Bed of roses
By shadows/of/flame
It may not seem like a Jak and Daxter story yet, but it is!
The ominous heat caused him to enter the room, and take his top off, the heat almost dripping down the walls.
He went and plopped into a seat by the table in the middle of the room, and buried his face in his hands.
She wasn't coming back today.
She would be with HIM, who stole his first girl off him, and now he was trying to woo the only girl he could keep by his side.
She was always faithful to him - why doubt her now?
'They are just friends... they can spend time together right?'
There was no point in moping over it for too long, he told himself, and burrowed under the sheets that lay soakingon the couch, only having been washed an hour ago.
The door slid open, in its usual stiff fashion, and a young girl entered, seeing the man lying face first on the couch.
"Torn... you aren't still dwelling on Jak and I's friendship are you?"
He was silent, not wanting to admit the truth to her.
"You are... theres nothing between us, I promise!"
Torn poked his head out from underneath the sheets, regarding that his t shirt was on the other side of the room.
"Torn... please... this is the reason Jak and I broke up... he was accusing me of cheating on him with Errol. I brought you something that may help you!"
She placed a wrapped up package on his stomach, and left him to open it.
Torn unwrapped a corner, and peeked inside.
It was a journal, to write his feelings in.
He grinned as he read the inscription on the inside cover.
'Dear Torn,
I hope you use this well - you really need to get your feelings on paper. Start with your days in the Guard, and work through your life. Then, when you are finished, it can be burned and you can move on from those bad things in your life.
Love always,
Xoxoxoxoxoxox.'
"I'd better get started." he murmured, stealing one of Daxters "Naughty Ottsel' branded pens, and started to write...
