"Jaycee!" Jack called, running after her.
Jaycee had started running away as soon as Jack asked her.
"Jaycee!" Jack called, slowing down.
Jack knew he wasn't going to catch her. His only hope was to wait back at his house.
-Jaycee's POV-
I tried. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen. I..I don't know if I love him anymore. He seems..different.
-End Jaycees POV-
Jack was crying driving home. He didn't know what he did wrong. He loved her, and from what he knew, she loved him back. He just drove in a mix between sad and angry. He wasn't angry at Jay, but at himself. Why had he been so stupid?
He finally got home after what seemed like hours of driving. He didn't know what to do. He just sat in the car when he heard a familiar start to one of his favorite songs. (sorry but I've recently taken a liking to this band and you should go check them out) It was My Chemical Romance. His nostalgia took over him as he started singing.
"When I was,"He sang.
"A young boy, my father took me into the city,
To see a marching band,"
He sang along as tears were still streaming down his face. He had flashbacks of him being a senior in high school. He didn't remember much, exept one thing.
Mark.
They had ran into each other on the first day. Jack's mind had diverted from Jaycee and on to Mark. He hadn't realized that in three months, Mark would have been dead for a year. His head was pressed on the steering wheel. He thought this was behind him. He didn't want to move. He felt...different. Almost...depressed and suicidal. He quickly realized that Jay was a bigger part of him than he thought.
Jack pressed his face into the steering wheel, and didn't move. He would have stayed like that longer, but he saw the familiar glow of headlights.
Shit! Jack thought, as he quickly got out of the car.
Jaycee spotted him getting out of the car, and managed to get out faster than him.
Jaycee ran inside and sprinted down the hall, into the bathroom.
"Shit; Shit; Shit!" Jack said out loud as he sprinted after her.
He had walked in just to hear the bathroom door slamming. He knew what she was doing.
The same thing he did when Mark died.
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Try. {Jacksepticeye}
Fanfiction*Warning, read with caution if you are triggered by, suicide, death, depression, ect.* After the death of his closest friend Mark, Jack is now trying to recover. But it's not as easy as one might think.
