Soundtrack Of Our Lifes (A Jacksepticeye Fanfiction)

One for the Razorbacks

Song is One for the Razorbacks by (very old) Green Day!

Enjoy

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I wake up to my mobile playing the wake up call. I rush to take a shower and dress in my cooking clothes. Silently I scoop around the living room door. But there is no need to be silent. Sean is not there. His stuff is gone, so is his car. I sigh. I did fuck it up again. No time to think about it yet, work is calling.

I enter the kitchen, thinking what do about the 'Sean-thing'. 'Morning' my boss chimed at me. She's just the best boss anyone can imagine. I really am greatful to be here. 'What's up, buttercup?' She smiles widely and messes with my hair.

'Nothing. Just had a long night.' I shrug my shoulders, beginning to slice ingredients for a curry.

'Again? You know, I'm okay with you doing what you want, but I think you're going to waste yourself.' She spins around in the kitchen doing her things, and I do mine. She leaves myself thinking for my own. And so the time at work is over before I even realise it.

Sean did not write anywhere, so I decide to do what I always do. Get myself dressed, do a little makeup and get out of these four walls. I'm loving the bar down the hill, so this is going to be my destination. The barkeeper has my drink ready as soon as I enter. That's a benefit if you waste your life here. 'Princess Trouble is back!' I smile shortly at his words and sit down in my usual spot.

One drink leads to another, the bar fills quickly. And it doesn't take long until there is a young man sitting next to me. I don't mind. I NEVER mind. Sean did not write till now. So I just numb myself further with the drinks. I don't mind when the guy starts making out with me. I just let myself take over his flow with everything.

Not long later we decide to make our way to... some other place. I don't care. I just need the feeling that someone wants me. That someone cares. Even if it's just for a few minutes and technically using me. I hold myself close to the guy whos name I still don't know. I can't walk straight anymore and so I almost fall out of the bar door.

Silently leaning on his car, I recognise Sean standing there, arms folded in front of his chest. His blue eyes watch me and I immediately freeze in place. The guy tries to drag me further and then looks at Sean. 'Hey babe, d'ya know that one?' He looks at me and then back to Sean.

'Indeed she does. D'ya mind giving her to me? Ya should be ashamed using a girl like that.' Sean pushes himself from the car and take the two steps to me.

The guy just sighs and nods. 'Sure, lad. I'm sorry I didn't know she was not available.' Sean just nods and pulls me close to him. 'Thanks, man. For not throwing a fuzz.' He looks down at me, sighing deeply.

'We'll going home. Come on.' He sits me down in the passenger's seat and drives off to my home. He drags me all the way into the living room, then sits down, his elbows on his knees, face in his hands.

'Ya know what can happen if ya do things like that? I know ya told me that ya feel alive doing this, but holy shitballs, ya serious? You're so drunk, even every Irishmen is jealous. Why don't ya see how ya destroy yourself with this? I can't stand it, seeing you like this.' His voice cracked a little, I can hear the desperation in it.

'I'm sorry, Sean....' I state, looking at my knees.

'Nah, don't believe ya. You'll do this everyday... ya won't stop, I know it. What do I do with ya?' He looks at me and bites his lip, thinking deeply.