Antidote (Jacksepticeye x reader)

Chapter 55

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*

We all sat peacefully on the couch, watching Dr. Phil while eating instant noodles. I don't even know how or when just me and Sean increased to me, Sean, Felix, Marzia (who are obviously on opposite sides of the room) Signe and Bob. And of course, the occasional apperences of the eight year old girl who lives in this house.

In the mist of our silent snack, there was an awkward aroma that bothered all of us, but mostly the newly divorced couple. But they acted as if nothing was wrong and kept on eating their noodles, which greatly disturbed the rest of us. Especially me. It was interfering with my daily dose of Dr. Phil.

I sighed, putting my empty cup down and curling up into a ball with my fluffy blanket, getting nice and comfortable in Sean's arms. He wasn't bothered by it, so I only contiuned to bring my blanket closer to my face until half of my face was covered with the white fur.
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"Fucking hell!" Signe all of a sudden yelled after a few moments of silence, jumping up from her set. Everyone jumped and turned to face the now very agitated teen, tapping her feet at a quick pace.

"You two understand that the four of us are trying to watch a show? We don't need your stupid tension distracting us!" She pointed at Felix and Marzia, who were clearly in a state of shock and confusion. After a second of silence and intense staring at the dark brown haired girl, she huffed, sitting back down with her arms crossed over her chest. I shook her off, returning my attention to the T.V., which was now on break.

"Anyways," I streached my limbs, basically being sprawled over the couch for a moment before curling back into a ball. I pulled out my phone from underneath me, unlocked it and went on Instagram. I went under my saved and went to a picture of that girl's sweet sixteen that I still don't know how I'm invited to.

"Danielle's sweet sixteen is in like two days," I started, showing everyone the poster that was black and purple, and had a woman in literally nothing but a thong, bra and stripper boots, the pole literally right between her obviously fake ass cheeks, I'm telling you, it's a bootleg strip club, "wanna go?"

Sean nodded violently after a few seconds of looking at the poster on my phone.

"Of course you'd want to go." I shook my head in disappointment. Bob shurgged his shoulders, and the same with Signe. Now, only the exs have to put their opinion into the hat. They both hesitated to answer, looking off at different areas in the room.

"Well, I don't mind. As long as I'm not the designated driver." Felix started, fidgeting with his fingers. He was nervous of Marzia's response, but it already looked like she didn't want anything to do with the party. She gave Felix a nasty glare before speaking.

"I'm alright." Was all she said and Felix's head slumped in shame. Yikes. "I have to stay home anyways."

"Alright," I sighed, easing up the awkward tension a bit, "Bob, you're driving."

"B-but-"

"You can't say anything. You're the only one who has a driver's license between the ten of us." I chuckled as the boy sighed in defeat, easing into the couch.

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*Mandy's P.O.V*

Being pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair by Dr. Zoë, apperently, I was borderline happy and scared to go home. First off, I'm immobilized for like three weeks since I somehow twisted my ankle a few days back and the doctor said not to put pressure on it. So, I'm stuck in a wheelchair. And in the household I'm currently living in, I have a feeling that whatever Dr. Zoë's rules and warings are going to be instantly discarded.