Do A Flip! (Jacksepticeye X Traceur!Reader)

Chapter 4

Finally seeing Marinna, (name) walked over to the passenger side door and knocked on the window lightly.
Marinna looked up and over to the window with a surprised expression, but when her eyes landed on the sheepish smile of the fit woman, she grinned and unlocked the doors.  (Name) opened the white door and was hit with the scent of lavender and roses.
Smiling, she got in and sat down, closing the door behind her.  The redhead looked at her phone for a few seconds.
Marinna wore clothes similar to (name)'s own, black sweatpants and a white t-shirt that said, "20% hotter than you".
(Name) was going to chuckle, but she coughed and sputtered in surprise.  Marinna looked over worriedly, "Are you alright?"
(Name) nodded and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, "Y-yeah it's just...  Since when did you have that many tattoos?!"
Marinna laughed and set her phone in a small shelf under the radio, "What these?" She said, turning in her chair slightly and holding her arms out straight, hovering over (name)'s lap.
Said woman nodded, looking down at the shorter's arms.  Marinna laughed again, "This is barely a quarter of all of them, sweetheart."

She sat straight again and turned her keys in the ignition, starting the car.  At this, (name) put her seatbelt on.  Marinna put her right hand on the top of the wheel and put her left one out her open window and rested it on the door.
As she backed out and left the hotel parking lot, (name) tired to ignore the tattoos, I mean, it's rude to stare.

"Hey, can you plug my phone into the charger?  I would do it myself but I don't wanna kill us both." Marinna said, gesturing to the green charger plugged in beside the radio.  (Name) did as Marinna instructed and glanced at her wallpaper.
It was a picture of the back of a fit man's body, he wore jeans and a blue hoodie.  He had a dark undercut, but all the hair on top his head was dyed bright green.  A pale hand that was identified as Marinna's (because of the tattoos) was reaching out and was about to touch the ass of the man.

(Name) snorted. 

"You can find a song on there if you want, here," Marinna switched hands on the wheel and held out her index finger, "You can unlock it."
(Name) grabbed Marinna's finger with her own index and thumb and pressed it against the home button of her phone, and she realized how short and weird her fingernails looked.
It unlocked, and Marinna put her hands back to their original position.
"I chew my nails, don't judge me."

(Name) found the music app and scrolled through her music, finding all sorts of genres, including K and J pop.

(Name) settled for some Twenty One Pilots.

Marinna quickly glanced to see what she choose before the song started.
She smirked.
"AN-NYONG-HA-SE-YO!" She yelled.
(Name) laughed.

"Sometimes you gotta bleed to know, that you're alive and have a soul!" Marinna yelled out her open window, not caring who heard her.
"But it takes someone to come around, to show you how!!" The females both yelled with bright smiles.

        -–—•—–-

By the time the song was over, Marinna  pulled into the driveway of a brick house.  It wasn't a mansion, but it was larger than most of the houses a small family would live in.
"Don't be intimidated by the size, I just need room for when my doggies get big." Marinna said, parking outside one of the two garage doors.
She turned her keys back and pulled them out of the ignition, "So, welcome to my home." She said, smiling and undoing her seatbelt.
(Name) nodded and followed suit, taking her's off and getting out of the car.

Marinna walked to the front door and grabbed the handle with her left hand, she turned towards (name) and leaned her back against the door as she opened it, making angel choir noises all the while.
(Name) laughed and stepped in.
The scent of vanilla found its way into the (brunette/blonde/etc)'s nose.
"Ok Marinna," she asked, the other hummed and closed the door.
"How come your car, and your house have different smells? I mean, usually they smell the same."

Marinna chuckled, "Well, my house smells like vanilla because I bake a lot, and my car smells like lavender because I have an air freshener."
(Name) rose a brow, "But I smelt lavender and roses."
"That's just me. On days like this I smell like roses, sometimes I'll smell like old spice, so get used to it." She laughed.  "Anyways, let's get some grub cookin'" she grinned and slipped off her shoes before walking up a few steps and going down the short hallway.
"Take off your shoes or I'll saw off your legs!" She called behind her.
(Name) rolled her eyes and slipped her shoes off, following the (most likely) shorter weirdo down the small hallway and into what was obviously the kitchen.
The kitchen was very large, and very cluttered.  The floor was tiled, and the walls a yellow colour.  An island sat in the middle, and behind another counter was a dining room, with a tall table and matching tall chairs.  To the right of the table was a glass sliding door, leading out to a deck, and on its left was a railing, keeping people from falling into a living room area.  A sectional couch with an additional chair sat on a white carpet, stretched in front of a large flatscreen TV with a cabinet covered in video game and DVDs cases.
Beside the doorway into a kitchen was a closed door, and that totally set off (Name)'s curiosity levels.  On the opposite side to this mysterious door was anther hallway with an opening and two more doors, that led off into a dark and empty room.
"Nice place..." She commented, slightly amazed with the size. Marinna chuckled as she danced across the kitchen, pulling utensils, ingredients, and condiments out of every familiar place. 
"Thanks! Don't feel intimidated by the size," she pulled a black cover off of something beside a gas iron stove in the island, revealing another slate, "I know I look rich off my ass, but...  Truth is, I wasted most of my money and I'm barely hanging on right now." She pulled out a few eggs from the carton.
"But," (Name) started, "You said earlier that you had Euros out the wazoo."
Marinna shrugged as she cracked the eggs and poured their insides into a bowl, "Well, all my jobs pay hella well, so it's easy to have that money in my pocket but, you know, bills and shit.  Being an adult is hard as shit."
"I feel you, man." (Name) replied.

The two stood in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being those of the ingredients in the bowl being stirred. But the silence was cut off with a random noise.

'Fuck my ass, it's the Hero!'

It was clearly a recording of Marinna, and the noise erupted from her pocket.  The sudden noise not only made Marinna jump, but also made her smile like a goof and run to wipe her hands.  After he digits were clean, she pulled out her phone and unlocked it, "Sorry," she chilled sheepishly, "My hero texted me."
Looking at her phone, Marinna's turquoise eyes ran over the devise screen, and a large, crooked grin stretched across her face.  She inhaled deeply through her nose and set her phone down.
"Who's your 'hero'?" (Name) asked, obviously confused.

I mean.
Who wouldn't be?

Marinna rubbed her face and went back to stirring, "My boyfriend." Saying the words made her smile giddily again.
(Name) suddenly squealed at the top of her lungs.

"Tell me everything!"

*le time skips mate I forgot what I usually use XD*

(Yay author's being a dickfuck again)

"Oh my actual fuck."

"What?"

"That was the fucking best thing I've ever shoved down my throat."

"That's what she said." Marinna snorted with laughter.
"Fuck you!" (Name) attempted to defend herself.
"Woah, you gotta take me to dinner first if you wanna go that far already, (Name)!" She gasped out.
"What the hell!?" The taller female tried not to laugh.
"You heard me, mate." Marinna stood up and walked over to the previously mentioned 'mystery door' and opened it, walking inside and switching on the light.
"Am I allowed to follow you in?" (Name) called, getting up from the table and trailing behind the red head.

"If you dare." Marinna whispered spookily,

(Shitty chapter actually fuck my asshole rn help me get the fucking stick out of it)

(*groans*)