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“Yes?” ___ asked, gazing into Jack’s eyes. With a slight hope.
“I—.” He gulped. “I was wondering if you’d like me to hold Sam for you so you can stretch?”
“Oh.” He could hear the disappointment in her voice. Jack could only internally swear as he saw her force a fake smile onto her face. “Yeah… That’d be great. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Jack picked up Sam and ___ stretched.
“I'm going to get some food and talk to my mom, okay?”
“Yeah, go ahead and eat and hang out.” Jack sat down in her chair as she walked away.
’Why the fuck did I withdraw like that? The look on her face afterwards. Oh it kills me. I can’t fucking believe I did that. What the hell is wrong with me? Fucking, fuckity, fuck.’Jack scolded himself. Sam curled up on his chest. Jack couldn’t help, but smile. At least a bit. ’I should at least ask her out on a date when we’re both back in Ireland. Yeah, I’ll fucking sack up and take her out to a movie. We’ll play some damn games. Then… Then I can tell her.’
Almost an hour had passed as Jack was relaxing and somewhat listening to the chatter near the house.
Sam lifted his head, rubbing his eyes.
“Green hair?” He mumbled.
“Yes… My name is Sean, by the way.”
“Sean. Both our names start with an S.” Sam smiled, then laid his head back down. “You’re warm.”
Jack chuckled. “You ready to wake up?”
“No.” He curled up as he whined. Jack tickled Sam, making him scream with laughter. “Stop, you win!” He looked around. “Where’s Granma and Mommy?”
“They’re just chatting and eating, I think.”
“Let’s go find them!” Sam hopped off Jack’s lap. He grabbed his hand and pulled Jack over to all the people.
Sam let go of Jack and ran to cling to Mary as soon as he saw her. “Hi, sweetie.” Mary bent down and picked up Sam. Mary and Sam rubbed their noses together, making Jack smirk at them. He started looking around for ___. He saw her, joking around with Mark, Matt and Ryan. Matt, Ryan and ___ were laughing so hard they couldn’t breath. ___ was leaning against Matt and Ryan trying to breath and Mark was just blushing slightly with a scrowl and his arms crossed.
Jack’s heart ached a bit then he jogged over to them.
“What’s so funny?”
“___ is what is funny… I just can’t breath.” Matt was wheezing as was Ryan and ___ wiping tears from their eyes. Mark pouted and crossed his arms.
“She violated my ears and my chest.”
“Oh, Markimoo, I just teased you a bit.” Mark huffed as ___ giggled. “Do you need a hug?” She opened her arms with a puppy dog face. Mark smirked and hugged her tightly and picked her up. Squeezing her until she squeaked. “Mark! I can’t breath and I’m scared… Put me the fuck down!” Mark squeezed her again. “Please!” She cried out with a little fear in her voice this time.
Mark quickly put her down then ruffled her hair. “Aww, but you looked so little and cute I just had to pick you up. You’re so small.” Mark stopped messing with her hair. “Wait… Are you scared of heights?”
“Yeah! Heights are so damn scary! What gave that away?!”
“So… Since I'm like 6 inches taller than you… If I threw you over my shoulder… Would you probably scream?”
“Yes. Although… I would rather deal with something else that is 6 inches that could make me scream.” She winked, making Mark blush again and making Matt and Ryan break into laughter.
Jack just stood there. He didn’t know this side of ___. He didn’t know she was so dirty minded and flirtatious.
’Why doesn’t she ever flirt with me like this?’ Jack thought to himself feeling a little jealous and annoyed.
“You know I'm just joking. I have a dirty mind and I joke around with people I know won’t take it seriously.” ___ bumped Mark a bit.
“So. You’re just flirting with me because you don’t like me.” Mark whined a bit.
She laughed. “That’s a weirdly true way of putting it. I never have the confidence to flirt with my crushes.”
“But you like me as a friend… Right?” Mark put on a pouty face.
“Of course.” ___ said, patting Mark’s cheek.
“Have you gotten used to her non-flirting-flirting?” Mark asked, looking at Jack.
“She’s never flirted with me.” Silence fell on five of them as ___’s cheeks started to turn red.
“Is that sooo?” Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at ___. “And why is that?”
“U-um… I think I should go to Sam!” ___ quickly ran to Sam and Mary.
“Ooohhhh~!” Mark, Matt and Ryan teased ___ and Jack a bit.
“So… She’s really never flirted with you?”
“No… We just talk normally. It’s so awkward to know that there’s a whole other side to her that I know nothing of.”
“She’s really funny with her jokes. You have to tell her that you like her so you can get to know her!” Matt told Jack. “Maybe then she’ll flirt and joke with you more.”
“I was going to tell her earlier, but someone interrupted me and I was a fucking idiot and backed the fuck out.” Jack ran a hand through his hair. “I was a fucking stoop… Okay? I'm going to not be a damn idiot and ask her out on a date when we’re both back in Ireland.” Jack rambled on. All grumpily.
“Don’t chicken out again.”
“I fucking didn’t plan to, man! I should be able tell her when we’re alone….”
“Are you okay being serious with her?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah, Sam is great and she’s amazing. I really like her and I’ve only known her for a bit.”
“Plus she’s a good cook!” Matt chimed in.
“Yes… Yes, she is.” Jack hummed at the thought of her cake.
“What are you going to do when she moves?” Ryan asked.
“Well she has her cafe so I don’t think she will.”
“She was talking about moving into a house once she gets Sam. So she can get a dog for him.”
“Well, I don’t think she’ll move far.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows together.
“And what if she does?” Matt interjected.
“It won’t matter, I can still see her every once and awhile. It’s just so nice that she’s close. So it’d be nice if she was close still.”
