|Run Away With Me| (A Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 3

Your POV

Mark drove as Ethan, Katheryn, and I rode to the arcade. We got there within fifteen minutes, found a parking space in less than five minutes, and got out in a little over two minutes.

Now, we are walking into the arcade, Mark heading over to the machine to get ten dollars worth of tokens. When he came back, he divided the tokens up to us, each of us getting $2.50 a piece. I went straight to the whack-a-mole game, mostly because that's what I think gives a lot of tickets and because I'm really good at it. (That's true about me. I'm good at whack-a-mole.) Mark and Ethan went to the air hockey table and Katheryn went to the racing games.

I continued playing whack-a-mole until Mark walked over, looking like his ego was boosted by ten. "Guess what?"

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, "You won?"

He smirked, "Yup. Now someone has to play with me, and I volunteer you."

I shook my head, "Nah, I got good ol' whack-a-mole here." I patted the machine.

Mark grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the game, taking me to the air hockey table. 'Good thing I got the round I was playing finished.' I sighed as Mark let go of me, placing me at the end of the table. "Mark, do I have to?"

He nodded vigorously as he grabbed the puck out of the end of the table, "Yes, I need an easy win."

I scoffed, "Come at me, bitch!" I got ready, the air starting to flow out of the table.

Mark got the puck at me hard, sending it flying into the goal, "See? Easy win."

I crossed my arms, "There's still a lot of game to be played. I wasn't completely ready, anyway."

"Yeah, uh-huh, sure, get the puck and let's play." Mark tapped the table impatiently as I placed the puck down, aiming for the goal on his side.

I hit the puck and it went flying towards Mark, finding him unprepared. It hit the wall right beside the goal and came soaring back to me, so I hit it back to Mark. He hit it back to me, then I must've hit it a hit to hard, because it bounced off the corner and hit Ethan right in the forehead.

Mark and I dropped what we were holding and rushed over to the ball on the ground known as Ethan. He had fell down on his knees, his hands holding his forehead tightly.

I squatted down beside him as soon as I got beside him, "Ethan? Are you ok? I'm so sorry!" I wrapped an arm around him as he looked up, taking his hands off his forehead, revealing the big red knot that was forming.

He winced as he looked around the room, "The lights hurt." He groaned out, shielding his eyes.

"Do you think he needs to go the the hospital?" I look at Mark, hoping he would know what to do.

"Probably, just to make sure he's ok."

"I don't want to go to the hospital." Ethan mumbled.

"Ethan, you need to." I said softly, rubbing his back. "Let go, come on."

I help him up, my arm still around him and one of his hands in mine. We all went back out to Marks car, got in, and drove off to the hospital.

Time skip to when you are home, 5:45 pm

After we got Ethan pain medication, we went back home. We were all sitting on the couch, Ethan was asleep, the rest of us bored out of our minds.

I clear my throat, "You guys want to play some games?"

Marks and Katheryns heads turned toward me quickly, then to each other. Mark nodded, "Yeah, but what game?"

"Schizophrenia Simulator?" I suggested.