Markiplier (R)

                                    

                                          
Mark had been one of my best friends for a few years now. I pretty much told him everything. Almost, everything. One of the only things that I had never told him was that I liked him. 
I was to scared to. A million questions ran through my head. What if he didn't like me? What if it ruined our friendship? What if it messed everything up? What if he did like me, but me and my problems ruined the relationship? A million what if's, ruining the chances of me ever saying anything to him. 
Two people knew how I felt about him. Ethan, and Bob. Ethan had found out while we were hanging out one day, and I had had one too many drinks, and drunkinly confessed to him that I liked Mark. Bob just, knew. It was the little things, I guess. The way I looked at Mark when he talked about something he was passionate about. The weird way how I would always protect his character in video games above anyone else's. One day, Bob had asked me about it, and I was honest with him.
At this moment in time, Me, Mark, Ethan, and Bob were playing Phasmophobia together. I, having only played it a couple of times before was the first one to die. I was frustrated to say the least, and the people in my chat on twitch were highly amused. They kept saying I didn't have enough experience. Which, to be totally fair, I didn't. 
We had been playing Phasmophobia for a couple of hours now. My mind kept wandering, wondering about whether I should just, get over my anxieties and just tell Mark how I felt already. The other part of me was way to scared to do that. 
Ten minutes had passed since I died in the game and the round ended. 
"It was a banshee." Mark pointed out. 
"Of course it was." I said, laughing slightly. For some reason, that seemed to be the most common thing for it to be, at least in my experience playing the game. 
"Who wants to play another round?" Ethan asked. 
"I'm down." Mark said. 
"I don't know. I've got things to take care of." I said. 
"No, come on, don't leave us." Bob said. 
"Yeah, forget your responsibilities, Y/n. Just play games with us." Ethan said. 
"I really shouldn't." I said. 
It went silent for a couple of minutes. Like, the kind of quiet where you could hear yourself blink and breathe. The dead silence that could send chills up your spine. 
"Okay. But if you go, you can't stop me from telling Mark your secret." Ethan said. 
"Ethan, don't you mother fucking dare." I said, a small hint of anger in my voice. 
"I won't, I won't. I was kidding." Ethan said. 
"Now I'm intrigued." Mark said.
I exited the game then turned my computer off. "Fuck damn son of a biiiitch." I said. 
An hour later
I was sitting in my living room watching tv when there was a knock at my door. I wasn't really expecting anyone, nor did I really want company right now. 
I sighed before getting up and walking to the door. I opened the door to see Mark standing there. 
"Can I come in?" Mark asked. 
"Did Ethan, tell you?" I asked. 
"He didn't tell me anything." Mark said. 
I stood to the side and Mark walked in. I shut the door behind him then we walked to the living room and sat down. 
"What did you not want him to tell me anyway?" Mark asked. 
"I like you." I said under my breath. 
"What?" Mark asked. 
"I like you. Like, a lot. And I think I may actually be in love with you. I have been for a while and I've just been way to damn scared to tell you." I said. 
"I like you too." Mark said with a smile. 
That smile. That damn smile. 
I smiled back at him. "Really?" I asked. 
Mark nodded his head. "Yeah, really." He said.