Fanfic Jacksepticeye

The luck of the Irish

He was taken aback by the fact of there was a short chick on his back trying to sttangle him. I did a backflip off of him and rand around to his front then brought my knee up swiftly between his legs. I heard a high pitched squeal and he took off taking the other two assholes with him.

I turned toward the man with the almost blinding green hair and I realized gorgeous bright blue eyes. "You ok there buddy?" I asked nonchalantly and held my hand out to him like I hadnt just went all mad dog on a guy two times my size. He hesitantly grabbed my hand and pulled himself up but almost fell over again. "Yea i'll be fine once I find me balance!"

That was when I almost fainted. I hear his thick Irish accent layering his words. It all clicked very suddenly and I fell over. Literally. He tried to catch me when he realized I was falling but all he caught was a little of my chest and not wanting to invade me he let go. "D-d-d umm erm...." I stuttered as I tried to ask him a question but I had so many of them I sounded derp.

"Hey! Calm down will ye? Your spasms are givin me the heebidy-jeebidy's!" He said in a voice that was thick with concern. He placed his hands on my shoulders to steady me.
"Whats your name?" He stared at me with thise electric eyes and my. Knees felt like jelly. "Erm d-d-da N-niviya."
"Ok Niviya. I like that name. Mine is sean, but everyone calls me-" i cut him off abrubtly as my voice came back. "Jack, your name is... you are Jacksepticeye!" I winced as I realized how stupid and stalkerish I sounded.

A look of deep concern passed over his face and he used one hand to pat himself down obviously searching for something. "Oh... GOD DAMNIT!" He yelled all of the sudden causing everyone in the terminal to turn and look at us like we were off our rocker. "What's wrong jack?" I asked worried and the full realization was not hitting me yet that I was talking to the world famous Jacksepticeye. "THEY TOOK MY FRIKIN PASSPORT!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.