him to see it. But still, the blond boy didn't say a word.
Bob stared at Jay. He still looked terrible. He was horribly pale and his eyes looked massive in his gaunt face. Until now, he'd never realised how truly fragile looking Jay was. Skinny, white-skinned, huge green eyes staring out of a narrow, high-cheekboned skull, thin wrists, bony legs. Everything about him seemed so... feeble. But so utterly endearing too. Bob struggled to find something appropriate to say.
It seemed impossible. The only thing Bob wanted to say was that he loved Jay madly - always had, always will - but that appeared out of the question. He wasn't even sure if Jay had meant the things he'd said. For all Bob knew, Jay could've been screwed on hospital drugs at that point and had meant nothing.
The only thing was that Bob couldn't forget the tears in Jay's eyes as he'd spoken... the tears that he'd held back until Bob had left the room. Bob had heard Jay's throat crack, had heard him give a heartbroken sob, had heard him sniff miserably into his sheets after Bob had left his room. He'd heard everything standing outside that door. And the emotion in Jay's voice had not been the emotion of someone who was merely on drugs. It had sounded so genuine. So real.
''Jay...'' Bob began. He didn't know how to continue. ''Are... are you feeling better?''
Jay gave a small sigh and tried to sit up. He didn't feel strong enough, but somehow managed it.
''Don't over-exert yourself!'' Bob cried suddenly, helping Jay sit up straight. ''You'll make yourself sick, man!''
Jay blinked, somewhat shocked. ''Dude... I'm... I'm ok,''he said, shakily.
''No...no!''Bob shouted. ''You're not ok! You're in a really bad way and I don't wanna see you make yourself fucking worse, man!'' He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling very angry that he'd nearly lost his best friend. He looked at Jay, who was looking surprised to say the least. It was very rare that Bob even spoke, let alone got angry and ranted. ''I nearly fucking lost you earlier, Jay. You nearly fucking died infront of my eyes and I'm pissed off! How could you do this!? Don't you have any fucking idea what you mean to me?? If you died man... I...'' Bob faltered, his eyes filling with furious tears. ''I don't think I could've carried on. Not without you.''
There were tears in Jay's eyes. His lower lip was shaking. ''I'm sorry, man,''he clucked.
Bob threw his arms around Jay and squeezed him as tightly as was safe. ''Don't be sorry. I'm just so grateful that you're still here. I fucking love you, Jay.''
Oh shit. Bob froze. He'd said it. Oh Jesus H. Christ. He'd said it. He felt Jay's muscles stiffen. Bob slowly let go of Jay and sat back down. Jay's face was hard and cold.
''Dude, don't fuckin' say shit you don't mean,''Jay said.
Bob's mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he could speak. ''I don't say shit I don't mean,''he said, his voice very calm.
Jay looked at Bob through confused eyes. He went to speak, then flinched for some reason. Bob took a very deep breath, and swallowed his heart that appeared to be in his mouth right now.
''Jay, I fucking love you. I always have. I always will. It's as simple as that. I love you.''
Jay nodded, more to himself than Bob. He swallowed, then his face burst into the most beautiful smile Bob had ever seen. Tears streamed down Jay's stark white face. Bob just stared, feeling breathless, acknowledging a defining moment in his life. Jay had realised that this moment was timeless, if his tears and rapt expression were anything to go by.
''You fuckin' mean this shit, Lunchbox?''said Jay, trying to keep his voice from shaking and failing.
Bob nodded, back to his silent self. He couldn't have spoken right now even if he'd wanted to. Jay's smile became rather bashful and he looked at his hands. ''S'cool, man,''he said quietly. ''Fuckin' weird shit, but cool.''
There was a long silence. Neither of the two men seemed to know what to do. It wasn't awkward as such, but rather confusing. Both knew that all they wanted to do deep down was to hold eachother and never let go... amongst other things, but neither knew quite how to initiate it.
After a couple of minutes Jay spoke up. ''So what do we do now, huh Lunchbox? Just sit here n' shit?'' A little smile played on his pale face. Bob returned the smile and shrugged. There was a glitter in Jay's eyes. He beckoned to Bob with a thin hand. Bob moved slowly towards Jay, feeling all at once apprehensive and exhilarated.
Jay pulled Bob's face slowly towards his, shaking slightly. He tilted his head and initiated an awkward, bumpy kiss. But despite it's many flaws, this was the most perfect kiss of Jay's life. Bob felt his stomach do backflips. So this was it - this was what kissing Jay was like. It was messy. It was awkward. It was stubbly. But it was wonderful.
They pulled apart after a moment and stared at eachother.
''Kinda weird huh?''said Jay, grinning. ''But no biggie - it was only our first try.'' Then he pulled Bob back to him and somehow this kiss was at an even higher level of sheer greatness than the first. Jay felt like he was going to die, but in a way that could only ever have been good. Bob felt like he was walking on air. All in all, everything was amazing. Sure it was a little strange, alien if you will, but in the best way possible. It was the beginning of something new, something great, something that would make two very ordinary people happy.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
And it was for the better. Life was suddenly good.
Voila. Chapter 2 is finished. I'll probably write a final third chapter, just to tie up the loose ends that I've left floating around. It probably won't take as long as the last chapter, seeing as my exams are over soon and I'll have plenty of time to write then.
Thank you very much to reviewers - it means a lot.
Lux Aeterna
x