"Well, thanks for letting me stay at your place."
"Don't mention it, I wasn't gonna let you freeze out there, haha," he chuckled.
A grin curled around my lips.
"Hey, since you're up, do you wanna go walk around? I can show you a bit of the city."
"Of course," I bounced.
"Uhh, is it okay if I can have a sweatshirt on?"
"Oh. Ahm, sure," Jack arched an eyebrow. I saw he was confused.
He left the room to go grab one for me.
I could hear his drawers creak as he opened it. He then came back with a, "BOOPER DOOPER!" sweatshirt.
"Pfft—Are you a fan of someone?" I covered my mouth, holding in my laughter.
"N-No, it's nothing. Just put it on," he blushed. I shrugged and walked into the nearest room possible.
My hands slithered through the holes, one arm, both arms. I then slid my head through. I'm a sneaky snake.
What luck is this, it was just my size! It was also really comfortable, and it smelled just like home.
A few minutes passed by as I fixed myself up.
"C'mon, does it take that long to put on a sweatshirt?" Jack yelled through the door.
"For girls it does!" I yelled jokingly.
I opened the door slowly, tiptoeing out. Jack turned to me, I saw his pale blue eyes widened.
"You look so..."
He whispered and stopped himself.
"I'm what?" I laughed with my hands on my hips. "N-Nothing." Jack turned and waved for me to come towards him.
We walked out the door leaving for Athone, Ireland. "So, have you ever been here?" Jack said trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah, actually, back when I was just a kid."
"As a kid?" Jack looked at me confused, again, "Oh, sorry. I'm acting rude, what had you come to Ireland as a kid?"
I shrugged, "It's okay. I came here because my father worked for the USA Air Force and I was sent here with my mom too."
"Ah," Jack whispered.
I looked down, watching as our feet synced in with each other.
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"Are you hungry?"
"Yeah," I mumbled. Jack grinned, "I know the perfect place for people like you!" He grabbed my wrist and started running.
"Wh—Woah!" I stumbled as I followed along. We came across an abnormal restaurant.
It was an authentic Irish restaurant.
Oh. My. God.
Holy hell. I got the chills.
A/N: I have never seen an Irish restaurant in real life (in America). No joke, would actually be shook.
I glared as I read the name of it, "Freché's Masterpiece"
A/N: NOT AN ACTUAL RESTAURANT, I JUST ASSUMED IT WOULD BE SOMETHING LIKE THAT. DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!
"Are you sure?" I frowned.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Jack said. I walked inside, along with Jack, and sat down at the closet table.
It was a red table, with napkins in a container, it also had plates in the middle.
Oh.
It was a pizzeria. Dammit.
I grabbed one of the plates and set it in front of me and stared at the white plate for a few minutes, "Hello! May I take your order?"
I looked up, frightened by the voice.
"Oh! Oh, oh my. I'm sorry! Ah, haha. I'll have a F/T (favorite topping[s]) pizza, please."
The waiter nodded.
"Wait, what about you Jack?"
"Oh, I'm getting whatever the hell you're getting, haha." He smiled while lifting his hands in a 'why not?' fashion.
I giggled; he made a stupid face along with it.
I stopped for a moment, my smile disappeared. I stared blankly at the plate before me.
It felt hours went by as I thought about if I'll ever make it back to my hotel room. I don't exactly remember where it is or what street I took. Shit, I'm bad with remembering.
"So,"
Jack broke the silence.
"Afterwards, would like me to drop you off at your place?"
I looked up, "Oh, sure."
Again, I turned away. I don't know the address to the hotel because I'm an idiot. How can my day get any worse, huh? Fantastic.
I moved my hand over my face, covering half of it. Making it awkward, I've never really eaten with a stranger.
Neither do I want to. Do I even know this, 'Jack'?
I mean, sure, I knew a Jack as a kid but that was all.
"Y/N, is it?"
I dragged my hand down, allowing one eye to look at him while briefly showing the rest of my face.
"Yes, why?"
"Oh, well, do you feel sick?"
I bit my bottom lip, I wanted to say homesick but—
—I wanted to know more about him.
"Yeah, a bit," I answered.
"You can stay at my house until you get better. Is that okay?"
