Try. {Jacksepticeye}

Comic-Con {18}

"Are you ready?" Jack asked, looking at Jaycee, who was sweating nervously, and on the verge of tears.

She had always hated airplanes. Airplanes scared the shit out of her, more than teenagers. She always had a fear that they were going to crash and she'd die. Jack did too, but not as bad.

"Yeah," She mumbled.

"Hey, it's okay." Jack said.

"I don't know, Jack,"

"You can do it,"

~****~

"You got your bag?" Jaycee asked.

Jack was scanning the baggage claim, searching for his lime green bag, when he came across an abundance of fans who were going to Comic-Con. As he was hugging them, he wanted to cry as he thought about what was to come. He wouldn't -couldn't- cry in front of everyone. They had all been congratulating him on how strong he's been, but she wasn't strong at all. He was pretending for everyone. He was, in fact, the weakest person. It was then that he decided he'd meet everyone, no matter how long it takes. He had to.

~****~

They arrived at the hotel around half-past six. The only available hotel rooms were the ones they stayed at last time, as no one wanted to be in or around the room Mark stayed in, as they thought he'd haunt them. Maybe that's why Jack could see him through the mirror. Or maybe he was really schizophrenic.

They got settled in and unpacked.

"I can't sleep," Jaycee said.

So, naturally, Jack sang her to sleep as he usually does.

~****~

Jack walked in to Comic-Con. He saw the tables of other YouTubers being set up, but there was one table that most people were huddled around.He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was, but the candles, picture frames, and the big red "M" on the table didn't exactly look promising. But at the same time, he also wanted this table to be a thing. I mean, aside from his unfortunate ending, Mark deserved everything he got, and even more. Mark did so many things. So many important things. 

Jack refused to approach the table. Even when Jaycee when over without him. He knew what would happen if he did. He couldn't let that happen. Jack couldn't understand why this meant so much to Jaycee. Hell, she didn't even know him. He was just a series of descriptions and feelings in her head. What was she feeling? What could she be feeling? 

"Hey, Jack?" Jaycee said, after she reunited with him in the corner.  

"Yeah?" He responded, looking up from his phone. 

"I think we should go," She said nervously. 

Jack didn't even have to ask why. He quickly saw the two tallest men in the building, Dan and Phil. Jack immediately picked up his coat and grabbed Jaycee's hand. Realizing that the only exit was past them, Jack started walking faster. Jaycee switched sides with Jack, so she'd be closer to Dan and Phil, instead of making Jack be over there. She didn't want to do anything to upset Jack, as he'd be meeting his fans in a little over two hours. 

They brushed by them and left without looking back.