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After getting all beautiful for Jack, I ran downstairs and pushed him to the door. You can tell I was very eager from a mile away. "Let's go! We have to be there before too many people come!" I yelled as I tried to open the door. Jack was leaning against the wall beside me while I fiddled with the knob. "But what if someone attacks us?"
I stopped messing with the door and turned to him.
"Don't worry. We won't get attacked, plagued, raped, or killed. Our fans know better."
The worry on Jack's face quickly left as he heard my words. He smiled and nodded.
Now, kicking things isn't very good, but this door was hard to open today! I kicked the door with full force and it flew open.
"After you sir." I motioned toward the door.
"Why thank you ma'am!" Jack replied as he ran out of the house.
"I AM NOT A FEMALE! GET BACK HERE!" I sprinted out of the door and caught up to him quickly. He stopped and bent over putting his hands on his knees. He must not run much, Jack was out of breath.
We walked a few blocks until we were close to the park. The day was beautiful. Flowers were bright, birds were singing, grass was green, it was a perfect day.
Arriving at the park caused some screams and cheers. I looked over and there was about forty people standing in small groups looking at us. The park had a stage that Jack and I ran up to and did multiple poses.
"Hello everyone! Welcome to our first meet up!" I hollered. Everyone whooped in reply. I looked over to Jack.
The small Irishman was smiling as wide as possible. He was panting and had his hands in the air. He must've enjoyed this moment. It was amazing.
The meet up was awesome! After talking on the stage, we sat down in a huge circle and answered questions.
"How old are you guys?"
"When did you meet eachother?"
"Why is Jack in L.A.?"
We answered all of them and everyone seemed happy.
Until one question caught me off guard.
"What are your views on Septiplier?"
My worst fear came true. I looked over to Mark, whose eyes were wide. He looked at me and gulped. I nodded. An then he said what I would have said in this situation too.
"We respect the ship and all of the people, "
I agree.
"but please don't rub it in people's face, seriously, we have our own lives ahead you sillies!!"
This comment caused commotion. Maybe he should've worded it differently? No, there was no better way of saying it.
After the ruckus was over, we answered a couple more questions and looked at what some people brought us.
People had made paintings, plushes, even sculptures for us. It was great meeting everyone. We played Toss the Tim and Save the Sam. Everything we did brought joy to us and our fans. No one seemed too uncomfortable.
It was around 10:00 in the night and all but 8 of the people had left. We chatted and joked. Soon, we played truth or dare. The eight people left were kind enough to get to know one another and not bombard us with more questions and commands. Everyone had became friends. Sorta.
Truth or dare went like usual, we did gross dares and funny truths. Nothing too serious. But it came to one dare that was kinda weird.
"Mark, make eye contact with Jack!"
I looked at Mark and he made his best constipated face and stared into my eyes.
His eyes were like a beautiful chocolate waterfall. And he didn't seem to want to look away. I looked very closely into his eyes and he smiled.
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Now this dare was weird. Eye contact? Very...
Different?
But when I looked into his eyes, they were like the sky on a beautiful day. Blue with white fluffy clouds. Astonishing, really.
Beautiful eyes always captivate me, and his eyes were the most beautiful.
Looking away was also hard, but I ripped my eyes away from his when it was almost a whole minute.
The meet up finished before eleven o' clock. Everyone went home. Jack and I hauled two boxes full of stuff back to my house. We talked about how the day was and the highlights of the meet.
I thought the main highlight of the meet up was Jack's beautiful eyes that I had the opportunity to longingly stare at.
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