You were so excited looking out the small window next to your plane seat at the beautiful green of Ireland.

For your summer break, which you had been planning for a year now, you had booked a ticket to Ireland, one of your favorite countries. You loved everything about it, especially the food. As a plus, your favorite YouTuber, Jacksepticeye, lived there. You doubted you would see him, but there was still a prick of excitement in your stomach. Suddenly, the plane abruptly landed, jerking you out of your thoughts. Once the plane stopped and everyone was given the clear, you walked out into the airport. You were instantly met with a rush of air, different scents coming with it. As you walked, you heard people talking amongst themselves, their accents varied. Then you reached the baggage claim.

Reclaiming your measley amount of luggage, you went outside and flagged a taxi. Telling the driver your hotel's name, you laid back in the seat, marveling at everything. The sky was a lovely, foggy gray with darker accents. There were rolling hills and wonderful forests of green. As the taxi entered the city, you were met with wonderful, cozy looking buildings. One was a store, another a pub, and finally, a cute little cafe at the end of the block. You sighed, satisfied. Ireland was just what it was cut out to be. Suddenly, the cab screeched to a halt in front of a grand-looking building. It looked almost exactly like the ancient Irish castles that you had seen in books.

"So are ya gettin' out er what?" the driver asked gruffly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Yes, sorry," you say hastily, pulling money out of an envelope to pay the driver. He nods a little thank you as you get out, retrieving your luggage. You go and climb the steps of the hotel, and soon are met with an amazingly fancy lobby. After spending a few moments gaping in awe of how cheap your room was compared to the grandeur of the hotel, you get your room key and take the elevator to your room. The bed was gorgeous and soft, the view was fantastic, and there was a free note pad. How much better could this trip get?

After taking a much-needed nap and later a refreshing shower, you decide to walk around the city. Before you go, you pull on a shirt (with Septiceye Sam on it) and a jacket complete with blue skinny jeans. As you walk out, you notice the sun has poked through the gorgeous gray of the sky. You eavesdrop on bits and pieces of conversation the townsfolk are having.

"Did ya see that lad's dog?" An Irishman says to his companion. "A giant of a beast, it was. It bit someone's arm off and had to be put down." The man snorted. "And right a decision it was. Did I ever tell ya about the..." The man's conversation faded as you walked away. You notice a cozy little bakery squished between two busy buildings. You decide to go in. A kindly-looking old man with a black golf cap is at the counter. You look around. You are soon consumed by the intoxicating smell of baked goods. You notice bread, cake, pie, and cookies. You immediately take a look. Then you notice the greatest invention to cookiekind; a chocolate-chip cookie filled with raspberry jelly. You ask the old man for about three of them; he obliges. Soon, you walk out, a bag of cookies in hand and a big smile on your face. Cookies were your favorite dessert. Anything else you want me to buy? Cookies. What would food would you be fine with eating for the rest of your life? Cookies. You were so enraptured by your cookies that you didn't notice the man walking right in your path. Suddenly, you collide. All you see is a blur of gray and a shock of green. Then you're on the ground, clutching your cookies like they were life themselves. You look up. You gasp. You'd recognize that face anywhere. You've seen it a billion times. You even wear his icon on your shirt. It was him, was all you could think. It was really him.

Jacksepticeye.