Let me in (Jacksepticeye x Introvert!Reader)

Chapter 13

As the sun breaks the horizon, light pierces through the curtains....and directly into your eyes.

It could have gone aywhere else but NO! RIGHT IN THE EYES!

But besides that, you clench your eyes shut before peering up at the ceiling.

'Wait a minute?' You look to your right and there's no Jack.

"Was it...all a dream?" You whisper to yourself. Your eyes start to tear up. He was your only friend, and he was fake?

As you sit up you look over the side of the bed to see only your shoes.

"B-but?" You look for your phone; to check the date. But it wasn't there. It can't have been a dream then.

You can't be sure though. You have left your phone alone before. There arn't any annoying siblings or parents that could look on it.

Like, your not even doing anything wrong but they wanna look at every frickin thing you do.

"Jack?" You voice out into nothing-ness.

"(Y/n), breaky!"

"JACK!" You shout in excitement. You don't even pause at all. Flinging the blankey off and jumping out of bed, you slide across the floor in your socks.

You end up hitting the wall and tripping down a few steps but it doesn't matter.

You feel tears of joy spike as you hear a plate in the kitchen. You see Jack standing over the sink and run at him.

Man, this guy is the only reason you move over 1km an hour.

You go to stop but your socks betray you as you smash into his back. You take your chance and hug him from behind.

"Oh my gosh! Never do that to me again!" You squeeze him tight.

"What did I do?" He laughs and hugs your arms around his waist.

"You left me! I never want to be alone again....you won't leave me right. Are you? You have to right?"

"Don't worry, well always be together. And I don't really have to go home right away, Robin has pre-made videos he can post"

"Promise?" You mumble into his back.

"I promise! Now let go and eat, I'm worried for you"

"Okay" You let go of Jack and walk towards the table. But your stomach clenches in pain before you can make even a few steps.

"Stop being hungry so I can walk!" You whisper shout and punch yourself in the gut. And like magic, it stopped.
"You bich, stop hurting when I punch you, stupid stomach"

Jack laughs behind you. You turn and glare at him. Jack grabs your elbow and guides you to the table, then he places a plate infront of you.

On the plate is (what ever you can make breakfast with with the ingredients you have. Cause I sure as heck don't really have pancake ingredients laying around). You smile and eat some.

'Omg a cooked meal. Not cup noodles or take-away!'

"Thank-you Seà-"
"Jack"
"Jack"

"Why don't you like being called by your other name?" You ask Jack.

"Well, I'm just so used to be called Jack. It's not so serious"

"Hmmm?" My inner phychiatrist wanted to ask some more questions.

"What about when your fans call you Seàn?"

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's nice, sometimes, cause I feel like their talking or thanking me. Not someone else, like an image"

"And your fangirls? Would you say that they love internet Jack, or real life Seà-Jack?"

"Internet Jack" He mumbles.
He looks down at his plate and stands from the table. He grabs it and starts walking around the table.

You grab his sleeve as her passes so he stops. He turns to you and you smile.

"I like real life Jack" As you tell him this his smile appears and washes away any guilt you felt.

He notices your finished plate so he leans down to pick it up. As he leans infront of you, you give him a small peck on the cheek. Jack freezes in his place and you giggle.

"Thanks Seàn" You stand and start walking back to your room. A small blush on your face.

"I said call me....Seàn" Jack sighs as he takes the dishes back to the sink. But you calling him Seàn makes his smile linger longer.

At this moment Jack remembered that you kissed him on the cheek.

He turns around and fist pumps the air. He does some random karate moves and then does a back flip. Nah Jk. He did a front flip. (Still jk).

Your Pov~~

'OMG! WHAT DID I JUST DO!'

Internally freaking out, but on the outside I'm as fin as a fiddle.