An Unforgettable Love Story ( Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 3- Meeting Him

A week later....
Your POV
I finished eating dinner and went to the kitchen to wash my plate. That's when I heard the front door open and three male voices chattering away. I quickly rinsed the soapy suds of my plate and placed it in the dish drainer. I wiped my hands with a dish towel and rushed out the kitchen. Suddenly,  I bump into something. I thought it was Mark. "What the fuck, dude? Your chest is really tough, ya know!" I snapped. "Thanks fer the compliment. I try my best to stay buff," A voice that wasn't Mark chuckled. Sounded Irish and sweet. I looked up to see a man with green hair and blue eyes look at me with a smile. I don't know what came over me. I was stiff like a board. I tried to smile but my lips were trembling. My palms were sweating profusely and I tried to wipe them on my shirt. The man kept on smiling at me. I back up and introduce myself.
"H....H....Hi, I'm Y/n, but friends usually call me N/n. You must be Jack."
"My name's actually Seàn. Anyway, it was nice meetin' ya though. I've heard SOOOOOOO much about you!"
"S-Same here! I'm.....uhhhhhh.....sorry for that reaction. I thought you were Mark."
"No problem.  I forgive you."
"Right, right."
I chuckled and so did he. My breathing was funny that entire time. Seàn waved and headed upstairs.  I let out a heavy sigh.
"Oh my God. He's pretty cute. Was his green hair the green haze I have been seeing in the shower?" I thought. Suddenly, I felt a push in my back. I stumbled over but I regained my balance. I turn around to see Ethan snickering. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Hi, blue boy." I said. "I'm not blue boy anymore!" He said as he pointed at his brown hair. "Still calling you 'blue boy'," I chortled. Ethan's bright green eyes shimmered with delight and mischief.....wait, mischief?
"I saw how you were acting around Jack a while ago," Ethan giggled childishly. "I was EMBARRASSED!" I huffed. "Don't worry. Jack's pretty cool, trust me." Ethan said. Jack came down the stairs.....speak of the devil. "Hey, Y/n. Where's Mark?" Sean asked. His Irish accent rang sweetly throughout the room. I kinda liked it. "Uhhhhh, I ain't sure. Ethan?" I turned to the blue boy. "I think in the kitchen. I saw him go there." Ethan replied. "Awesome. I'm fookin' hungry. No, I'm HANGRY. MAAAAARRRRKKKKK! WE WANT FOOD!" Sean said. "YEAH! WE WANT FOOD!" I giggled loudly. Ethan couldn't contained his laughter. I have never seen him like that before. I noticed that I was laughing that I cried, so was Jack. I hear Mark groan loudly. "Aren't you all GROWN adults?!" Mark yelled.  We laughed as we walked into the kitchen. Ethan immediately began to look through cupboards for food. "So, I'm assuming that you met Sean already, lil sis?" Mark asked. I nodded and Sean smiled. Ethan turned his head from one of the cupboards and grinned. "Yeah, it was QUITE interesting." Ethan giggled. I gave Ethan a death glare then he returned to looking for food in cupboards. Eventually, he moved into the fridge and found a pizza box. He placed it on the counter and we swarmed around it.

"Pizza? Really?"

"Yeah, that's what I found, isn't it?"

"Mark, lay off him. He's bouncin' around and he wants that pizza!"

"We should warm it up first. Who the hell eats cold pizza?"

I took out three plates and we picked out slices and placed it on the plates. We took turns in warming up our food. We went to the dining room to eat our pizzas. I got to know Sean better; we had a lot in common. He's also VERY funny. I haven't laughed so hard in my life. We became friends very quickly. I gave him the nickname of 'Green Bean', he really liked it. Mark and Ethan were snickering while Sean and I were talking. Every time I turn my eyes to them, they pretend to talk to each other. Ugh, so immature. "Are Mark and Ethan always like this when I'm not around?" Jack asked. "Yeeeessssss." I faceplanted on the table and groaned. The boys laughed at my expense. Sean patted my head apologetically. "Thank you, Sean." My voice muffled.

"No problem," He said, chuckling. After raising my head from the table, I continued to eat the slices of pizza and while Sean and I went on talking. Even after we ate we continued to talk. We didn't realize how much time had past. Ethan already left and Mark was upstairs in his recording room. In the end, we learned a lot from each other and things we share lots in common. We became friends pretty quickly. We subscribed to each other's Youtube channels and other social media platforms. "Well, I'm gonna rest for now. The jet leg really fucked me over, really." Sean said. I giggled. I nodded slowly. Sean was going up the stairs until I stopped mid way. 
"Sean?"
"Yes, Y/n?"
"It was a pleasure meeting you. You're a very interesting."

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Uh, yeah?"

The Irishman laughed.  "I think you're interestin' too, N/n." He said as he walked up the stairs. My breathing had relaxed. My heart stopped beat quickly and my heart rate went down. What the hell was wrong with me? It's only the THIRD chapter. I shouldn't be feeling these.....feelings!  Maybe it was my reaction from earlier. I'm still kinda bothered from it. Sean's a good guy and I guess he doesn't let those kind of things bother him. There's just something about him.....I can't put my finger of it. One day, I'll figure it out. I heard my phone ring. I almost jumped out of my skin. I answered it as the adrenaline rushed through my veins.

"H-Hello?"

"Y/n! Wha's good, B?"
It was my friend, Nathan. We've been friends since high school. I can say he has that frat boy personality that he's retained for a while. But overall, he's a sweet guy. I've always liked his New York accent. 

"Oh hey, Nate. How are you?"
"Good, good. You?"

"I'm fine...."
"You don't sound fine, doll. What's wrong?"
"Mark.....He had a friend that just came down today from Ireland.....I think? Wait, no. He said he moved to Britain this year but he came from Ireland."
"Uh-huh, you wha's the point?"

"I dunno. I felt like I screwed up or something. I snapped at him and he forgave me but I feel that something's wrong. I...."
"Y/n, you're overthinking this. If he forgives you, just let it slide, dude."

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Nathan."

"Anyways, what's the dude's name?"
"Sean. Sean Mcloughlin."

It was silent on the other side for a couple seconds. He lets out a sharp gasp.

"Isn't that Jacksepticeye? He's in your HOUSE?"

"Uhhh, yes. He is? You're a fan?"
"YEAH! Like, five years or something?"
"Oh. Okay."

"I haven't seen you this riled up ever since I told you my brother is Markiplier, hahahaha!"

"Heh heh, yeah. So, what about him?"
"Not sure. There's just.....something about him, it's just....Ah, I dunno!"

I sighed deeply. "Maybe I'm overthinking this?" I asked. "Hell yes, you are!" His New Yorkian accent rang angrily. I pushed my free hand through my hair. I walked over to the living room and I plopped myself onto the floor. "Maybe meeting him wasn't a bad thing." Nathan assured me. "I guess." I chuckled softly. 

He could be right. No doubt about it.

"Dammit. I have to go. Wife's calling. Bye, Y/n."

"B-Bye, Nate."

The call hung up. I cleared by throat.

Are you sure?

Dude, I'm your fucking brain. The hell wouldn't I be right?

Fine. I trust your judgement.

Damn straight.

I sighed once more. "Damn straight," I said. "Damn straight."