Hacked (Jacksepticeyexreader) {Completeted}

Chapter 15

Hai mah m8o potatoes, I know what you're thinking, my chapters are still really short. And yes, I understand that. But my writing skills are not at hand for some reason and Idek all that jazz. I'm working on getting into a routine though.

"So you're obviously thinking,"
I went to object but,
"Don't even try with me,"
His sweet Irish accent warned playfully.
I looked down at the ground unimpressed. At myself, I was unimpressed with myself. That's how I am and more than likely always be. It sucks but it doesn't. Ya feel me?? It's one of those feelings. You know, one of those feelings.
"Actually I wasn't thinking,"
I retorted confidently.
"And even if I was, I wouldn't have been thinking about you."
Or your sweet accent. Or your amazing smile. Or your kindness.
"Wait a minute."
Oh no I've done something again, haven't I?
"I never mentioned anything about you, thinking about me."
*horn of boat*
Welcome aboard the S.S. Fuck My Life.
Are the noises from boats even called horns? Or is there like another term I'm forgetting?

So I guess I should fix this?
"... I.. Never did.. Either..?"
I was at a loss of words. Noice. Here comes demonic dumbass to save the day.

And at this moment in time, y/n reslized, they fucked shit up.

He smiled and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
And from that point on, it had officially been the day that I had accomplished something. I was experiencing the most awkward silence moment in my life. Yay?

~

It took awhile to walk back to the car. I mean, hell if I'd known we'd walked that far... I probably would've just drove here in the first place. It would've been way easier. Honestly. And I just wasted a whole 20 minutes of my life. Noice. You know, I really didn't wanna make things more awkward but, this awkward silence is killing me.
"Well this is awko taco."
I commented giving an awkward smile and a weird laugh. The kind of laugh where you would ask 'what kind of a fucking noise did I just make?'
"Yeah... Just a little..."
"Hehe.. He.. He..."
I laughed, awkwardly, yet again. Why must I be so... Erratic??

I don't know much, but what I do know is that I've pretty much fucked things up.

We hopped in the car, him in passenger, and I in driver. The worst part of all? The car ride was awkward. Yes, you guessed it, the car ride was indeed awkward. I guess the walk wasn't enough? Because you know, how could things get any more worse? It's my life after all.

*mentally rolls eyes because
It happens all the time*

During the car ride, my eyes were always focused on the road, but I couldn't help but notice the hurt look within Jack's expression.
"Hey, are you... Feeling okay?"
I asked with a mellow voice. I didn't want to make it sound like I cared too much. I barely knew this guy.

He looked at me with a guilty expression.
"Yeah, well..."
He paused. I had guessed he didn't wanna talk about it, so I didn't ask anymore. If he wanted to talk, he'd talk.
"No... I'm really not. I just have a lot of stress, you know?"
His voice is too sweet, he's too sweet, to sound so upset.
"I feel ya homeslice."
I replied, completely understanding. He laughed at that. I dunno why though. My responses weren't all that comical, or witty for that matter. They were just... Weird. And half of the time they didn't really make sense at all.

I watched as he continued to aimlessly stare out the window. I felt empathy towards him. So I thought of what I liked to do.

I liKE TO GET DRUNK AND MAKE MYSELF SEEM HAPPY! Pretending is better for your health you know. It's a way of training yourself to be happier.

I think we both know how this is gonna end...