Time Is Running Out

Chapter 4

We hurriedly rushed into Jack's apartment at around 8 p.m. It had started to pour, and we had to run about five blocks just to get there. (We were all soaked, but Mark more so because he kept goofing off and tripping into fucking puddles.) Jack was nice enough to let me borrow a t-shirt and shorts so I could get out of my soaking wet Justice shirt and my petticoat skirt. I walked into his gaming room, where he and Mark were playing some GTA. "Hey, I'm going to change. Don't come into the bathroom, k?"

"Yeah, sure. Got it." Jack mumbled back. I knew he didn't listen to me, but I didn't want to waste breath having to tell him again. So, like any reasonable person would, I stumbled around the apartment until I found the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and began to change into the JackSepticEye shirt that Jack gave me. As I began to put it on, I could hear someone approaching the bathroom door. As soon as I heard the doorknob turn, I whipped around to see who had opened the door. Of course, as expected, it was Jack. "Jack! What the fuck!" I yelled at him, and his face turned bright red. "Fuck, Christelle! I'm so sor-"

"GET OUT!"

Jack quickly closed the door, and I hurriedly put on the shirt.

I stormed out of the bathroom to find Jack sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, and to see Mark laughing his ass off beside him. "Mark! NOT funny!" Jack yelled at him.

"Not funny? That was hilarious! God Jack, stop hitting on your cousin!" To this, Jack threw a pillow at Mark, who toppled over laughing.

"Geez, Mark. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you wish you were in Jack's place." I rolled my eyes at the two who just now acknowledged my presence. "Chritelle, I'm so fucking sorry about that." Jack said, still red in the face.

"It's fine, Jack. I knew that you hadn't heard me anyways." I studied the room, which now had a six-pack of beer in the middle of the room. No wonder Jack is so ignorant. He and Mark are probably drunk already. "Really though, Jack. You ought to listen better. I mean, I know that you get super engrossed in your games, but fuck." I stated.

I walked over to where the two were sitting, plopping myself in between them. I glared at Mark, keeping him from making any smart remarks. "Hey, Jack? Got another controller?" I inquired.

"Uh, yeah. You wanna play too?"

"Well, duh!" I said. "Hand it over!"

As Jack went into his recording room to grab a third controler, I scrambled off of the couch and walked over to the game shelf. Tons of games littered the stand, as suspected. Most of them were games Jack had recorded and posted on YouTube, and a few others were ones he hadn't. I dug around a bit, and found a whole bunch of my favorite games. As I walked back to the couch, Mark just seemed to watch me. I felt kinda creeped out, but then again, he was wasted after all. I sat back down beside him, just in time to hear a loud crash! come from Jack's recording room.

"I'm fine!" Jack yelled to us.

Mark and I just sort of looked at each other and snorted. Even though they were both drunk, I sure as hell trusted drunk Mark more that the drunk Jack who had walked into the bathroom and saw me changing earlier. I sank back into the couch and closed my eyes. So much had happened today, and this all felt like a vivid dream.

"Hey, Christelle?"

"Mark? What's up?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." I shifted myself to face him, and flashed a smile. He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, a nervous habit you could often catch him doing at panels. "Your neck cold or something, Mark?" I snorted. He smiled at me, and I thought I was going to melt. God, why is Mark just so...perfect? I had to admit, Mark was quite the good-looking guy. I mean, any girl would be lucky to date him. I guess I was just one of those lucky fangirls who had their wish come true: sit in a room with Mark and have him smile at you. And better yet, I was related to one of his best friends.

Before Mark answered me, Jack came back into the TV room, bringing with him an extra controller, his camera and mic. I kinda looked at him funny, and I guess he got the hint of my confusion. He smiled at me and began to talk. "It's to record us playing GTA. Why not show the fandom my cousin?" I nodded in agreement, and he and Mark began to set up the equipment.