Lonely Games (a jacksepticeye fanfic)

Chapter 2

I was a bit dizzy, though whether it was from the drinks or the company I was unsure. Jack and I had been talking for almost two hours. We had drank a few beers and a few shots of whisky but for the most part we were just chatting. It was amazing, he was just as chill and sweet as I had hoped he would be. He kept placing his hand on my knee, hand, or arm and when he did it sent shivers down my spine. It was nice because there seemed to be no pressure there even though we were flirting slightly. This was something I was not used to.

"So why are you in Chicago anyway?" I asked.

"We have a Con here. Plus I have been wanting to visit for sometime." He said taking a swig from his bottle.

"I had no idea there was a convention in town! Then again I guess I wouldn't be keeping track of that kind of thing." I responded looking a bit embarrassed. I suppose now it was going to come up. He was about to ask me how I knew who he was.

"So I have been meaning to ask you, and now I am especially curious, how did you know my name?" The bomb dropped, but he was giving me a way out. He never said why that made him especially curious, or just out right ask how I knew who he was. I tried to back track to when I said it and a bit before.

"Mark called you by name when you guys were talking to Brad." I spurted out.

"How do you know Marks name?" He said a sly smile spreading over his face.

"You called him Markimoo, I just assumed..." He was staring at me smiling like a moron.

"Alright fine. I watch you guys on YouTube. Like you didn't know! Ya jerk!" I started laughing and playfully hit his arm. He started laughing to, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him to give me as much of a hug as one can muster while on a barstool.

"So you watch our videos, but you didn't know there was a convention?" He asked looking concerned.

"I have been off all week and at home with Brad. He doesn't like me watching you guys. The only time I get to is at work because he thinks its frivolous nonsense." I said looking ashamed. The more time I spent with Jack the less my relationship with Brad seemed normal and the worse I felt about it. He put his hand on my knee.

"He really was a dick wasn't he?" He was leaning closer to me and I could feel myself being pulled in to him. A small smile appeared on his face as I stared at his lips. I saw his eyes flicker down to mine and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to kiss him badly. He looked so handsome, with a small piece of green hair shading those sparkling blue eyes. There was something devilish in the way he looked at me and I wanted so badly to give in.

A rush of emotion over took me, I thought of Brad lying on the floor, I thought of my mother and what she would say when she heard about tonight. I thought about my friends who were so convinced he was the wrong guy, and all of his friends who were convinced we were going to get married.

I grabbed my purse and ran. I almost head butted him in the process, we were so close. I exited out the door and I heard him call after me at the same time the cold, biting Chicago wind hit me. Tears filled my eyes and I panicked. I had left my coat behind but I didn't care. I needed to find a taxi. If I could find one I could get out of the cold and get away from Jack. I saw one coming up the street and ran for the curb. A warm hand wrapped around my exposed upper arm and pulled me back. Our lips came crashing together in a moment of sheer bliss. I melted into him as he wrapped his arms around me. Time stopped, and just as quickly picked back up again. He pulled away and handed me my coat.

"You can run away Addy. But I would have regretted missing that kiss the rest of my life." I stared at him confused, and he pointed over my shoulder.

"Your Taxi is here. I hope I see you again, maybe tomorrow." He smiled that wicked smile and disappeared back into the bar.

I got into the taxi, just barely managed to choke out my address to the driver, and sat back starring blankly and confusedly out the window.