Never Lose Hope (Septiplier/MarkiplierxJacksepticeye)

Chapter 4: Where'd You Go?

When I woke up, I found Joanne up already and in the kitchen, face done beautifully with a make-up I'd never seen on an Irish girl. Taking the opportunity I could see, I slipped up behind her, wrapping my hands around her waist and kissing her neck. She laughed, then told me morning, and to sit down.

I did as she said and sat down at the dining table, grimacing at the state of my kitchen. There was mess absolutely everywhere, and I couldn't even see the benchtops because they were covered in ingredients and tupperware.

"Babe, what exactly is it that you're making?"

"Just some dumplings," she replied sweetly, her voice like sugar. I grinned.

"All this mess just for dumplings?"

The Korean girl turned on her heel and glared playfully at me.

"Family recipe, originated from Japan," Joanne stated, stirring something in a pan that smelt delicious. "By the way, I used pretty much all of your ingredients. You didn't even have half of my mother's kitchen!"

I chortled, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Yeah, things get pretty lonely here. Sorry if I spoiled your dumplings."

She merely shook her head, trotting over to me and kissing my cheeks before returning to cooking.

When she was done, Joanne served it on two plates; about six or seven on each. I licked my lips at the delicious syrup scent that wafted from them and dug in. My girlfriend smiled at my liking of them and began to scarf them down herself.

We'd both finished our breakfast and were chatting about our plans, and I thought back to YouTube. I'd nearly completely ran out of videos to upload... Maybe I should record more later? Possibly even co-op with Mark, to make things less tense between us. That had been eating on my mind for a while now.

"Sean! Were you listening?"

Snapped from my daze, I blinked at the Korean who sat before me, staring innocently at me with those beautiful, entrancing eyes.

"Yeah, of course," I mumbled, shamefully fidgeting with my fingers.

"Good, what's your answer?"

'An answer!? Oh fuck, what did she say? Okay, don't fuck up, Sean, don't even-'

"Yes! Obviously," I laughed, nervously.

'You motherfucker.'

"Great!" She cried out, grabbing the house keys and kissing my forehead. I licked my lips, wetting them so I didn't look so dumbfounded. "See you when I get back from shopping, make sure you clean everything,"

'What have you done..?'

I spent the whole day cleaning. Back-aching, chemical-inhaling, cleaning. All for her.

I sighed, going to the loungeroom and laying down, watching as my chest rose and fell heavily.

From a chest of drawers that was stocked up with batteries, mice, keyboard and more, I grabbed out my editing Laptop and connected to my internet, soon logging on to Skype. Something that would help pass the time would be to talk to Mark. 'But would he want to talk to you? I mean, think of how rudely you left him last time...'

My mouse hovered over the call button, and I frowned. If it was twelve here, it'd be four in the morning there. Groaning, I rolled over on the couch, thinking about it.

'It said he was online. I could so easily press it... Maybe I shouldn't, incase he's-'

There was a calling sound. The one Skype makes when some calls you.

I read the contact info and grinned, almost from ear-to-ear. It was Mark.

I answered the call, a giant smile, strong as set concrete on my face.

"Hey, Markimoo!"

"Hey, Jackarooney! I missed you! What're you doing?"

"I could ask you the same question, mister I-stay-up-until-four-AM-and-then-call-my-friend-out-of-the-blue!"

"Or for short, doofus!" Mark laughed, and I joined in. "So, you're not pissed at me anymore?" He asked, his voiced laced with sorrow.

"Well," I grumbled, thinking back to the event. It still sort of irked me, but not enough to be pissed off. "Guess not."

From there, we began to talk and talk, until it became 4PM for me, and 8AM for him. That's when I got a text message.

"Hold on, Mark, phone's a callin'."

He excused me and I ran off through the house, finding my phone and jumping back on the couch.

"Who was it?" Mark asks, his deep voice curious.

"It was... Joanne." I murmured, losing my ever-draining happiness, not believing what I was reading.

'HELP SEAN THIS GUY IS TAKING ME SOMEWHERE IM FREAKING OUT COME HELP PLEASE!!!'

A/N: Hahah! New chapter! Much longer... I think? What do you think of it? Is Joanne being kidnapped? Where's she being taken? :o Who will have to help Jack out? c; I'll probably update soon! :D Peace~