"..."
I stared at Craizee. "So.. Crai, what should I do?" In case you're wondering, whoever you are, I was with the crazy girl, who's currently checking her phone. "..Yeah?"
"You weren't listening?"
"..Duh, I was checking my phone for any..thing. I can't always multitask, it's a hard thing to do." I sighed, "Crai, what should I do? I can't let her take away Jack.."
"If you don't remember, I told you, Jackie-Boy isn't interested in her." The yellow eyed female sighed, putting her phone away. "..Oh yeah. But what if she succeed-"
"Then be bisexual. Simple."
"..Seriously? I mean, yeah, being bisexual isn't bad, but my heart, Craizee! MY HEART!" I groaned. "Someone's on their period~." Crai sang. "Yes! And get me pain pills! Please!"
"Well, since you asked 'nicely', okay." She hopped off the table- Don't ask- and rummaged through the bathroom's cupboard. She came back with the pills and a bottle of water. She tossed them at my head but I was quick to catch them. "Before you say anything, no I won't do it nicely~." She chuckled.
How was she raised? I had these questions in my head. Is she like.. an influenced of Creepypasta? Sad background story? This is truly a concerning matter.
"...Hey, Crai. If I tell him what I feel, would I lose anything?"
Ah the question every girl fears. Being friendzoned and wrecking our friendship like a wrecking ball.
She just looked at me..for like, two minutes, before finally answering, "..No." "..Why?" "If, you do, it means that Jack ain't a good person.. I think. I mean, if he friendzones you and avoids you, that means he's not a..good friend. But in scale of one to 577, I highly doubt that. If he doesn't like you that way, but still are friends with you. Well. That's something good there."
Holy shit, a preteen is wise. Craizee left to her room, letting me think. I.. guess it would be worth it to tell him how I feel, I won't lose anything. I know. And.. I think I'm going to have Crai around for a loooooong time.
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Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)
FanficYou, (Y/N), are Mark Fisbach's best friend. You're also the star of your college's track team. One day, Mark brings along a friend to your championship meet. Three words were screamed that helped you win - speed is key.