Note: Raaaa chapter 21 is upon us! Whoooo! This is the chapter where some of Torn's strange post-marital behavior is explained. Really. Don't look at me like that! Really! And there are some more violent swear words in this chapter, so I'm upping the rating just to be safe. Because I don't want on my ass just because I have some language in here.

I don't own Jak and Daxter, I've been saying this for 20 chapters now, and I'll say it again.

On with the show!

Chapter 21 (I want to be 21. You can drink, smoke -not that I would ever, but the fact I legally could would be cool- drive and vote. Whoo!)

"Torn, you've been acting weird lately, ever since I got the flu a while back. Are you alright?" Jak asked. He was in his underwear, laying on the gigantic bed. Torn had grabbed a beer and sat down next to him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Physically, anyway. Just the mental aspect of falling in love and getting married sort of freaked me out a bit, because when I was in the KG, it was sort of drilled into my head that emotions were for girls and sissies. After getting out of the KG, I tried to leave all that bullshit behind, but I guess some of it stuck in my brain. And now, every time you and I get closer, I get scared because I wasn't raised to think the way I do now, and I get scared that this next step will finally be the thing that screws it up for us. And I don't want that to happen. I love you too much." Torn said, looking down ashamedly into his beer. Jak's blue eyes began to water, making them seem an even more brilliant blue. "Oh, Torn..." He said quietly, "Thank you."

"No, Jak. Thank you. You've opened up my eyes, and my heart." Torn took Jak's face in his hands tenderly, and kissed him gently. Jak returned the gentle kiss as a tear slipped down his face. (-Sniff- aww...Must not cry...)

Suddenly a shrill "eep!" caught Torn's attention. Franklin was standing there, his face red and he looked embarrassed as hell. "Oh, sorry, sirs. Didn't mean to interrupt."

"No, it's alright, Franklin. What did you need?" Jak asked, wiping his cheek of the runaway tear. "Um, if you'd like, we start serving dinner in the restaurant below in about ten minutes."

"Thank you." Jak said. Franklin quickly hurried out. "I think we actually scared him." Torn said.

"He was probably just turned on by our sexiness." Jak replied cheekily. Torn lightly punched him in the arm. "Come on, let's go get some dinner. I'm hungry as hell and I didn't eat anything during the wedding. I was nervous enough without food being digested." Torn said, causing Jak to laugh. "What if you'd gotten, like, a gas attack during the wedding and blew a huge fart just as everything was quiet?" He asked, laughing.

"Oh, god, why did I marry a teenager?" Torn wondered playfully. Jak laughed, put on a clean shirt, and clung to Torn's arm on the way down to the dinner area.

"Hey-a, hot stuff. What'll it be?" The ditzy-looking waitress asked Torn, popping her gum bubble. "Ow." Torn mumbled at the sound of the bubble popping right next to his ear. Jak's mouth twitched irritatedly at this ditz calling his husband 'hot stuff'. Torn seemed to be put off as well, but he wasn't about to make a scene in this beautiful hotel. "Just this thing, the er...Jeez." Torn squinted at the menu. "The print on these menus are small." He mumbled. "Just a steak..."

"Coming up! What'll be, honey?" She asked Jak, who's eye twitched at the prospect of anyone other than Torn calling him 'honey', not that Torn called him that anyway, but still...

"Same thing." Jak said quickly. "Alright!" She sauntered away, being sure to swing her hips suggestively at the two of them. "You're right, Torn. The print on these menus are tiny, it's like they're made for insects or something." Torn nodded quickly. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Fine." Torn looked at his menu and again attempted to make out some of the words on it. Jak was looking at him intensely. 'Look at him. It's almost as if...' Jak's eyes widened. "Torn..."

"Yeah?" Jak bit his lip and furrowed his brow. "Could you even read the menu at all?"

Torn looked ashamedly down at the table wordlessly.

End of Chapter 21.

Sorry for ending it so short but I'm tired and I have to start getting ready for school on Wednesday. I'm gonna be a sophomore! Whoo! -Does the sophomore dance-

Plus I wanted to screw with your heads with a cliffhanger. Yes, I am cruel, aren't I?