Jacksepticeye Imagines

Visiting an Old Friend (Part Dos)

Wow, I really didn't expect you guys to want a part two so badly.

Lol... But here it is.

Enjoy.

A long time ago, there was a time when Jack and I were boyfriend and girlfriend. I loved him more than anything or anyone I knew. I treated him like the only thing in my sight. He treated me better.

Until something happened.

I don''t know, just... something.

Jack had come to my house in the rain and I'd let him inside.

"What's wrong, Jack?" I asked, as a troubled look was upon his face. He gazed at me, and then away. Something wasn't right with him.

"I..." He rubbed the back of his neck, which he only did when he was nervous or under stress. 

A piece of his mocha brown hair fell into his eyes. With my OCD activating, I quickly brushed it out of his eyes. His mouth turned up into a slight smile for less than a second. Then it was gone.

He took the next ten minutes, blabbering about some untold something that happened and that because of it, he had to break it off.

And just like that, we were gone, too.

Jack and I had stayed friends through the years until I decided to make the surprise trip to Ireland while I was in the neighborhood.

Well, actually, I was in the neighborhood just to see him, but ANYway....

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he pulled my shirt over my head.

Suddenly, I didn't know who I was as I calmly replied, "Yes. C'mere." And I pulled him on top of me. He smiled and chuckled.

"We haven't been like this since...." He only had time to mutter half of the sentence before that familiar pain lingered behind his eyes. Whatever had happened years ago was still affecting him.

I crawled up next to him, "Its okay, Jack. You can tell me." I laid one hand upon his shoulder, which was still covered with his oceanic blue shirt. I slid one shoulder off, but he gazed at me like he didn't know me anymore. It stopped me in my tracks. 

Swiftly, I retrieved my shirt and began to replace it over my chest.

"No, wait," he reached for me, but missed by inches. I was already heading for the door.

"Don't worry," I spun around to face him as the new person I was slowly becoming, "Whatever happened all those years ago, I don''t care what it was." I saw a glimmer of hurt flicker in his eyes, but I had to say what I had to say.

"I loved you, Jack," I simply exhaled it, devoid of meaning or any feeling at all, "But now I guess it doesn't matter." I turned away to leave.

Jack grabbed me by one arm and kissed me.

He kissed me.

It was the first time he'd kissed me in almost a decade. I relished in the feeling of his soft lips churning with mine, dancing underneath the light of the two rooms we were standing between.

I pulled back, completely aghast by his actions. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to kiss him again or slap him across the cheek. I secretly imagined the large red blotch that would surely form.

"Jack, I - " He cut me off with another kiss.

He pulled back for a single breath, "Get back in here." He closed the door behind me. He lifted me into his arms, and we ventured back into his apartment.

Aaaaand another cliffhanger. I'm so sorry. (Not really because I just might make ANOTHER part.)

Ta ta for now!