Chapter 17

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'Name: (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)
Age: (25-27, I guess)
Birthday: (Yep. The date it is goes right on here)
A little about me:
I'm a little shy at first, but really like getting to know people. I can be distant at times, staying social is weird cause I'm usually inside. Some people say nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?'

Smiling at your work you stand and walk over to Jack. Tapping his shoulder and spinning him around, you trade papers.

He offers you to read his aloud so you do. Clearing your throat, you put on a pretty good Irish accent (unless your terrible then oh well) and begin.

"Seàn William McLoughlin. 28 years of age, born on the 7th of February 1990 in Ireland. Just so you know; I'm the sexiest and most energetic youtuber out there, also known as Jacksepticeye. But, I want someone special to know me and for me to know them. I wasn't looking for love, but she yanked a ponytail-ed bitch and ran off into the sunset, with me by her side"

As you finish reading it, you note that he 'wasn't looking for love', but she yanked a bitch and ran with him.

'That's totally me'

"That's sweet Jack"
"Can I read yours now?" He asks. You say yes and he begins reading in his 'sexy voice'.

"My name is (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)-that's a gorgeous name-
I'm (26-28) and still looking fabulous. Having been born on the blessed day of (date) and bringing so much more beauty into this world"

"Jack~ Stawp, just read it"
"What? I'm just reading the facts, it's writen on paper and everything"

"I'm a little shy at first, but really like getting to know people, because if I weren't shy, everyone would know me. I can be distant at times, staying social is weird cause I'm usually inside, even though I can run pretty fast and yank some pony-tails." His whole mood shifts as his eyes scan the next line. He looks up from the paper and into your eyes.

"Some people say nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?" He speaks it so sweetly. Every syllable laced with truth and meaning.

He reaches and holds your hand. His eyes flicker to the desk where his phone is setup and recording.

'Must have charged it...

-RECORDING!'

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