Note: Have you noticed my chapters getting progressively shorter and shorter? Well, I'm going to reverse that. Or at least try. My word processing program sucks. A lot. No word count. I'll have to go on eyesight.

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On with the show before my brain starts to bleed.

CHAPTER TWELVE (Ahh...I remember 12...such a simpler time. 15 sucks SO much... What with Puberty and all...)

Torn tried to go through in his head how he was going to explain something like this to Samos without Samos' head exploding. "Well?" The elderly green man snapped, "I'm waiting."

"Um, well, you see..."

"It's really a long story..." Samos was not impressed. "Tell me or I sic a bunch of overgrown weeds on you to choke the living-"

"Alright, alright!" Torn interrupted. "Well, you know how I've been keeping Jak from going on missions?"

"Yeah..."

"And making up pathetic excuses to do so?"

"Yes..."

"Well, it's not...I mean, it's because..." Samos was getting a huge kick out of seeing Torn stumble over his words like a child. "Well, Jak is...and I am...well, um..." Torn tapped his fingers against the bed frame, thinking of the right words to say to the old log-headed man. "Oh, screw it. Jak and I are getting married." Samos began to laugh hysterically. "That's a good one! I thought you just said you boys were getting married! Oh, goodness, I must have gotten sap in my ears!" He noticed the look on Torn's face. "Oh. You're serious. Well." Samos coughed uncomfortably. It wasn't that he was upset that Jak was gay, oh, no. He'd known the boy was gayer than a three-dollar bill for a very long time. He was just stuck in an awkward place, not expecting him to be married. To Torn. "That's awkward." He mumbled. Jak was blushing profusely, the scarlet red of his cheeks clashing with his green-blonde hair horribly. He had his face in his hands, embarrassed as hell for Torn blurting something like that out. I mean, telling it to Samos? It was like telling it to the entire City; Samos couldn't keep a secret. Samos gave a lopsided half-grin. "Well, as long as you're happy." Torn rolled his eyes at the change; just 20 minutes ago Samos was strangling him with a stick and now he's all calm and happy. Made Torn sort of wonder what kind of weirdo drugs the little green man was smoking. Samos walked away mumbling under his breath. "Well, as long as that's over." Torn said. Jak was silent. "Jak? Are you ok?" Jak looked up with an uncharacteristic death glare on his face. "Hey, I'm sorry, but he wasn't going to go away unless I-"

"Shut up." Jak snapped. He stood up and walked away. "Jak? Jak!" Torn called after him. "Jak, what's wrong?" Torn asked, following Jak.

"What's wrong? What's WRONG? I wanted this to be special. To be happy. To see you stumble over your words like a little kid, to see you too embarrassed to tell Samos the truth...Don't you love me, Torn?" Torn looked genuinely hurt. "Jak, this is a huge deal for me. I've never even had a steady partner, I've never been married. It's normal; Jak, I'm nervous, even you have to see that! Of course I love you, I'm just a little bit nervous about telling everybody."

"Telling it to Samos was telling it to everybody. Only a matter of time before some random unknown woman comes bursting in here with a poster of one of us and starts busting the other's balls about this. Samos is a terrible secret-keeper." Jak said. He went into a random storage room and locked the door behind him, shutting Torn out. Torn stood at the locked door, staring at it, tears forming in his eyes. "Jak, for God's sake. I do love you!"

"Then show it once and a while!" Jak called, his voice slightly muffled by the door. "Jak..." Torn whispered.

END OF CHAPTER TWELVE.

Awwww...Jakkie's upset. Let's see if some Torn luvvin' can fix this mess. Join us for chapter 13! Ooooh, 13. Unlucky. Let's see if Torn's lucky enough to survive chapter 13. -cheesy psudo-ghost noises-