Note: Torn is way out of character in this damned fic... but love will make you that way, I guess. Anyway, 20th chapter, holy crap. If it weren't for you reviewers, I would never have gotten this far. Thank you, and I hope you continue to coax my lazy ass out of bed in the future. Ah, the world of fan-fiction. Veni Vidi Vici! (I came, I saw, I conquered!) All will bow down to the almighty power of...I'llMeetYouThisSaturday! Hmm... maybe I need a scarier username... Alright, I've got it! My username is now ElvisInMyFridge, after my favorite Foamy the Squirrel short, Drugs in Your Head, where the quote goes, "... So I have some snot on my upper lip, BIG DEAL! At least I'm not seeing Elvis in my refrigerator!"

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On with the show!

Chapter 20 (A benchmark of sorts, is it not? -Has horrible memories of school- Oh god... the Benchmark Test... Make it go away, Mommy!)

Torn stopped the Zoomer short when the realization of his marriage finally gripped his mind. "Whoo-aah!" Jak cried out from the passenger seat. He gripped the side for dear life. "Torn, what are you doing? We're stopped in the middle of the road, here."

"I-I'm married."

"Yes, we established that in the church. Now can we please get moving? Our transport leaves at ten and there are angry people beeping behind us." Jak said, looking back to a bunch on angry townsfolk yelling, beeping, cursing, and waving fists. Torn blinked blankly. "Oh, forget it. Seat swap!" Jak exclaimed, pulling Torn into the passenger seat and slipping into the driver's seat. He put the Zoomer in gear and sped off. Torn blankly stared ahead. "Torn? Are you okay, there, babe?" Jak asked concernedly, pulling over and waving his hand in front of Torn's face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... it's a bit much to take in right now." Torn mumbled. "Well, if you're alright..." Jak said, putting the Zoomer back into gear and speeding off towards the Port, where a transport (appropriately painted white for the occasion) was waiting to take them to their tropical paradise of a honeymoon location. The gang had already sent most of their stuff to the hotel. All that was in the Zoomer were a few extra pillows, two suitcases, and the goofy top hats Jak and Torn were wearing at the wedding and reception.

"Torn, come on, we're here." Torn finally snapped back to reality as the transport touched down on a beautiful tropical beach. "Wow." was all Torn had to say.

"I know, it's so beautiful here. You almost never want to leave." Jak said, looking dreamily at his husband-slash-wife-slash-whatever-you-frigging-want-to-call-it. "It is." Torn agreed. "Well, let's go! The guys have reserved a luxury suite for us!"

"Wow!" Torn said, with more enthusiasm. He ran after Jak into the hotel. The clerk immediately looked up and smiled. "Oh, you must be the new couple in the presidential suite! Right this way, sirs! Franklin!" A young, pasty teen with scraggly dirty-blonde hair came tumbling out of nowhere. "Take these young men's bags up to the luxury suite 1450, won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Franklin squeaked out, his pubescent voice cracking comically. The woman smiled and continued her work. Franklin picked up the suitcases and pillows and carried them to the elevator with Jak and Torn hovering close behind, their goofy hats back in place on their heads.

"Oh, you two are gonna love it here, guys. We've got two indoor swimming pools, one outdoor one, two tennis courts and a basketball court, a gun range for those a bit trigger happy,"

Jak snickered. Torn lightly elbowed him in the ribs.

"A hot tub near all three pools, and one in your room, sirs, and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up, there, big guy. Did you say we get a hot tub in our room?" Jak said.

"You do! It's a big one."

"Cool." Jak said, the teenager that he was grinning. "Oh, boy." Torn mumbled.

"Anyway! You also get full access to everything, and there are seminars in art, music, creative writing, and cooking down in the lobby."

"Wow, this place has everything!" Jak exclaimed. "Well, here we are!" Franklin said. The doors opened to reveal a beautiful room, decked out in luscious colors of rich velvet. (Oh god, I'm drooling writing this description...!) The bed was gigantic, seemingly made for a couple of giants with room to spare. Jak's mouth was wide open as he looked at it all. "Jak, close your friggin' mouth, you're going to catch flies." Torn said, with a slight laugh. Jak shut his jaw with a clack as his teeth hit together. "But I can understand. This is amazing."

"I'll leave you guys to explore the room." Franklin said. Jak slapped a tip into his hand. "Thank you, sir!" Franklin dropped the items in his arms on the floor and went back down the elevator. "How did the guys pay for this?"

"I don't know, but it's awesome." Torn replied to Jak's inquiry. "I want to go in the hot tub." He said matter-of-factly. He immediately pulled off his tuxedo jacket and shirt, followed by his pants. He stood in his boxers. "You're going hot-tubbing in your boxers?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Let me join you!" Torn said with newfound enthusiasm.

It was hours before they came out of the hot tub.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY.

Jesus Christ, 20 chapters. Someone pinch me. IT WAS RHETORICAL, JUICE, GET AWAY FROM ME. Anyway, leave some reviews, but don't you dare flame, because it shows a narrow-minded side of you that no one wants to be around. So if you don't like, why are you even reading, you sick bastard?