Two days until Indy PopCon. I was nervous as hell knowing Mark and Jack were gonna be there too. Alright, relax, you’re gonna be just fine, I reassured myself and breathed out.
I continued on my constant debate for picking out clothes to wear but struggled. “Fuck this shit,” I cursed out and checked my phone, going straight for Instagram.
Scrolling through, I received a DM from someone. I stopped scrolling and checked it, seeing it was Jacksepticeye.
My anxiety rose up as I clicked his message saying, “Hey!(: Just thought I’d leave you a quick message since I’ll be seeing you at Indy this year. I am super excited to meet you, (Y/N)! :D”. My heart was beating rapidly.
The Jacksepticeye messaged me, a nobody! Why?! I thought and tried to catch my heavy breathing. I’m going to need to reply to him so I don’t look like an asshole or something. So, I pulled up my phone’s keyboard and typed in, “Aw! That’s very sweet of you(: but if anything, I should be excited to meet you, Mister Jack! :D” . I’m hoping I didn’t say anything awkward or weird through my message and hit send.
And then, ding! Another message received. “Aw, well shucks :P that is so nice of you! Well, as much as I would love to keep talking to you, I gotta go and get ready for Indy”. I smiled at his message for some odd reason, but replied with, “Okay, can’t wait to meet you!” and exited my phone, squealing and jumping for joy.
Later that Night
I still haven’t finished packing, nor have I even started, I thought, laying in bed. My stomach was turning, making me feel queasy about Indy PopCon.
Shaking the thought out of my head, or at least trying to, I turned to my left side and shut my eyes, hoping to attempt a deep sleep right away, which surprisingly worked.
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It's All Because of You, Sean.
AléatoireYou have been pretty decent friends with Mark and Sean for two years, but you've never met them, until now. You three travel for Indy PopCon and finally meet up. Let's just say: they found your channel and are subscribed, and maybe, maybe not, might...
