'I don't know if I'm into rock, but I do like beats and such...it's so good that Robin bought us these tickets so that I can finally go to a rock concert' Jack thinks to himself as he pulled up in the stadium car park.
"Hey Jack, why don'tcha head on in, I'll get some drinks?" Robin suggests.
"Yeah, sure" Jack shrugs and exits the car. He parts ways with Robin and heads towards the entry.
He looks over his shoulder and sees Robin already at the outside bar.
"He better get me somethin strong and worthy for an Irish man" Jack mumbles to himself.
"Oh my god is that Jacksepticeye!?" He hears a scream from behind him.
'Oh no, the crazy fan that stalked me last week!' Jack turns and bolts down the hallways.
'Where's a turn!? A door!? A person!? Anything!?'
Jack turns a corner and runs into someone.
"Sorry, fans" He apologises
"I know right?" Replies a feminin voice.
Jack looks up and sees a girl. She has crazy hair with a coloured fringe, black combat boots, ripped skinny jeans, a short crop top, leather jacket, chocker, peircings and glittery make-up.
'Woah~ She's hot' Jack thinks.
He hears a squeal from where he just came and a million more from where she came.
He freaks out and sees a door to his right. He stands, pulls the girl up, and in through the door. It turned out to be a closet, a closet that had no regards for personal space.
An stampede of foot steps pass the door, going in each direction.
They both breath sighs of relief when they fade.
"Uh...can you reach the door handle?" She asks. Jack just notice the her hands are pressed firmly against his chest and against hers aswell. His arm that is closer to the door is pressed behind his back and his other against the adjacent wall.
"Uh, sorry but no" Jack hears her sigh.
"Yay, no I have a reasonable excuse to catch a break"
Jack wonders what she means, but instead asks who she is.
"You don't know me?" She asks with a surprised look.
"Well, yeah, that's why I asked for your name" Jack is still confused.
"But, your at my concert, I'm (Y/n) (Stage name), the rockstar that is supposed to perform in....16 minutes if I remember correctly"
"Well Miss (S/n), were you running from fans?" Jack asks.
"Yeah, you aswell Mr. Septiceye?" Jacks breathing hitches as she says his name.
"You know me?" He starts fangirling because he starts remembering how famous she was. He was in such a rush before that he couldn't really see her face.
"Well, yeah, your amazing and not to mention pretty cute" She says boldly.
"And if I'm completely honest, when I first saw you I thought you were hot" Jack chuckles nervously at his own stupidity.
'Why did I say that!?' Jack screams at himself.
He feels a small amount of heat radiating from slightly below him.
"Are you okay? Your burning up?" He asks her. He sees that his hands are still stuck do he leans his head forward.
He gently rests his forhead against hers to feel the temperature. And to his concern, it rises.
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