Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic so it'll probably be bad. If you like it, please tell me and I'll continue it. The story takes place in Ireland, where Jack lives. Enjoy!!
(Jack's point of view)
"What? Again? No fookin way!!" I screamed at my computer. I didn't even care if my neighbors heard. This stupid Markiplier guy stole more of my fans!! He gained the same amount I lost. UGHH! I hate him and his dumb blue hair but.. I don't know how to hate his voice.. "I can't do this.. Hope the pub's open. Man, this fookin sucks"
(At the pub)
"Another drink please!" Jeez, that's like the tenth one. Oh well I don't even care. I'm gonna drunk as ass tonight.. (Someone in a sweatshirt enters the close to empty pub, dyed red hair peeking out of the hood) "It okay if I sit here sir?" A deep voice asked. Jack nodded, slightly drunkenly. (Mark) "Nice hair by the way. I like green hair." Is he... No he's not. He can't be flirting with me, I'm not gay... "T-Thanks" Crap, I fucked up. Wait, he really just said it's no prob, guess I'm good.
(Mark's POV)
Oh geez, he probably thinks I'm flirting with him, great. -__- I'm not...right? I mean, I'm not gay but.. he's kinda cute to be honest. There's gotta some shady shit in these drinks. "No prob" I heard myself say.
(Jack and Mark kept talking a bit, but never about their channels.)
"Huh? Oh shit! Man, not on my pants!"
(Someones drink spilt near Mark, and then tripped his chair and ran)
"Ahhh!"
(Jack's POV)
"Oh geez, lemme help you up." (Jack pulls Mark up, and realizes who it is.) "You? Really? Geez, I can't get away from your face!"
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