Soooooooo, I'm switching the ___ to Y/n cuz I can, and I'm used to that, anyway. Anywhoosies, NEW CHAPTER OMG!
I stepped out of the shower and sniffled. Why'd I remember that now..? I questioned as I dried off. I wiped the steam (TRAIN! CHOO CHOO! Sorry I'll shut up now...) off of the mirror and sighed.
*BANG BANG*
"Y/n! C'MON! BOB AND WADE WANNA SAY HI!" I jumped at Jack's loud voice and chuckled.
"Be out in a second, Jacky! Let me get dressed!"
I could almost sense his eyebrows rising and falling. "Ooo la laaaaa!" I rolled my eyes and dried off, waiting for Jack to go away. "Y/n, you're taking too looooong! Hurry uuuuuuuup!" he whined, banging his forehead against the door.
"Seán William McLoughlin, if you don't give me a minute."
He chuckled and smacked the door. "Oooh, using full names, are we? Better be glad I only know your last name, Ms. L/n!" I slipped on my clothes and finished drying my hair. "Y/n!" Jack whined. I swung the door open, making him fall forward.
On top of me.
*Mark's P.O.V*
"Where's Jack? Thought he'd be back with Y/n by now." I looked over at Bob and shrugged. "Mark, why don't you go check on them? Maybe something happened."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "They don't need anyone to check on them. They're adults." Bob opened his mouth to say something but there was a crash from Jack and Y/n's room. "What the..?" We all stood and walked next door.
Jack laying on top of Y/n was the last thing I saw before my vision went dark red and I rushed toward the green haired man.
Hey, guys, sorry for the short chapter. I would've done more but I feel like shit. I'm sick, idk with what, but sick, and I'm really freaking tired, so I'll (hopefully) see you guys Wednesday with an update for Stranded. Thanks for reading! ~Wolfie <3
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