IM BACK BIUSHES NO MORE EATING PAPERS nd STRESING OUT ABOUT GELL

I MEAN NO MORE STUDING TO SCHOOL (oops)

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Markiplier: THE FDUCK

Markiplier: YOUR EHRWE

Markiplier: BUT WHATR

JackSepticEye: ;)))

JackSepticEye: COMEON TEHN MA8 pICK ME UO

Markiplier: SO I COUGHT THE IRELAND PLABNR TICJET 4 NOTHIN HUH?

JackSepticEye: yeah... sorry bout dat

JackSepticEye: i hust finally had the chanve FOR THEWW HOURS!!!!

JackSpeticEye: phikl fogot to tie me up  :P

Markiplier: everytome u ssay pgil i remember phil lester im like wtf

JackSepticEye: PHIL LEDTER IS AMAING

JackSepticEye: but he bnplongs to dannyboy

JackSepticEye: wish i could bmeatt him ;-;

Markiplier: i can get u 2 meat them

JackSepticEye: wHAT

Markiplier: theres this thiing thats voming on new tork likke a youtube thingu

JackSepticEye: i always forhet that ur a youtiber

JackSepticEye: og yeah i mafe a youtibe channel; :P

Markiplier: wHAT

JackSepticEye: yesh! i only habe 739 subs doe   :P

JackSepticEye: theres dis real;ly cool gur wgo likes and comments on egvry single vid :-00

Markiplier: GOD DAMNIT 

Markiplier: I WANTE D TO BE UR FIRST SUB DDDDDDD:

Markiplier: IMMA WATDH SUB LUIKE AND COMMENT ON EBERY BID RN 

JackSepticEye: NO PICK ME UP REMEMBER ????

Markplier: OH EYAH SORRY

OH. MY. GOD. I rush towards the cupboard and pick up the most good looking/casual clothes I can find. What? If I love him might as well look good. But not too picky. I pick up my lucky fannel(because I need all the luck I can get), some black skinny jeans, my glasses and style my light pink hair. I exhale when looking at the mirror. I don't look the best, but this is all I could do in five minutes. 

~ Time skip to the airport because you don't need to know what happened in the car~ 

I thought finding Jack would be easy, since he's probably the only idiot who has green hair. But the airport is full of humans that I don't really care about. About fifteen minutes later, I finally found the green haired dork with a teenage girl who has purple striped hair. I'm guessing that's Sam. "JACK!" I scream, I could feel everyone staring at me but I don't give a shit. 

You know that slow motion thing that happens in the movies? You know, that slow motion running towards each other with open arms, well, that's kinda what's happening, but of course my long ass legs are struggling to run and I'm just stumbling around in slow motion while Jack is laughing his ass off. Finally, when I get to him- Okay fine, when I crash into him, we both fall on the ground, both laughing so hard but in tears at the same time. I hug him as tight as I can, as if he's gonna disappear in a matter of seconds.

I stand up with his legs wrapped around my hips and arms around my neck. At the moment we just kind of stare into each other's eyes, all this time I've been staring at the pictures he sent me, but it's so much better to see him in real life. My eyes slowly goes from his eyes to his pink lips. I stop myself from leaning in, too afraid he would get discusted and run off. But what catches my surprize is that his lips crashes into mine. I close my eyes and move my lips in sync. I can feel his grin, which made me mirror him. We both cought in surprize when we feel a light zap, which made us separateand glare at Sam. "What? You think something as cute as that isn't gonna be on my twitter page?" 

"How old are you again?" I ask her while Jack buries his face to the side of my neck, which makes me hug him harder.

"You didn't ask me, I'm twelve."

"Let me guess, your favourite colour is purple." I say while grabbing Jack's small luggage and start walking toward the exit. 

"Nope, it's black."

"So you're in your emo phase."

"Not's not a phase."

"Suuure." I chuckle and start rubbing Jack's back. After a while of standing in a line, I hear a small whisper from my left ear:

"This is the best birthday yet." 

My eyes widen, "It's your birthday?" I feel a little nod on my left shoulder. OH SHIT, I DON'T HAVE A GIFT FOR HIM... Does a home count as a gift? I hope so. A couple of minutes later, I feel Jack releasing little, cute snores. Serouisly, is evrything he does cute? Staring at him, I notice the scratches on his cheeks, and a bruse right under his lips. Why would Phil do such a thing to a human angel? Thank god Jack came here. 

I will protect him.

No one is going to hurt him.

I love him.

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WHY DOES IT HAVE TO EEENND???

 I'm sorry ;-; This just seems like the perfect place to end the story. There IS going to be a sequel called "Texting philler". It's not really about texting, it's going to be more like an adventurous kind of book.

if you didnt know yet, this is actually my first septiplier book so it holds a huge place in my heart. i literally cried when i read it back because on chapter four or something i was so excited that i got 420 readers and now i have 8.2k reaaders!! im so happy that you guys enjoy some shit i do. 

for the ones who only read this book and not any other of my books, or the sequel, this is the last goodbue.

I love you all so, so much