Jacksepticeye Imagines

38: He's Drunk 2/2

You woke up the next morning and checked on Jack who was still asleep on the couch. You decided to make breakfast and grabbed the eggs and pancake mix. As you were cooking breakfast you heard Jack slowly wake up.

"Finally up, sleepyhead." You teased, chuckling. "Haha, my head is about to burst." He complained. You handed him some medicine and continued on the breakfast.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You asked him.

"Did we hook up? Oh god. I'm sorry."

"No, no. Nothing like that," you laughed. "You said that there was a party over at your house but when I called your roommates they said that there was no party."

"Oh. Yeah, about that, sorry. I just — you know how they saw drink words are sober thoughts?"

"Yeah. Wait, where is this going?" You said, flipping a pancake.

"I really like you, Y/N. I really do. And I'm fine if you don't like me but I needed to tell that to you and I didn't know how else to say it."

"Hey, you don't have to freak. You're not too bad yourself." You teased.

"So; you like me too? Is that what I'm getting at? I'm gonna go on a date with the Y/N L/N?"

"Slow down buddy, but yeah." You said chuckling, putting three pancakes and two scrambled eggs on a plate for Jack.

"Yes!" He exclaimed. You chuckled and kissed his cheek as you two sat down and watched the Netflix Original Fuller House. While eating your pancakes and eggs, obviously.