Lonely Games (a jacksepticeye fanfic)

Chapter 1

I sat at the table stirring my drink mindlessly and staring into space. Brad was talking to his friends about his company's latest merger and this was about the tenth time I had heard this story. If we are being realistic, Brad is a glorified office assistant, but he acts like he is the CEO of the damn company. His friends filled in their parts of his fairy tale by laughing or frowning at the appropriate pauses and diligently reminding him of how great he was. It was gross.

I glanced across the dance floor to some guys at the far end, they were being goofy, doing silly little dances and messing with each other. This was behavior that Brad and his friends would never take part in. I tried to remind myself that that is why I started dating him in the first place, he was serious about life, about his career, and that was a good option for me. Then I saw him. He was in a head lock at the time, a beanie on his head, a tuft of acid green hair sticking out the front. I knew him, and now that I was paying attention I knew the man with the blue hair that had him in the headlock. They were Jacksepticeye and Markiplier, two YouTube Lets Players that I had been watching for a couple years. Their videos were hilarious and a nice escape from the real world, Brads world. I dreamed of a job like that, doing something you love with great people, and getting to travel and help people. But I was stuck here in Chicago working in an office, hoping for something that was never going to happen.

It occurred to me that I was staring blankly when Mark let Jack go and he fell on the floor. I laughed out loud and Brad turned to stare at me.

"Really Addy? You think it's funny we almost lost that much money?" He asked looking affronted.

"Oh, Sorry I wasn't laughing at you." I replied looking past him at the boys at the end of the dance floor.

This time as Jack swung around to get on Marks back he caught my eye. He stopped for a second and smiled widely. I couldn't help it, a smile like his was impossible to ignore, I returned his happy glance. He kept on with what he was doing glancing back at me every few seconds. I realized again that I wasn't listening to Brad, I would end up paying for that later.

"Boys why don't you go grab another round." He said in a fake voice. Oh Shit, I was in for it. Even though I knew what was coming I smiled confidently as his friends left the table, if I broke the façade he was creating I would be in even more trouble. He gripped my arm with just a bit too much force, it would probably bruise.

"You are making me look bad in front of my friends, staring and laughing at some children, and ignoring me when I talk to you." There was venom in his voice.

"I am sorry Brad. I will keep quite for the rest of the night, just let my arm go." He got very close to my face, his grip tightening and his other finger rising in front of my face.

"I expect a certain level of respect from you. Don't make me out to be the bad guy here Adelyn. Quit looking at other guys, and I expect the next sound you make to be relevant to what I am talking about." He slammed my arm into the table just as his friends returned. I rubbed my arm, wiped a small tear from my cheek, and I glanced to my left. Jack was staring at us, and he looked confused and angry. Mark tapped him on the shoulder and he turned, he pointed at me then followed Mark to the bar. I looked into my lap and let another tear fall as I watched Brad slip his hand into mine.

Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder and I looked up. Jack was standing there, his hat in his hand, and he was smiling. "Would you care to dance?" He said, his gentle brogue sending chills through my body. Brad finally noticed the Irishman and turned holding up our hands, "Excuse you?"

"Ahh yea. Excuse me, it seemed she didn't matter much to ya so I figured I would step in. Dya mind?" He smiled again, this time more cocky and daring than sweet and comforting. Brad dropped my hand and stood up, he wasn't much taller than Jack but he tried to make himself seem bigger by puffing out his chest. Jack stepped back a bit and as he did Mark walked up behind him along with two other people I kind of recognized. Mark crossed his arms over his chest showing off his famous muscles for a little extra added intimidation.