Let me in (Jacksepticeye x Introvert!Reader)

Chapter 19

Jack Pov~~

Swipe up 'dem keys. Out 'dat door. Walk ta 'da car. Open 'da-
"Holy Shite!"

I gasp at the smell. This vehicles practically brand new. That new car smell lingered with some sort of zesty berry scent.

My mouth watered slightly. But, why does it smell so good? Does she not use it? Does she care for it alot?

'I guess she only really uses it for big things. I like a girl who can walk' I think as I plop into the drivers seat.

~~time skip to his place~~

I wave at the desk lady. She wore a plain admin shirt and a name tag.

"Hey uh...." I couldn't really read her name "I'm here to get my stuff and leave"

"Yep. I'll start sorting that out, come back and return your key after you've collected all your items" She said with confidence.

'What a professional' I think as I make my way down the hall.

'Arh shite, I stoopid as all arse! What about my car!? Both our cars are here now!'

I open my room and start getting my things as I pull out my phone.

'I never even got her fooking number!?' I harshly shove my phone back into my pocket. It gets caught on my jeans so I have to use both hands, to pull the pocket open, and to slide the phone in. Then violently shake the fook out of it so it remembers not to fooking mess with the boss!

Calm down. Go to your happy place. I imagine a sunset and (Y/n) beside me. Then going on a date. Right focus. Uh but the caaars, which do I take?

"Jack, you done goof'd it" I sigh as I sling my bag strap over my head.

I'll sort it out later, but until then I'll use her car. Note to self: get her number.

*time skip back to house*

"Ah Fook! I was supposed to get ready there! I'm all over the fookin' place!"

I yell as I bang my my head on the stearing wheel. At every bang the word 'idiot' came to mind.

I stopped and sighed loudly.
'Hurting myself isn't going to fix anything'

Getting out of the car and getting my stuff was quick work. Then I walked inside and up the stairs, I had to ask (Y/n) if I can use her shower and such.

I walked up the stairs, calmly, and walked to her door. It was open so, meh, she must be ready.

Turns into bedroom. NOT READY NOT READY!

There she stood, infront of the big closet, in just some shorts and her bra.

I slowly go to turn around but my shoes squeek against the floor. She looks over her shoulder at me and squeeks herself.

She jumped into the closet and only had her head sticking out so she could see me.

(Y/n)s face was a shade of pink that probably hasn't been recorded yet.

"H-How long were you there Jack?" She speaks calmly even though she's mortified.

"Oh-uh-barely five seconds, but I turned around to walk away, S-sorry!" I cover my face with my hands.

"Just wondering if I could get ready here? I forgot...."

"Not in my room your not"
"I mean the bathroom, please?"

"Yeah."
"Mkay"

I walk out the door but stop in the hallway and turn back around. I peer in through the door and see her fall on her bed and scream into her pillow.

I chuckle lightly at this so she can't hear me. Then I walk to the bathroom.

But then I turn back around and walk to her her room again.

"Hey, casual or formal?" I asked out of sight so we can't see eachother.

"Casual, but nice" She calls back. I smile because that's basically my whole wardrobe. I bet it's hers too.

Now, time for that shower.