A/N: Woo, been contemplating this one for a while. It's going to be long and fun, or so I hope, if you all review -hint hint- and give me a reason to keep on going. And you'll just have to guess who the final pairings are gonna be, but basically, this an AU story, of a high school, with the cast of Jak & Daxter, Jak 2, and Jak 3… once I actually buy Jak 3, which will probably at Christmas so… and new characters will make guest star appearances or something. But for now, it's a story of teenage hormones, acne, and poor ickle Jak having everyone get the hots for him. Madness, drinking, flirting, fighting and all around sillyness ensues.
Possible pairings: Daxter/Jak, Torn/Jak, Sig/Jak, Torn/Erol, Erol/Jak Torn/Daxter
Disclaimer: Do not own it, never will.
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Was he hearing buzzing, or was that just his head and the excruciating pain it was in? Jak opened his eyes, blinking around at the bright surroundings he was in. It was a rather childish looking room, tokens of youth littered everywhere, an old beat up soccer ball and a plastic sword blade that had been torn out of the equally plastic hilt. But there were also other signs of growing up, proven by the very large pair of shorts that were almost underneath his nose, and a few Metallica and ACDC posters stapled sloppily to the white walls that had a few blemishes here and there. There was also a desk in the corner of the room, covered with dirty laundry since it's owner obviously found no reason to use it. The floor was dotted with clothes hangers and more dirty clothes, the sliding door of the closet halfway open and displaying the monstrous mess within. And on a nightstand next to the bed, an alarm clock was buzzing.
Daxter's room.
Jak sat up, groaning softly and squinting in pain at the bright light that streamed from the window behind him. He slapped a hand on the alarm clock to shut it off, and then let his hand drop to his side. He'd been sleeping on the floor in Daxter's room… and that wasn't necessarily an uncommon thing for him to do, but with the pulsing pain in his head, he could guess why. He threaded his hand through his long, two toned hair, the prickling of his hairs rising from his skull slightly soothing, though only for a few brief seconds. He sat still a while, acclimating himself to light. Once he could open his eyes and withstand the pain it brought, he turned slightly, looking over his shoulder. And just as he predicted, there was Daxter, sprawled over his bed, looking about to fall off of it, out cold. Jak smiled slightly at his friend who was lying with his head tipped back over the edge of the bed, his mouth hung open as the back of one of his hands touched the ground. Being the nice guy and good friend he was, Jak gently pushed him further onto the bed so he didn't get an unpleasant awakening from the ground. He then stood, stumbling out of the room to go to the kitchen and find some aspirin, come back, wake Daxter, then take a shower and hope there was enough time for them to hobble to school. He entered the kitchen, which had small, yellowy white tiles for flooring and wooden counter tops that were fairly worn down. Yet it had a fairly homey feel to it, anyway.
Jak ambled over to the sink, reaching into the cabinet above it and groping about for the bottle of aspirin. He knew this house as well as his own by now, if not better, so he found the aspirin quickly and got himself a glass of water, taking two of the pills and leaving it out for Daxter. He knew the poor guy usually drank more then he did, and would probably be having a worse hang over then he was. He went back to Daxter's room, and shut the blinds to the window, so Daxter wouldn't get such a harsh awakening as he did. Jak was just such a nice guy. He then took Daxter by the shoulders, shaking him gently.
"Dax… Hey Dax, wake up." Jak muttered, shaking Daxter a bit more till the red haired boy's eyes finally blinked open slowly. Jak grinned at him hazily, speaking softly, since it hurt his head just as much as it would Daxter's. "Got to go to school… I'm gonna take a shower, aspirin's on the counter." Jak muttered before moving away and over to Daxter's closet, opening it and disregarding the mess on the ground that was probably home to numerous small creatures. He reached onto the shelf above the pole holding up all Daxter's clothes and back into the corner where he kept a few of his own clothes stashed for times like these. He plucked out a shirt, a pair of Daxter's baggier pants, since he couldn't find any of his own, and a pair of his boxers. He then went off to go take a quick shower, knowing there probably wasn't a lot of leisure time before they had to sprint to school, or call Keira to come and pick them up, which would probably be the most likely course of action.
