Jacksepticeye Imagines

Pick Up Lines

"Did you sit on a pile of sugar? Cause you got a sweet ass." Those were the first words I spoke to the cute ginger who smiled at me in the coffee shop. She smiled brighter.

"Are you a telephone? Cause I wanna pick you up." I said this one to the blonde cashier at the grocery store. She simply gave me a weird look.

"You put the 'u' in couple." To the girl with raven hair at the airport. She had her hood up and it seemed like she was ignoring me. It took me a moment to realize that she was listening to music through a pair of microscopic earbuds.

I sigh. Is it really that hard to find a girl?

A couple of days pass. I put the pick up lines to rest for a while.

Until a new girl shuffles past me with boxes in her hand toward the apartment next to me. I make my way to her, "Hey, you need help?"

She shakes her head, her brunette bob waving in front of her stormy blue eyes, "I think I got it. But thanks, anyway."
We stand there as we both gaze into each others' blue eyes. Hers were stormy, like an overcast sky in the afternoon. Meanwhile, mine were just an ocean blue, like if you went to the beach and the sun was shining upon the water. That's what color my eyes were. However, her eyes were filled with more mystery. Mine were just....meh.

"Hello?"

I snap back to reality as the brunette girl is shaking my shoulders.

"Whoa," I break loose of her grip and she chuckles, "You okay?"

I nod, "Yeah."

Now's my chance!

"How did it feel when you fell from heaven?" I ask smoothly.

She picks up the box again, which she had laid on the floor, and stops. She stares off into space and then........

"Haha," she laughs, almost dropping the moderate-sized box in her hands.

S-She liked it? She actually liked it??

YAAAAAAASSS!!

While on the inside, I'm screaming with joy, I act smooth as butter on the outside. "Hehe, uh, yeah. If you were a song, the angels would be singing you."

This makes her stop laughing but keep smiling. "You're sweet," she mutters, "Now can you help me open my door?"

I follow her to apartment #218. She gestures to the door and I nod, "It would be my pleasure." This makes her smile again.

I grab the knob and open the door. It creaks.

"Thanks," she says, walking through the wideness and setting the single box on the couch.

"Is that all you have?" I can't help but ask.

"Yeah. My old landlord kicked me out so this was all I could grab before I was evicted."

"Oh," I feel like crying, suddenly, "I'm sorry."

"What're you sorry for? It wasn't your fault."

"I-I don't know."

"Heh," she flops on the couch beside her box, patting the seat beside her, "Take a seat, um...."

"Jack," I finish for her.

She turns on some music and we listen to it in silence for several moments.

Then a song comes on that I know. I bob my head, smiling like a dunce.

"You like this song?" She asks. I nod.

She grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. We dance like crazy people, but no one is watching. Thus, we don't care.

A slower song comes on and our dance gets gentler. I wrap her waist between my arms and I feel her draw in a sudden breath of surprise.

"Sorry," I mutter.

"Don't be," she replies.

She adjusts her hands to lay upon my shoulders.

I risk a glance in her eyes. The storminess in her eyes has calmed to a slight silvery color.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I lean forward and press her lips to mine. She tastes like a tasty cappuccino.

We hold the kiss until she pulls away, her cheeks a tinge red.

"Are you a Sharpie marker? 'Cause you're looking mighty fine," she says. Is she trying to use a pickup line on me?? Well, it's a really good one.

I smile, "I love you."

×TIME SKIP TO NEXT MORNING×

I wake up in my bed. The memories from the previous day come flooding back all too quickly.

Jeez, what a night.

I hop out of bed, get myself dressed, and sprint across the hall to where she -

What?

There's a note taped to the front of the door. I pluck it off and read it.

Dear Jack,
Last night was awesome. Trust me, it was.
But I realize that this prolly isn't going to work.
I'll see you around, okay?
Y/N

I feel like crying. There's this sudden sadness that threatens to overcome all of me. I rip up the note and go back to bed.

A few hours later, I wake up to a loud......something.

I drag myself out of bed. I'm all sweaty and I'm a crying mess, but....

I reach the front door, where someone is knocking rather urgently.

"Okay, okay," I kinda exclaim.

I open the door and......dang.

Y/N stands there with a box of chocolates and a note that reads, I'm sorry.

"Am I a kissing booth? 'Cause you look in love," she makes an attempt at another pickup line.

God, I love this girl.