feel. → jacksepticeye

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I whipped my head round, faking surprise at his voice before breaking out into a grin at the sight of his slightly concerned features. People were too easy to fool nowadays. Damn, am I the only zen one around here?

I dropped the grin almost as quickly as it appeared, "uh, I think so. These boxes are just kinda heavy, and as you can see I'm no body-builder, so..."

"Oh," he laughed at my dry humour a little. "Do you want some help?" He asked kindly, scratching his jaw as he stuffed his phone into his back pocket.

"Are you sure?" I questioned, nibbling on my lip and putting on a face I'd practised in the mirror multiple times. Hey- I'm sure we'd all done it. We'd all seen that certain quirk of our eyebrow, pout of our lips or widening of our eyes that made us just that bit attractive.

"Of course!" He beamed, his blue eyes sparkling as he hauled the box into his arms and then gestured with a nod for me to lead him to my room. I fished out my keys and unlocked the room, opening it with a huff and watching as he stumbled in before placing it down next to the coffee table.

"Here ya go," he said, brushing his hands off on his blue skinny jeans. "You must be my new neighbour. Hi, my name's Sean." He introduced, sticking his hand out politely.

"Nice to meet you, Sean," I blinked, shaking his hand and feeling a flood of warmth rush up my arm, almost as if my blood was kerosene and he'd just set a match. "My name's Bryony."

"Well... if you ever need any help with moving boxes, I'll be in room 249," Sean grinned, looking slightly awkward after there was a moment of silence. I had so much to say to him, but I knew that blurting out my love and adoration for him after five minutes of meeting him was not classed as normal within society, so I pressed it down.

"Leaving so soon?" I questioned.

"Sorry, I just get super awkward when I don't know what to say," Sean admitted with a nervous chuckle.

"Hey, it's alright, I'm the same. But that was really nice of you to offer to help me. There was some other guy I was going to ask but he just glared at me so I thought maybe not," I lied.

He frowned, "really? That was rude."

"I know," I sighed. "Oh, well. At least you appeared, Mr. Green-Hair."

He ran his fingers through his green fringe. "Oh, right! I did it for charity."

"Really? That's so sweet! What charity was it?" I asked sweetly, almost as if I had no idea what it was already. The DBSA, something I'd become very familiar with.

"Uh... it was for the Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance," he said.

"Oh," I muttered, voice suddenly somber and quiet. I wanted to leech as much emotion as I possibly could out of this man, and if using my mental illnesses to get him to feel sorry for me would work, then I was going to damn do it. Besides, it made me look vulnerable and much less capable of doing the things I daydream about. "That's nice."

"Sorry, did I hit a nerve?" He asked, scratching the back of his head.

I feigned a smile, "don't worry about it- it was for a good cause, that's all that matters. Hey! I know we don't know each other all that well, but you helped me with carrying the box, so I feel like I should repay you."

"Hey, I was only being the friendly neighbour that I am, you don't have to repay me," Jack assured me, but I saw that hopeful twinkle in his eye that every human has at the thought of gaining something. We're all greedy bastards, after all.

"No, I insist. I can cook dinner?" I offered.

"Well, I mean, if it's food you're talking about, how can I say no?" He grinned, and I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded my head enthusiastically.