You Had Me at Hello (Jacksepticeye fic)

4|| He's here!

*edited 1/16/18*

MARK POV

"Babe!" I stepped out of my recording room, waiting for her to come upstairs.

"Um, yeah?" She crept up the stairs, Chica following close behind.

"So Sean got in an accident, and he has a problem so he asked me to go and stay at his house for a week for him and I know this is so sudden and we have to reschedule those dinner plans again and I hope you can understand." I feel so bad, I've had to cancel on her twice now.

"No I get it, he needs you more than I do right now. So, you go have a good time in Ireland, and help Sean get better. I'll be fine here with Chica." She reached down and started to pet her, making her tail wag. So cute. 

"Well, I leave tomorrow at 6 in the afternoon, but knowing LAX I'll have to be out of here probably by 3 or so. We can still go out to lunch together. Wanna do that?"

"Mark, you know I go to work at 10 tomorrow morning and I don't get off until 5. My boss is being a dick lately and I don't want to push it. I'm sorry babe. I promise we'll figure something out. Maybe breakfast?" 

"Sounds great to me. I won't sleep in tomorrow. When 8:30 comes, I'll be ready. I'm gonna head to bed though. Wanna come with?" A smirk grew on my face, making her blush.

"Of course." She stood up from petting Chica, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Let's have a good time." She winked, and for whatever reason I think it's so hot when she does that. 

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The piercing sound of my phones alarm woke me up at 8 in the fucking morning. This is why I can't do morning plans. Despite the overwhelming want to stay warm in my covers, I stood up from our bed, getting dizzy. I made my way to the closet, and picked out some jeans and a nice T-shirt. 

"Ready." I mumbled, walking out of there, rubbing my tired eyes. I made my way to the kitchen, ready for a boost of energy from my coffee. 6 packs of sugar should do it. I heard creaking coming from the stairs, and Amy walked down looking amazingly hot, as always. 

"Well good morning." I walk over to her, giving a hug and a kiss.

"Morning," A smile crept onto her face, "How did you sleep?"

"Great. You?"

"Same. Are you about ready to go? I think we should go to iHop. I am so down with pancakes right now."

"Just gotta get some shoes on and then I think so. But yeah iHop sounds nice. Do you think they're still doing the unlimited stack for like 4 bucks? Because that would be amazing."

"I think so." She slipped on a pair of boots to match her outfit I guess, I don't know I'm not the fashion police or anything. We left, and had an amazing breakfast there. Oh, and yes, they were still doing the unlimited stack for 4 dollars or whatever. Yes. 

We came back home,  and she left for work as I went upstairs to start packing. I personally think that packing is the worst part of traveling. It's just, 'oh here's everything I'll need for the week in one cramped square box'. What if I don't want to wear what I brought? This is why wardrobes are made, ugh. Sooner or later, 3 o'clock came around, so I got in my car and left for the airport.

Being the (definitely totally true fact right here, he makes an estimated 4 million a year but he gives to charity too so:)) rich YouTuber I am, I decided to get the special parking where when I get back, I don't gotta wait for some stupid bus to take me to my car oh yeah.  

As soon as I got on the plane, immediate fatigue just ran over my whole body. Planes always make me tired and I have never understood why. I sat down in my seat, asked for a water bottle and ended up sleeping for almost the entire flight. I hoped that sleeping would help me adjust to the time zones and jet lag a little bit. Leaving at 6 here puts me there around Noon there. Such a time gap.