(A/N) *listen to the video while reading. not mandatory but it is cool if you do.*
You sat in your room. Your hair was a mess. Your face was flushed red, tears running down your face. You were barely making enough money to afford your house. After your parents passed, you struggled to keep your house, working two jobs, barely getting any sleep. You glanced at the scars on your wrist, and to a razor, in your reach. You sighed. "Not today, (Y/N)."
You walked to your door, and slipped on your shoes, which were getting tight around your feet. You couldn't afford new ones. You walked to a coffee shop not far from you, with your PC and your earbuds under your arm.
When you arrived, you sat down, and connected to the internet. You opened YouTube, and went to Jacksepticeye's channel, one of your favorite YouTubers. Even while you're depressed, he makes you laugh and smile.
You watched his videos, smiling. When you got up from your seat, late at night, you walked down the street back to your house. You bumped into someone while you were lost in your thoughts, thinking about how much longer you could pay the bills for your house.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" You heard a shockingly familiar Irish voice say. "Huh?" you said. Your gaze snapped back into focus, out of your thoughts, and you looked at the face you bumped into. You felt like your jaw just dropped to the floor.
Stunning blue eyes, green hair... "JackSepticEye?!" You squeaked. You saw a hand wave in front of your face. "Huh?" you said. You realized you were kinda drooling. You wiped off your drool, embarrassed. "You were standing still for 2 minutes straight," he commented, laughing.
You realized your PC and earbuds were on the floor. You picked them up, blushing madly. "Are you okay? It looks like you've got a purple spot on your head." he said, concern shadowing his face. "Oh, I'm fine!" You say. You realized your PC was shattered, shards of screen falling to the floor. You tried powering it on, but it didn't work. "Shit.." you muttered under your breath.
He realized. "I should get you a new PC," he said. "Uh, can you give me your number?" You gave him your number, for some reason. You didn't think twice about it. You exchanged numbers. "By the way, what's your name?"
"(Y/N)." "That's a pretty name," he commented. You blushed. "Thanks, by the way, don't get me a PC-" You realized you were talking to thin air. You turned around. "See ya later, (Y/N)!" he called out. "Uh, bye!" you called back.
Comment if I should write more.
