Author's Note:
Jynxie: Must...finish...
Muse: Are you--uh...okay?
Jynxie: Type...type...type...Foamy the squirrel!
Muse: Drugs aren't healthy, Jynxie!
Disclaimer: Dreams make you happy! ...Until you wake up...because that's when you realize...that life sucks.
Only As Strong
Chapter 3
Sexism is a Virtue! (Unless there are goodies involved)
Keira was tired. Besides the fact that it was three thiry in the morning, and she had been AWAKE all night. In the freezing cold, one might add.
She was dirty, too; she really wanted a shower. And there was something unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe.
Evil Metal Heads. Evil Jak. Evil, evil, evil!
She--She wanted to just...Just bite them! Or hit...whatever. And make their evil lives hell!
...EVIL!
But in better news. She was on her way home. Home being her as of late filthy garage and upstairs apartment. Man...she still had laundry to do...She had to finish the repairs on Jak's zoomer too. He was racing tomorrow.
"Pssh...I should let him finish up his own damn zoomer. Let him see how frustrating it is!"
She smiled at the small insult. It was so easy to insult someone when they weren't around. Even if it was a little one.
Walking up the stairs to the stadium, she dug through her small pouch for the keys to the garage door.
Keira groaned when her fingers met the ruff bottom.
"Oh, come on! Where are they?" She hissed, praying that she didn't drop them back at the Plumbing Station.
She wouldn't have held back her mouth full of frustration, if it hadn't been for the light aluminating from the garage area. HER garage. Keira gulped.
"What now?" The last thing she needed right now was someone robbing her. Even if all she had was junk.
She sighed deeply, inching her way down the long, dark hallway. "H-hello? Is someone in there?"
No answer.
"H-hey! This is private property! Well--uh...the garage is anyway! So--uh...GET OUT!" Ooo, that was threatening...
She heard crash, and a long string of curses. Holding back the urge to run, she tried to use her most lethal weapon again. Her mouth.
"I--um...have...PEPPER SPRAY! Yeah, what now? Pepper spray, and uh--perfect aim! Don't know what to do now, do ya?!" What? She was a mechanic, not a member of the friggin' mafia.
"Yeah, well...I'm a hero."
Holy crap.
"I--uh, fell asleep, and...I'm sorry I scared you," Jak said nervously, poking his head out to look at Keira.
Holy freakin' crap.
"Wh--What are you doing here?" Was that her voice that sounded so squeaky? "It's almost four in the morning...Jak."
"Well...I got here earlier, but you weren't here, so I decided to wait. And fell asleep." Was that it? But how--?
"How'd you get in? I could've swore that I locked up."
"Oh, you did, but...uh...You gave me a key, remember?" Oh...so that's what happened to it...
She giggled, "That's right I did, didn't I?"
WAIT! Giggled?! Wasn't she supposed to be mad at this guy? Why wasn't she kicking his sorry ass? She needed to kick it now! Now, dammit!
"Yeah, well...I meant to suprise you, but..." Jak went back inside, motioning for her to follow.
Suprise her? With what--WAIT! She didn't want to know! She wanted to kick his ass, remember?! He deserved it! He really did! He...
Damn curiousity...She followed.
"Jak, I--"
"Happy birthday, Keira," Jak said smiling, placing something in her hand, "I meant to wake you at twelve...for, you know...some kind of romantic impact...but like I said...You weren't here, so..."
Keira blinked. Birthday?
Crap...She forgot her own birthday. How stalkerish can you be to forget your own damn birthday?
She sighed, and opened her hand. Her breath caught in her throat.
What the hell?
It was beautiful...
"Jak...I-I don't know what to say..."
Jak laughed, "Maybe...A thank you, or you're the best? Come on, I was nervous enough to just come over here."
Screw Metal Head mating season! It was a horribly educational scene that she walked in on, anyway!
So she kissed him. She kissed that horrid little ass of a man. Who ignored her, played on her curiousity, and made her logic a living hell, and...
...Who was really warm...
...And Daxter snapped a picture to sell to Torn...
The day was good!
Author's Note:
Jynxie: I so suck at endings. They make no sense! God, they BURN!
Muse: Wait--Why would Torn want a picture of Jak and Keira kissing? And didn't you state in like Ch. 1 that the Metal Heads were cleared out of the Plumbing Station?
Jynxie: Eh...blackmail issues...and you know how some animals have like...mating grounds? Well, that explains it...Now, back to the BURNing.
Muse: (rolls eyes) Right. And why did you write this again? This dreaded thing that makes absolutely NO sense?
Jynxie: Inspiration's a horrible thing...It comes and goes...And strikes you when you least expect it. The bastard. Now...focus on the BURNing, man!
Muse: Oh...that's just hurtful.
Jynxie: No, its hot...BURNing equals hot!
Muse: I'm not listening!
Jynxie: It's HOT, Muse!
Muse: (ignoring Jynx) R&R, plz...It feeds the homeless! ... (Not really, it's just for perks...but still!)