He took a quick shower that lasted twenty minutes at most, feeling a bit better after soaking in the cold water. Though he tried to go as quick as he could, since Daxter would want in once he realized the time. Daxter always stressed about getting to school on time ever since he'd racked up so many tardies that the damned attendance woman threatened to give him in-school suspension. So he came crawling out as fast as he could, seeing that Daxter was rushing about, already, and getting everything ready that he could without having taken a shower first. And Jak found that Daxter had already shoved the phone into his hands. He was going to get the honors of calling his cousin to pick them up… lovely.
So Jak did call Keira, grudgingly, since predictably she answered the phone in a high perky, high-pitched voice. He explained the situation, begged, pleaded and bribed her until she finally agreed to come and pick them up. But "Only because I don't want to drive past you and Daxter in Daxter's run down little go-kart, crashed and burning to high heavens." Jak would have stood up for Daxter and his little car that was the love of his life, though his head hurt too badly to do so.
When Daxter came out, dressed and ready to go, Keira was not there yet, so they decided to sit down on the couch and breathe easy. Since Keira's father and Jak's uncle was the principal of the school, so she could never afford to be late and get away with it. Daxter was relaxing beside his best friend, breathing in deep and looking over at Jak, whose eyes were half closed.
"'Ey, Jak, what do you think we did last night?" He asked, a bit worriedly. Daxter always ask that same nervous question after he and Jak got drunk, and Jak might have started to wonder why, since he wasn't an idiot, he knew Daxter was afraid that he might of said or done something that he'd like to keep secret. But seeing as how even though they were lifelong, best friends, they weren't entirely open with each other, Jak didn't ask. Daxter would tell him if he really wanted to. Though the truth was Daxter had for a long time been hoping after Jak in secret, though was always a bit frightened by the emotion, and kept it well hidden by flirting madly with any girl to walk by him. And since Jak didn't really have anyone at the moment, Daxter wasn't in an all out rage to steal him away or have him now, though that obsession was always there, whether he liked it or not. And every time they got drunk, he was always afraid he might have said something about it. Jak only shrugged, clueless to Daxter's little secret, and clueless to what they did last night.
"I dunno, Dax, I think I drank too much. But I'll tell you one thing for sure. I'm not drinking on a Sunday ever again." He said, with a slight grin at Daxter, who laughed, grinning too.
"Hey, d'ya think maybe we'll go to hell for drinking on a Sunday?" Daxter asked, laughing.
"No, I think it will be hell enough going to school with a hangover." Jak said, thoughtfully, and both boys shuddered, one particular person coming to mind. "Tess." The muttered in unison, fearing the girl bouncing on over to them the moment they arrived in their first class and screaming a hello. It made them both swallow hard.
Oh boy.
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Daxter: I'm human! -dances-
Jak: …I'm pretty!
Daxter: ...Damn you
Jak: Honestly, who doesn't want my sexy ass?
That was a short chapter… And I don't think I quite characterized Daxter right… and it seems to drag along…but I haven't written in so long… Just take a look at my yui-gi-oh! fic… see the progress between year one, which is when I wrote the first chapter, and year 2, when I wrote the second. xD I'm so lazy.. But fear not! Longer chapters will come! And better written ones…If people review. I'm thinking of making Dark Jak a separate character… like Jak's long lost brother… named Jake! Ahaha, I crack myself up. But don't worry Dark Jak fans, he will appear, as Jak's alter ego if not his own person.
Hints for next chapter: Daxter and Torn get in a fight… then Jak and Erol get in a fight… Jak and Daxter run from Tess and Praxis is a P.E. teacher. Tune in next time, kiddies!