Irish Sweetheart

Chapter 2. The Protector

**Jack's POV**

      I just saw one of the prettiest girl I've seen in a long time, since my girlfriend and I broke up five months ago. Long distance just doesn't work out. We did try though, for four years. That's the best we could do.
      I walk back in my apartment and sit at my computer desk. That girl in the wheelchair. Something about her drew me to her. I don't know if I could go to her though. My secret might scare her away. My secret only some of my friends know. Not even my viewers know about it. They would think I'm crazy. Well, I'm sure some would believe me.
      I turn on my the computer and that girl keeps playing in my mind. Something seems off though. I noticed that black eye she was trying to hide with makeup. Who is hurting her? My stomach pains me when I think of someone laying a hand on her.

      My phone beeps as I get a text
*Beep!* Mark- on my way with Wade! Our flight leaves in 3 hours
Jack- sweet! See ya guys soon then
Mark- don't forget to pick us up at the airport
Jack- I don't drive dude
Mark- oh well, be at your house then xD
Jack- when you get here we need to feed. Also, I saw this girl at Starbucks today
Mark- already hitting that huh?
Jack- dude no! Dx she's wheelchair bound
Mark- whatever floats your boat man. I'm getting "hungry" we need to feed as soon as we get there
Jack- got it
I shut my phone off

      I start up my recording stuff and about to do my video for the day. I wonder if she'll be there tomorrow.

**Her POV**

      I make it home a half hour before Bill gets home, which is enough time to get dinner started. I start boiling the water and add the noodles and start baking meatballs. Been a while since we've had this. I remember mom used to make it a lot. It was my favorite.
I play Jack's video on the laptop as I cook. He's playing the game Happy Wheels and makes me laugh so hard when I watch him.
      I hear the front door slam and, as soon as Bill comes in, Jack in his video screams, "Screw you Billy!". Bill glares at the laptop and slams it shut.                    "Thought I said don't watch that stupid shit anymore." He rages and goes in the dining room and sits down. He reeks of alcohol. I sigh and look at my computer and it still turns on but theres a big crack at the bottom.
      I make our plates and scoot to the dining table and to my spot. Bill looks at his phone and then at his plate and glares at me. "What the hell is this?" He points at the food.
     "Spaghetti and meatballs. It's just like mom made. I thought we'd like it." I take a bite of my food.
      Bill glares at me some more and throws the plate, smashing it against the wall. "I expect you to cook gourmet food, not some redneck dog shit! Clean up this mess!" He gets up and stomps upstairs.
      Screw you Bill, indeed. I sigh and, after I finish eating, I scoot over and clean up his mess and throw it away. I grab my laptop and go upstairs for the night.

* * * * * * *

      When I get downstairs the next morning, Bill is already at work. I am surprised because, if I don't make coffee or breakfast, he wakes me up and screams at me. He must been really busy this morning. I smile quickly getting my laptop and heads off to Starbucks hoping to see my idol.
      I park the car and scoot into Starbucks. Steven isn't working today, and I don't see Jack yet. I scoot to the counter and wave my hand and the older girl smiles at me. "What can I get you?" She asks.
      "Can I get a chocolate hazelnut mocha and a large blueberry muffin please?"
      "Sure. I'll bring it to you when it's ready."
      "Thanks." I smile and put a few bills in the tip jar. I hear some young girls behind me.
      "Really? She doesn't need to move her legs. She can just roll back and get her stuff."
      "Yeah people favor cripples all the time. It's disgusting."
      I just ignore them and go to a table and look at my laptop. I start watching Jack again through my headphones. The lady brings my order and I pay her and sip on my drink while I watch more of Jack's videos.
      After a few minutes the girls and a few boys come over by me. "Oh my gosh. Is she seriously watching a YouTube gamer?" One says. They laugh.
      "Wow, how lame. What's the matter 'wheels'? Can't get up and get your own drinks or play your own games? What a freak." They laugh. I look down, sad. I try not to let these kinds of people bother me, but with Bill constantly being mean, sometimes it gets to me.
      "Hey! That's not very nice!" I hear a voice. I look up and see Jack standing, there glaring at them.
      "Uh, so? Like your better than us because you make videos?" One guy mocks.
      "Uh, excuse me. Who has over four million subscribers, makes money to live on my own from doing things I love and am my own boss? Oh, that's right. It's me. Also, who the hell do you think you guys are picking on a person who needs a chair to move around so she doesn't have to be bedridden and can do stuff on her own. And why pick on her for something she has no control over? No one picks on you for being a dumb blonde, you for being a dumbass jock, and you for liking that band you like. And the workers go out of their way to make things easier for her. Have you ever done something good to help someone? No? Didn't think so, all you guys can go fuck yourselves!" He rants.
      My mouth drops and they don't even reply but they look away and leave quickly. Jack turns and smiles at me. "Hey! I'm Sean! You okay?" He takes a seat next to me. I close my mouth and take my headphones off.
      "Y-yeah. That was amazing. Thank you." I smile and my heart starts racing.
      "No problem. I hate it when people bully others." He smiles and looks at my laptop. "Oooohh. Who is that handsome devil?"
      I chuckle. "Oh. I think his name is Markiplier. He's pretty funny."
      "Oh yeah. Mark is a sexy beast." We both laugh a bit. "So, what's your name?" He gives me a cute smile.
      "Oh I'm (Y/N). It's nice to finally meet you Jack. I love all your videos. They make me laugh and feel happy all the time."
      "Aww thank you! That's very sweet of you. I'm glad I can help, though I don't get why people like me. I'm just a loud obnoxious Irish guy," He jokes and I laugh a bit.
      "Well you're more than that to me." I look at the muffin and I pick it up and make it say "hey do you want a muffin?" I say in a kid like voice.
Jack laughs knowing the reference from a funny YouTube video. "No." He answers.
      "But why won't you let me die?"
We both start laughing and I instantly start feeling much better. This is exactly what I needed.

((author's note: the muffin reference is from a YouTube video from ASDF Movies from Tomska. Very funny!))