Disclaimer: Own Degrassi? Hell, I don't even own the shirt on my back. It's borrowed.
Title: "Filet Mignon" – Don't ask questions.
Genres: General: Maybe Romance, maybe angst, maybe even humor – depends how you see things.
Rated: 'T'. Nothin' bad here, save for curse words.
Writing Tools: Microsoft Word, of course, Windows Media playe
Tunes: Soilwork's "Weapon of Vanity", "Nerve", "Distance", and "If Possible" (all from the Stabbing the Drama, album) - oh, and "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis. That especially.
People: I'm all by my lonesome.
Author's Note: Just popped into my head and I had to get it on paper before I could go to sleep. Shortest thing I've ever posted. Hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks for reading.
Written in about twenty minutes with authors note and revisions. Just in time for Valentine's Day.
"Man," Alex sighed, letting her head roll back until it hit the brick wall, "it's gonna be hard getting over her."
Jay accepted the offered joint graciously and took a deep hit before speaking, "Huh?"
Alex leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and propping her cheek on one fist. It all seemed terribly clichéd and, thusly (and it just might have been the pot talking) incomprehensibly funny. The two local badasses getting stoned in a deserted alley. She swallowed her laughter and continued, "Paige. Getting over Paige – it's not gonna be a cake-walk."
Jay shrugged, "Why?"
She took the joint back from him and inhaled deeply, holding it for a few moments before exhaling and rubbing her temples, "It's like… it's like going from the best of the best to… to shit, y'know?"
"No… explain it to me."
She pulled her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them, pushing her glasses down over her eyes with one idle hand, "Okay, here's my entire love life in terms of food. Now, the food I ate the most for the longest amount of time was… cheeseburgers. Burgers are cool and all; they're classic. Comfortable. But one day, after so many burgers I got a nasty case of food poisoning. My burger had been loading itself with rank pickles."
Jay looked down at his shoes and contemplated a retort but decided it was better for everyone if he stayed silent and let her continue.
Alex took another hit, "So, I ditch burgers. And I'm hungry for a while. Then, one day, I move up. Like, way up. I'm getting motherfucking filet mignon, ya dig? With like, a Caesar salad and mashed potatoes and a fucking lobster. With ice-cream cake for desert. Only, I get this every day for about four months. And suddenly I'm cut off. Back to digging in the dumpsters for dinner. Get it?"
Jay remained silent.
Alex groaned, "Look, I'll put it in terms you can understand. It's like… I had coke, then I had heroin. She was my heroin. The most potent of poisons and all that shit. Only, now I really need a fix but I'm cut off. Back to weed and 'shrooms."
Jay clicked his tongue in his mouth before looking over; an expression of comprehension on his face, "Ohhhh…"
She passed the joint back to him.
Jay took a drag and exhaled through his nose.
Silence consumed them.
Tentatively, almost inaudibly, Alex spoke up, "Is… is this what it was like for you?"
Jay rolled his gaze to her, sitting in contemplative silence for a solid minute before answering.
Jay grinned tightly, "Sucks, don't it?"
Alex closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Yeah… Yeah, man, it does."
End Notes: Hope you liked it. I love the Jay/Alex friendship and it's something I really wanted to expand on. This could be considered in the same 'verse as my other fic, Drunks, Lovers, Sinners, & Saints (which you should totally read – and review!) although it would be about a few years prior. Review and I'll smile and maybe squeal girlishly. It'd make my valentine's day.