(Author's Note): Hello internet (i'll keep it short, like this story)

This is going to be the first fanfic I've ever written, and I've decided to do it for Jak and Daxter! It's probably going to act as a sort of beta test for my fanfiction writing skills, as I'm not sure if this is what I want to continue doing or not. I'm obviously new to this whole thing, but I still want to hear all the criticism I can get, so BRING IT ON! I'll start to make a profile about myself if this catches your interest.

See ya!


I've had so many years, too many chances, to tell him how I feel.

Why did I try to wait, for all the Precursors gave me, for so long, just for the right moment to tell him. At least back then I would have had some chance to maybe...

I mean sure, I didn't have any winning complexion, back at Sandover, and I was never really the strongest kid either. But dammit, Jak and I had been best friends for years, ever since the day we meet, and nothing ever could or would separate the two of us, ever. I would always be Jak's voice, since he never talked that much, and he would always be the pretty face.

Heh

I guess I just thought that any positive reaction towards it at the time would be near damn impossible. Like I said before, not really a winner in the looks here, and I definitely would have been given a LOT more bruises and cuts, from getting my ass kicked from the other kids, without Jak always being by my side. I remember all the times that he would pull me up from the ground,or up onto a speedboat after nearly drowning for the millionth time. All the times he would stand in front of me, up against some of the nastiest kids I'd ever always cared about me, and I would always care about him too.

A lot more than he would of realized.

But then things had to get all messed up, didn't it? Any chance that I had before is now gone, replaced by the orange and furry ottsel body that stays with me today. An incident with dark eco, nasty stuff, Jak and the others went to hell and back to change me back, they even went all the way to Gol and Mia's citadel for help, but nothing could help my condition. It was all hopeless.

Now what do I do? Go ahead and tell Jak that I, a two feet tall bundle of orange fur that resembles closely to a rat, love him. Sure, I might act all confident and suave to everyone else, especially the ladies, but even I realize that NOBODY can take a rat seriously. I'll always get a number of amused looks from different people, they see it as some sort of show. But I don't care because that's what it is.

I love Jak.