Loud Irish Asshole

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"Thank you so much for watching, I really appreciate your support. If you want more videos like this, comment down below and leave a like. I will see you in the next video. Bye bye!" I waved energetically at the camera before turning it off. I just got done recording a fan made game, but...I feel a little off. I recorded this on my couch because my computer chair broke, but that's not it. I feel like I messed something up.

Sighing, I sat back up and shook the feeling off. I'll be fine. I'll just go to bed after I edit this...

After I finish editing my video, I uploaded it and jumped on my bed. I'm only in my boxers, because FUCK PANTS! Who needs them, anyway? I only wear them when I'm out in public. I take off my glasses and set them on my nightstand next to my Warfstache and Tiny Box Tim. He always makes me smile!

I have a pretty big bed for just me, a queen. A queen for a queen, right? But sometimes I wish I had someone to share it with, but then I'd feel like I'm not paying enough attention to them because of YouTube. Don't get me wrong, I love being a YouTuber, but a love interest would be nice. You know what? I need a drink.

After I put my glasses back on, I grab a beer from the refrigerator and chug it.

Before I know it, I'm on my fourth. I decide to pour out the other half and go to bed before I do anything stupid. I fall on my side, limp on the bed once again. Just another night. Just then I get a text from...Sean? As in Jacksepticeye, that is.

"Jackaboy: Hey m8, I'm in the area and need a place to stay. Can I crash at your place?"

I should probably reply in the morning, so I don't say anything too stupid - wait, he needed a place to stay now.

"Me: Sure. FYI I'm a little drunk so sorry if I seem out of it" I read it over twice to make sure that I don't sound odd and hit send.

"Jackaboy: Heh, can I join you when I get there? I could use a drink."

"Me: Surr thing bro"

Whoops. As soon as I hit send, someone, I'm guessing Sean, knocks on my door. Before I reach the door, I get a great idea. Hehe. As I open it, and immediately cling to the door frame.

"Woah there, Mark. How many did you have?"

You see, the thing about me being drunk is that my brain works perfectly fine, but my body and mouth refuse to cooperate. But I'm just a little tipsy, I think I can control myself. "I, erm... Thr-five maybe?" I smile drunkenly up at the bearded Irishman.

"I think I need my promised beer," Sean replies with a laugh. I move to the side and he steps in, leaving his two bags inside the front door. He pops the top and takes a sip. "Hey Mark, do you want me to sleep on the couch?" I admit, I have a slight crush on Sean. I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual.

"Err, my couch is a shit suuubstitute furr a bed. Just sleep in my bed with me~" I interrupted myself with a hiccup. I giggled and attempted to pull his bags to my room. I fell on my backside, of course. "Hehe, look Sean! I fell on my butt!" I giggled before steadying myself on the island in the kitchen.

Sean sighed and smiled down at me. "Alright dude. Let's get to bed." He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed and squirmed. He arrived at my bed and attempted to put me down, but I had something else in mind, so I held onto his neck. Bringing him down with me, there was only centimeters between our lips. I lifted my neck up a little, held his head in my hands, and pecked him on the lips, giggling. He was as red as a tomato! It was kind of cute how his bright blue eyes are wide with surprise, his mouth in a small "O" shape, his cap slanted to the left...

"Mark." Sean blinked in disbelief. "Did you really just kiss me?"

I laughed and nodded. Then a sudden thought hit me - what if he's mad? Or doesn't like that I did that while I'm drunk? I bit my lip trying not to get too upset. I'm a very emotional guy.