Memories Begin With Goodbye (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 25

I couldn't tell if this moment was right or wrong. I knew I liked him, but in this way I wasn't sure. I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." He said.

"Its okay. Its just been a while since I've done that. You know, the whole 'kissing someone' thing." I replied.

"(Y/n)?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

*1 Day Earlier*

I changed into a pair of jeans and a navy blue shirt that said 'Waiting For The Weekend'. I slipped into my shoes and put my phone in my pocket. I grabbed my keys and walked out the door, locking it behind me.

I saw Ethan waiting in his car and hopped in next to him. I buckled in and we drove towards the theater.

When we parked and got out of the car, we saw Amy and Mark waiting by the entrance for us. I waved, and they waved back, not expecting me to be there.

When we got close enough to talk, Mark spoke first. "(Y/n), we weren't expecting you to be here. Do you have a ticket?"

"I used to go here all the time, so I have a pass to get into whichever show I want whenever I want to. Turns out, coming here like once or twice a week for a few months gets you a pass." I replied.

"Cool. We might just have to come here more often then, huh Mark?" Amy asked Mark.

"I guess so."

Ethan's POV

Amy and (Y/n) walked ahead of me and Maek. They talked about something, while Mark brought up a point to me.

"Hey Ethan, do you like her?" Mark asked in a whisper.

"What? Who, (Y/n)? No." I sounded a bit nervous.

"Oh c'mon, Ethan. You can tell me anything. Do you?" Mark pushed.

"I mean, she's my friend, but I wouldn't say I have a crush on her, if that's what you mean." I was honest about it.

"Alright. Just asking."

...

When the movie ended, we all left the theater. It was 10 o' clock, so I didn't go to sleep.

My phone rang. Odd...

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Ethan..." Said a sad Irish voice.

"Jack? What is it this time?" I asked, a little annoyed that he called me.

"Where's (Y/n)?" He asked.

"She's at her house. Why?" I asked.

"I just want to know how she's doing." Jack replied.

"She's just fine, Jack. And she's trying to move on. Anytime someone even mentions you, she plugs her ears or leaves the room. And if you try to talk to her, she'll be sad again and cry everyday just like she did for the first week after the incident." I explained.

"Oh my gosh... I never meant for this to happen... Amanda is just the relationship counselor, not my girlfriend... Can you please just go hand her the phone?" Jack begged.

"Fine. I don't know if she'll be too happy about it." I walked outside and knocked on
(Y/n)'s door.

When she opened it, neither of us said a word. I just handed her the phone.

"Hey (Y/n)." I heard Jack say.

"Jack?"