xp_logs | Jay & Kyle, backdated to Tuesday the 7th (Reply)

Concerned that something has come up between Forge and Jay, Kyle asks Jay if everything is okay.

Green Day wasn't easy to play with just a guitar. Especially a song like "Holiday" that demanded drums and bass. But it was Jay's trademark brooding time, and Billie Joe never failed to cheer him up at least a little. "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" was much easier to play with just a guitar, but Jay figured that it's much too depressing a song. He was over the "poor me shtick," after all.

The other problem with "Holiday" is that it's a loud song, and Jay didn't close his door, so Jay's protests against unjust wars and government censorship were carried out to the common room.

It was a damn good thing Kyle liked Green Day. Not as much as he liked some other stuff, but they were a good band. Especially the latest stuff, which was just awesome. And Jay was pretty good, so Kyle wasn't complaining at all.

Jay'd seemed off, all day, even for Jay, and Kyle was pretty damn sure it wasn't his fault this time. At least he hoped so. It being his fault would've confused the fuck out of him. Once the song was over, and before Jay could start another one, Kyle poked his head in Jay's door. "Dude. Green Day unplugged."

Jay was just about to begin proclaiming his rebellion against white Christian moral authority, Kyle interrupted him. Not the person he wanted to see now. But Kyle didn't deserve any grief, so Jay remained as civil as he could and nodded. "Don't got quite the same sound or oomf that they do all together, though," he said.

"Yeah, but unplugged's cool anyway." Kyle said, nodding firmly. "I mean, not everything has to be loud and pissed off. Loud 'n pissed off hurts the ears sometimes." He paused, and frowned. "Not that I'm saying you can't be all loud and pissed off if you need to, you know? I'm just sayin'."

Jay raised an eyebrow in disbelief at Kyle. Was he trying to offer comfort of some sort? For what? Forge hadn't told him, had he? No, he wouldn't have said anything. He couldn't have. "Uh, right, sure. Is there somethin' Ah can help ya with, Kyle?"

"I ... just.. you okay, dude?" Kyle stammered a bit and then finally blurted out. "You seem kinda ... off. Even for you. I mean, normally you're avoid guy around me, but you're way more avoid guy than usual." He paused, trying to think of a good reason for Jay to be avoiding the entire suite. "I didn't go and say something stupid and anti-gay again, did I? I don't remember saying anything stupid."

"What? No." Good, so Forge hadn't said anything. That's a relief. "Ah'm not avoidin' no one," he asserted. A lie, sure, but the truth didn't need to be revealed. "Don't worry. You controlled your lip this time."

Kyle gave Jay a long, very, skeptical look. "What's that thing you said, from Shakespeare, about protesting too much?" He shook his head. "Anyway. Dude, whatever it is, it’s not like I'm gonna have a cow or anything. I just was kinda, you know, worried. That something came up." He frowned, and looked down at his feet, idly noting that he needed to trim his claws. Again. "Cause, really, I'm not a big fan of my roommates being in the bad place. Happens too much around here."

Jay turned to face Kyle abruptly. "'The lady doth protest too much, methinks,'" he quoted, his eyes narrowing. "Forge and Ah ain't in the bad place," he asserted again before mentally smacking himself. Damn it. He doth say too much, as well.

"Wait. So you and Forge aren't in the bad place, like, Forge isn't, and you aren't, or you and Forge aren't there together?" Kyle was officially confused. Why couldn't people just make sense?. "So you are in the bad place? Or one of you is?" Forge had been in the grumbley place too, now that Kyle thought about it. "This isn't some weird family thing, is it? Or Dani? Is Dani being crazy again?"

"We're not anywhere together!" Jay shouted, Kyle's constant barrage of questions causing Jay to snap. But then he realized what he'd said, and his face turned bright red. He turned around and fiddled with his guitar so Kyle wouldn't see him. "We're fine. Forge is fine. Ah'm fine. There's a whole lotta fineness to go 'round."

~Do not make cracks about Jay being fine. Do not make cracks about Jay being fine. Do not... shit.~ Kyle smacked himself in the forehead. "Yeah. Um. I'm .. going to go, um, away now? And find food and not make an ass of myself or be totally nosy and, uh, yeah." He wasn't entirely sure he'd said anything out loud, besides the rambling, and god damn, Kyle thought, he really needed to get a grip on not thinking about that. What the hell was wrong with him? He. Liked. Girls. "Anyway. Um. You know, if you need me to chuck Dani in the lake, or Sam, or whatever, lemee know." and then he fled. Rapidly.

Jay blinked in confusion and turned around again. What was that about? Kyle had probably inferred what Jay's problem was, and was going to freak out about it. Homophobic fucker. With a sigh, Jay put his fingers on the right strings and started where he'd left off.