“What if she won’t date you?”
“Why wouldn’t she?”
“She did mention that she probably would think that, if any of us asked her on a date, it was a joke and would reject us.” Mark stated.
“I will just have to be tenacious.” Jack smiled. “I won’t give up on her. I will get her to give me chance.”
“I hope she lets you.” Mark smirked.
___ walked up with Sam in her arms and tapped Mark’s shoulder. “Hey, Mark. Can you take us home, please? Sam is really worn out.”
“Yeah, let me get my keys. Just wait here.” Mark set down his drink then went to get his keys.
“Hey, buddy. You ready for bed?” Jack asked Sam while moving his brown hair away from his forehead.
“No.” Sam nuzzled his head into ___’s chest.
“I think you are, bud.” Sam reached a hand out to Jack. Jack took his hand.
“Can you tuck me in?”
“Honey, Jack isn’t coming home with us.”
He started to pout and whine a little. “Why not? You’re leaving and Jack won’t tuck me in.” He started to cry a bit, ripping his little hand out of Jack’s.
“Sweetheart,” ___ hugged him tightly and ran her fingers through Sam’s hair. “We’ll be together for a long time soon. I promise.”
“Can I help?” Jack whispered. It was hurting him to see Sam cry.
“He’s just really tired. He’ll fall asleep in the car.” ___ whispered back, bouncing around a bit and rubbing Sam’s back. He started to calm down as ___ kissed the top of his head then ran her fingers through his hair again.
Jack reached out and rubbed Sammy’s back. “When you’re in Ireland, I promise I’ll come tuck you in to make up for today. Okay?”
Sam peered out with red eyes from being tried and crying. “You promise?”
Jack smirked and lightly patted Sam’s back. “I don’t usually promise anything… But, if we’re both in Ireland, I promise to come tuck you in. At least once.” Jack’s heart felt lighter as Sam smiled and started to close his eyes. ___ smiled.
“Oh… Thank you, Jack… He’s really taken a liking to you… I hope you’ll be a good friend to both of us…” ___ smiled slightly.
Jack could see a hint of pain in her smile and hear the pain in her words.
“Of course… I hope we stay good friends, too…”
Jack didn’t know how to answer, but he wished he could say something else. He didn’t want her to think that they would stay just friends.
“Ready to go?” Mark popped up. Keys in hand.
“Yeah.” ___ whispered.
“Do you want me to carry him?” Mark offered opening his arms for Sam.
“I’ve got him.” ___ hugged him tightly then looked to Jack. “Well, I’ll see you when you’re back in Ireland.” She smiled at him with a hint of sadness. Jack put an arm around her shoulders and awkwardly hugging her with one arm.
“I’ll still be bugging you with texts, though.”
Jack was wishing in his mind, for her to stop looking at him that way. It was breaking his heart.
“That’s fine… Bye, Jack…”
She smirked at him. Then left to go get her mother. Next she followed Mark out to his car. Jack could feel a small weight on his heart. What was he going to do?

Mark helped Mary, Sam and ___ get everything they had brought to the party back into Mary’s home. Mark carried the leftover food into the house. Mary was offering Mark some water. ___ came back downstairs after putting Sam to bed.
“Thank you for carrying everything back in.” ___ came into the kitchen to thank Mark.
“No problem, did Sam go to bed easily?”
“Yeah. I’ll walk you out.” ___ and Mark walked to the front door. “Thank you for letting us come tonight… I was so much fun. Sam had a lot of fun.”
“Thank Jack. He’s the one who asked if you guys could come. On the topic of Jack, give him a chance…” Mark smirked because he wanted to help Jack out. Mark knew ___ was very reserved to let any of them get too close.
“What do you mean ‘give him chance’? We’re friends.”
“If you’re just friends, why have you never non-flirted-flirted with him?”
___ was quiet for a moment.
“I like him, okay? I don’t have the confidence to play-flirt with him. I would take my own words too seriously and I would get embarrassed. I am just starting to get used to talking to Jack normally. We’re just friends! I almost called him Sean today, which might have been weird. I don’t know.”
___ sighed and leaned against the wall in defeat against her own thought.
“You talk to me so normally.”
“I like you as a YouTuber and a person. I don’t have a crush on you… Although, you are attractive.”
“Well, thank you.” Mark raised his eyebrows to break the tension a bit. They chuckled then things were quiet for a moment. “So you just get nervous around Jack… Because you like him.” Mark raised an eyebrow in question.
“Yes, you’re not going to tell Jack any of this are you?”
“No, I just want to understand.”
“Thank you… I guess…”
___ sighed and pushed off the wall to stand up straight.
“What if Jack said he liked you?” Mark squinted a bit.
___ scoffed a bit.
“That would never happen. I’ve got a lot of emotional baggage. I’m so awkward around him. He’s a busy man and I’m a busy mother and store owner. He could do a lot better than me.” She opened the door. “Plus, it would be too good to be true if he ever did. I’d think I’m dreaming.”
“You shouldn’t sell yourself short like that! You’re a great person.”
“I guess.” She looked away from Mark’s gaze.
“If any of us ‘YouTubers’,” Mark used quotation marks, kind of making fun of the name in a way, “were to ask you on a date. Don’t just write us off. Maybe we just want to go out with you as a friend. Maybe we want to get to know you better. Go with it and have fun. You deserve anything good that comes to you.” Mark smirked.
“Thanks, Dr. Phil.” ___ said sarcastically while rolling her eyes. “You should get home. I have to pack and catch an early flight back home.”
“I’m not joking. Think about it. Have a good trip back home, be safe.” Mark headed back to his car. ___ closed the front door and locked it then headed upstairs to pack.