Note: You know, I like this fic too much to end it now. Plus, I have one dedicated reviewer (Thank you, Death is Painless, and I hope you stick around through the whole thing!) and I don't want to let my loving fans down. On with the show!
Chapter TEN (And it doesn't end here!)
Jak and Torn were arguing. Not the simple, "Did you leave my underwear in the wash" kind of arguing. Oh, no. This arguing got to the volume point as Jak's voice became hoarse and gravelly from the yelling and he and Torn sounded very similar.
"-a stupid bimbo bitch and you know it!"
"It is not my fault I care too much about you to let you go out there!"
"And what about all the other times I've been out there? You didn't seem to care then!"
"That's in the past, Jak! The past! Stop living in it!"
"Maybe the past is where I was the happiest."
"You don't mean that, and you know it!"
"Maybe I do!" Jak turned on his heel, grabbed his gun, and walked out of the Hideout, into the crossfire between the KG's and the Metal Heads. Torn replied, "Fine! Go die out there! I'm not going to be the one cleaning it up when you get shot!" he yelled roughly. With cold eyes, Torn turned sharply and stomped off, like a child. "God, Jak, why are you doing this to me? How are you doing this to me?" He asked the sky softly. He looked out the window and saw carnage. Pure carnage outside that one small window. "Oh, God...Jak's going to die out there...Why did I say those things? I didn't mean them..." Torn ran outside without even so much as grabbing his pistol.
Meanwhile, Jak was slowly becoming overwhelmed by guards and Metal Heads. "Why did I get myself into this? Why didn't I just stay inside like Torn told me to? I'm going to die out here, it's going to be all my fault..." Jak said to himself. Suddenly, a Metal Head lunged at him. He was too quick for Jak to react, and Jak closed his eyes and waited for the pain to knock him out. It never came, and instead a gravelly yell of, "Stay the hell away from my boyfriend!" took it's place. A dull thump and a pair of blue eyes opening, and all Jak saw was the fabric of Torn's shirt as Torn held him protectively. "God, Torn, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. God, I feel like a friggin' idiot." Torn held Jak tighter, as if he could disappear at any moment. "I'm the one feeling like an idiot. I care so much about you, and...Oh, God, Jak, just please, come back inside." Jak nodded into Torn's shirt. Torn led Jak back inside. "I shouldn't have gone out there, you were right. I put my life on the line over a stupid fight." Torn laid Jak's head in his lap and made soothing sounds. "Just calm down, and go to sleep. Everything will be resolved in the morning." Jak shook his head. "I can't sleep now. Not with all this guilt."
"Let go of your guilt, it's not worth it." Torn whispered, kissing Jak lightly on the lips. Jak returned the kiss, a tear rolling down his tanned face. "Don't cry, Jak, it's my fault."
"I'm not crying because of that. I'm crying because I'm so happy someone actually cared enough to put their life on the line for me." Jak smiled and wiped away his tears. "Jak, I know it's early, and I know we're young, but I have something I think I need to ask." Torn stood up and walked away. "Torn?"
"Hold on a second." Torn came back.
"Torn, what are you doing, and what is that?" Torn smiled warmly as he held out a small box. He opened the box slowly. "Oh, my, God..."
END OF CHAPTER TEN!
Oh my God I left you with a cliffhanger!!! Even though it's a very obvious cliffhanger...
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