{UNDER EDITING} My Brother is Markiplier & I Love His Best Friend, Jacksepticeye

Chapter 1

Monica's POV

"Make sure to text me when you get to the airport in Ireland." My brother said checking to make sure I had all my stuff. 

It wasn't like I was moving away. I was only going for a little while to take a break from things back home. I was gonna be gone starting today, which is a few days before Christmas and I'll be staying until a day or two before PAX.

"Mark, relax, I have everything. I checked multiple times. This is the third time you checked since we got here. You seriously gotta stop being so overprotective of me." I said as I readjusted my hold on my stuff.

"You're my little sister. I have to be a little protective." Mark said with a smirk.

"I'm only a few seconds younger than you." I pointed out only to have him stick his tongue out at me.

We are such mature 26 year olds.

"I should get going. Last thing I need is to be late to the plane." I said as I gave Mark a hug and started to walk away.

*timeskip*

Once on plane I get a text, it's from Jack.

J: Hey, I heard you're coming over to Ireland for a week or so.

M: Yea, just to get away from the stress back home. I mean, I still brought some of it with me. The rest I left at the airport.

J: Haha, I'm guessing you mean Mark.

M: Bingo

J: Still overprotective?

M: What gives you that idea, Captain Obvious? To be honest, I'm surprised he is letting me come to Ireland especially for how long I'm gone.

J: Well maybe he knows I'll be near by. Aren't you gonna be in my area of Ireland anyway?"

M: Maybe. I don't know. I'll call you when I get to the apartment I rented for the time I'm staying.

J: That works, if you're near by maybe we can stop at the coffee shop once in awhile and get something.

M: That sounds good to me!

*timeskip*

Jack and I were talking for a while and then it was time for me to get off the plane.

I got out of the airport and my phone started to buzz while I waited for my luggage.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Thank God, you're alright." It was Mark on the otherside of the line.

"God damn it, Mark. You seriously need a chill pill." I said sounding annoyed.

"You never called and I was getting worried." He explained.

"Mark... I just got off the damn plane!" I partially yelled into the phone, I didn't want to be too loud. There was silence.

"Sorry." Mark said quietly knowing he was getting annoying.

"I'll text you when I get to my apartment." I said and hung up on him. I grabbed my luggage and left the airport. I called a cab and told him the address and I was off to enjoy my little break.

*timeskip*

I look for the key for my apartment that my landowner sent me. Once I find it, I unlock the door and go inside. It was so nice to have a space of my own. I took my stuff to my room and started setting up my desk area. My phone started to buzz again.

"What do you want, Mark?" I answer, not bothering to look at who called me.

"Well hello to yo too." It was Jack.

I immediately panic.

"Damn it, sorry Jack. I thought you were Mark calling me... Again." I explained.

"Haha, don't worry about it. Hey where are you? We can meet up if you want?" Jack asked.

I told him my address and I heard him chuckle.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'll come get you. Be there in a few." He said and hung up.

Within seconds, there was a knock on my door. I got up and came downstairs. I opened it and lookup to see an Irishman with green hair.

"Jack?!" I practically screamed as I gave him a hug.

Jack lost his balance from the force of my hug and almost fell over and he started laughing.

"Well someone is happy to see me." Jack said with a smirk.

"Ah shut up." I said and I let go of him.

I invited Jack into my apartment and he sat on the couch.

"How did you get here so fast?" I asked curiously.

"I literally live right next door!" Jack yelled from the couch.

I grabbed a box that was labeled 'kitchen' before going to my suitcase and grabbing my pocketknife and putting it in my boot. I took the box with me as I went to the kitchen. I looked up at Jack to see he was on his phone on the couch.

"Whatcha up to?" I asked as I walked into my kitchen and setting down the box.

"Texting Mark." he said without looking up.

"Why?" I asked as I pulled the pocketknife from my boot and cut the packaging tape.

"He wanted to know if I can record with him today." Jack explained, but I knew that wasn't all.

"That wasn't all, was it?" I ask as I cut the last section of tape and accidentally cut my finger.

"Shit..." I mumbled and I set my knife down quickly and put my finger under the water.

"Monica!" Jack gasped as he got up and saw my knife bloody. He quickly left my apartment and then came back seconds later with a first aid kit.

"Jack, I'm fine." I said.

Jack gave me a look that made me feel stupid for saying that. He took my hand and started to clean my cut. I made a face, keeping my emotions internal. He looked at me and saw my reaction and he kinda smirked. Then he got gauze and wrapped my finger with it.

"Thanks." I mumble.

"No problem. Your lucky you didn't chop your finger off." Jack said.

I grabbed my knife and cleaned it off. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped the blood off the counter and disinfected the counter as well.

"Want to go to the coffee shop now?" Jack asked.

"Yea." I sighed.

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Hey guys, Haley here!

I hope you guys like this. This is one of the first fanfics that I've written in a really long time that I really like.

Anyway I should be posting chapters at least once a week, if I can.

If a chapter isn't posted its because I'm busy with school and stuff.

I hope you guys like my story!

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