(Finished) Saying Excuses jacksepticeye x reader. SEQUAL TOO DRESSED IN FEAR

Awake From Your Dream

YOUR P.O.V. I REPEAT THIS IS YOUR P.O.V.

You walk inside with your stunning boyfriend who extra dressed up nicely for you. His bowtie and shoes have to colour of your favourite. You think it is sweet he extra did this for you and you only.

You hold on to Jacks hand, you don't want to lose him. His hands are cold, the fabric of his white blouse thin. You know he is freezing and you are walking with his jacked.

The man opens the doors again and welcomes you nicely. You notice that he is staring at you, which is making you a bit uncomfortable.

Before you knew Jack, you would have laughed about it and maybe asked his number and vice versa. Now you just blush as you walk inside the expensive restaurant.

As the man holding the door opens says: 'Have a good night miss.' You feel that Jack is tensing up a bit. He is smart enough to notice the man is flirting with you.

'Greatens my fellow human,' Jack says to the person and you crack up. He makes it sound as if he comes from a different planet. Yet he tries saying it in a grown up voice he was never destined to have.

You laugh, and feel your eyes tear up from all the joy. You hope your mascara isn't coming off. It is water proof so it shouldn't, but you never know.

Jack starts laughing too and you both stumble over the step that leads into the restaurant. You fall first because your heels are too high and you cannot control your movements.

Jack grabs you tight; making sure you won't hit the ground. His eyes look at you a tiny bit concerned but start to laugh not long after. You love his laugh, if he laughs you smile too. It is a reflex everyone has.

'You're not an alien,' you whisper as you try to stand on your own without your boyfriend holding you tight. You hear his chuckle and you giggle nervously.

'Ooh, you don't know that,' he jokes and you smile again. You try not to be a total goofball in such an expensive restaurant and take a deep breath.

A man patiently waits until the two of you notice him. He is not standing very far away from you, but there are enough feet in between that I cannot hear you talking.

'What is your name sir?' the man asks once Jack found the courage to come closer. He bows to the man as if you are not supposed to know what he is going to say.

'Murphy,' you hear him whisper. But that isn't Jacks last name, its Roane's last name! You start doubting yourself and you think that may be wrong about that.

Then it also comes in your mind that you have to hire a table when giving your last name. So that means Jack hired a table. Did he really hire a table? You ask yourself. Probably.

After several minutes, which feel like ages to you, your boyfriend comes walking towards where you are standing (literally the middle of the restaurant).

You walked towards your table number that only Jack knows. You have no idea where he is bringing you. You tap him on the shoulder as the two of you are walking on a very low tempo.

'Why did you say Murphy? I know that's Roane's surname,' you whisper in his ears. You didn't know for sure but bluffing was a risk you where willing to take.

Jack has not noticed your bluffing and he looks at you as if you should never have heard that. He is surprised you understood what he was saying back there.

'I saw him in the park and we talked for a bit. We went to his house and I forgot to plan our date. He said he knew a good restaurant and called. He had to give HIS surname and not mine. That's way I said Murphy,' Jack smiles a bit uncomfortable yet you think it is rather cute that Roane arranged this.

It may be a bit stupid from Jack to forget planning your date but you forgive him. You always forgive him. And therefore you kiss him on the head very lightly.

'That's nice from him,' you say and remark that Jack is trying to hide his face. Is he holding something back from you? You don't think he is doing that. He probably saw the table you are having your date.

'I know,' Jack laughs childish while still looking away. Then he sees THE table. You know that because he randomly stopped walking and started staring.

You stop walking too. Your eyes widen to the size of a pineapple so amazed are you. The table is decorated with a bouquet flowers. To be precisely: red roses, the flowers of love.

Two glasses of wine have already been served, together with some bread and brie. It is all so beautiful and so white that you have to blink before your brain is used to all the brightness.

There are two chairs yet it is a rather big table for only two people. On the table itself is placed a paper saying: Murphy. Of course that is not the only thing on the table. I could describe it all, but this is YOUR date so tell me...

How does the table look?

Jack is still stunned and frozen but you slowly awake from your dream and look around not knowing for sure if this is really your table.

You think it is the wrong one, the table is far too pretty for only a date. You take a deep breath before you walk up to the seats and take the letter in your hand.

Murphy it reads and you now know for sure this is your table. Although it is neither your or Jacks last name you think that you are right on this spot. It only took you five minutes to realise that.

Jack also awakes from his fantasy and slowly starts moving again. He walks around the table, looking and staring for the same reason as you did.

He then looks up at you with a big smile on his face. He is so happy about it that you chuckle yourself. He stares at the bouquet and says with a laugh in his voice: 'This is our table!'

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I hope you like it. Two chapters in a day, nice isn't it? And I noticed something! I can type BLIND! I guess it's not THAT big of a deal but I am damn proud of myself :P

love you cornflakes,

Stay BOSS!!!