Jacksepticeye Imagines

Visiting an Old Friend

I lightly knocked on the door. A second after, I heard shuffling and stomping on the other side.

Then the door opened.

There stood Jack. His vibrant green hair was a ruffled mess, but it still looked good. His baby blue eyes gazed at me with...longing, maybe?

"I suppose I should let you in," he chuckled heartily. This made me laugh, too.

"Yeah, I would assume so," I replied and he stepped to the side, holding the door open for me. I slightly bowed and stepped past him, into his living room. It still looked the same. The flatscreen television was on. It was playing some YouTube video. I didn't recognize the YouTuber, though.

The couch sat at an angle, the crevice behind it barely bigger than could fit me inside. As my OCD started to perk up, I went and moved it back against the wall.

"I see your OCD hasn't changed," Jack speaks up. I turn to look at him. I don't know whether to take this as a compliment or an insult. Judging from the look on his face, it was meant as a compliment. I think.....

"Well, what's this surprise visit for?" He walks toward me. As he stands beside me, I notice that he's still a few inches taller than me.

"I just wanted to see you again," I murmur, almost hoping he doesn't hear me say this. However, he does. A slight blush rises to his cheeks.

A devilish smirk rises to my face, "You know what I mean." What am I saying??

He snakes an arm around my waist, "Shall we take this to the bedroom, then?

"Sure."

What have I done?

CLIFF HANGER!!! Ha, sorry guys, but if you want a part two to this, let me know.

Kay, guys, til next time.

Faith Magnolia.