Woo! Three Page Part! Go Me!
.....I am so late D:
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Your POV
You awake to your alarm blaring, telling you it was ten in the morning. You slam your hand down on it, rubbing your eyes and groaning; You were up til three making sure you had everything packed, knowing you'd regret it later on.
You pick up your phone, seeing that Mark had replied with his own 'Merry Chirstmas', along with if you would like to get together.
'Sure, is 1pm okay?' you reply.
You go to the kitchen and start up the coffee maker, leaving it to go to the bathroom and get ready.
As you get out of the shower and wrap a towel around yourself, there is a knock at the door. You quickly dry off the rest of your body before going over to the door, trying to look out the peephole.
'Ugh, right. Forgot they painted it over. Lazy maintenance...' You think as you open the door, gapping it only a little.
"Hey," he says peeking around the corner of the door, then looking away, a light blush on his cheeks, "Ah... sorry."
You readjust your towel, lightly blushing as well, "Hey, what's up?"
"I didn't get a reply so I figured I'd check on you," he was still looking away.
"What?" You leave the front door to check your phone, seeing it had died. You sigh and plug the charger in, "Apparently, my phone hates me."
You hear him laugh, but he soon stops, his voice sounding nervous, "Can I... come in?"
You look down at the towel, and think a bit before saying he could. You slip into your room and change into a pair of sweat pant and a v-neck shirt. You come back out and see him facing towards the closed front door.
You giggle, "Mark, look at me....MY BODY IS READY!"
Marks POV
I nervously shift as I walk backwards into her apartment and keep my eyes on the door as I close it. I hear her move about, and then giggle.
"Mark, look at me...," I raise an eyebrow, and begin to turn, "MY BODY IS READY!"
I jump and turn to face her, not knowing what I was expecting. I see her just standing there, fully dressed. She begins laughing uncontrollably and my face turns five shades of red. I look away, continuing my nervous shifting.
"Th-that wasn't cool..." I stammer out.
"Oh?" She asks, coyly, still in a giggling fit, "Are you disappointed?"
I clear my throat, not responding. My eyes catch something that looks like a tiny shrub with light adorning it, presents resting beside it. I smile, putting up my index finger as I walk out, returning shortly after with two of my own presents, setting them under the tiny tree.
"Mark, you didn't have to," she says, walking up and looking at the presents.
I smile, letting out a small laugh, "I know, I wanted to..." I pick up one of the presents addressed to me, "the same goes for you, you didn't have to."
She sighs, but a blush covers her cheeks, "Yeah, but, I figured I'd pay you back for all the crap you've had to go through."
"Yeah, yeah."
Your POV
You hand him a cup of coffee and a plate of silver dollar pancakes, returning to the kitchen to get yours. You sit down next to him, sipping on your coffee.
"So... open them!" You say excitedly.
"What, now?" He asks and you nod.
He sets down his coffee and grabs one of them, carefully popping the tape seals.
"I'm not planning on using the wrapping paper again," you say, impatient, "just tear it open."
He smiles and rips the paper open, revealing the bobble head and figurine. He throws his back a bit and laughs.
"You like it?" You ask.
"Yeah, of course," he said opening the figurine box, pulling out a rounded zombie with cracks all around its stomach.
You gasp and grab it from him, "Aw, yeah! I'm so glad it's this one!"
He looks at you, a questioning look on his face.
"I'm not that big of a fan," you begin, "but I know that this figurine is supposed to be the zombie that rips in half in the well."
"Oh!" He says as you pop the toy in half, "That's so cool!"
He hands you one of his presents, which was all crinkled and had evidence of tape ripped off and reapplied. You look at him with a twitching smile on your face, trying not to laugh.
"Just open it," he says, dropping it on your lap.
You pull at the tape, finding the adhesive had all worn off. Half way open, you see the pink mustache, and you turn and hug him.
"I really, really wanted one," you release him, "thank you."
"Open it all the way."
You turn your attention back to the gift and unwrap it the rest of the way.
"Oh, wow. I... really don't deserve it" you say, looking down at the little red heart.
He runs his fingers through it hair, shrugging, "Didn't I... kind of destroy one of your shirts?"
You bite at your lip, "Yeah... so I guess it's fine," you smile, hugging the shirt.
He shakes his head and grabs the next present, a small box, and hands it to you. You grab it, exchanging it for his next present, nudging him to open his first.
He sighs and opens it, revealing a box. He looks to you and purses his lips.
"Really? Was the wrapping paper necessary?"
"Totes," you nod.
He pops open the box and pulls the shirt out, smiling as he reads it. You blush as he starts to take his shirt off, your eyes scanning over his body, noticing how tone he was.
'Like my dream...' You blush worsens and you look away.
"Hey, how's it look?" He asks, bringing you attention back.
"Yeah, good.." you say, sort of in a daze.
Marks POV
I pull at the tape holding the box together, popping it open. I look at the neatly folded shirt, reading "I BREATH HORROR'. I had the need to wear it right then and there, so without thinking, I started to take my shirt off. In between changing shirts, I noticed her looking intently at me, then turning away. A goofy grin painted my face as I put the new shirt on.
"How's it look?"
She turns back, still flushed, "Yeah... good.."
I lift up my arms, showing off the shirt, playfully flexing a little. She watches until she sees my face, knowing I was playing with her. She looks at the small present in her lap, fiddling with it. She tears back some of the paper to show a box.
"Really?" She laughs.
She peels the tape off the edges of the box and opens it, pulling out the necklace.
"Wow, this is beautiful," she says, eyes glued to the crystal.
I triumphantly smile, knowing I did well in picking it. She unhooks it and fidgets, trying to get it on her neck. I reach over, grabbing the ends of the chain and she freezes momentarily until she releases it and pulls her hair aside. I close the clasps, noticing her visibly shiver as my fingers leave her neck. She turns back to me, her attention on the necklace, sitting above her cleavage. I try to keep my focus on the necklace as well, but my eyes start to drift downwards. She leans in towards me making her shirt gap out a bit.
"So...?"
"Huh?" I blink and look up to her, blush still on her cheeks. "Ah, yeah, beautiful!" I reassure her.
Your POV
Your back tenses and a shiver runs down it as his fingers graze your neck. You look down at the necklace, turning back to Mark for his opinion, but see his attention elsewhere. You lean in towards him, squishing in your arms to make yourself a bit more appealing.
"So...?" You ask, knowing well he was side tracked.
"Huh?" he says, snapping out of his daze, "Yeah, beautiful."
You laugh, "Mhmm, wipe that drool off."
His blush deepens and he looks away shyly. You roll your eyes and grab the remote, turning on the tv and changing it to the parade.
You both finish up your coffees as you talk about times spent with friends and family, laughing about: how long each of you believed in Santa, how many times you snuck downstairs to eat the cookies, and how you now had trust issues because the alleged chocolate chip cookies were actually raisin.
Mark checks his phone and sighs, "Hey, I have to go do the meet up," he says regretfully, "Think you can handle my awesome humor enough to join me?"
You scoff and push him, "You caught me off guard last time. I'll come over, but I'll stay in the living room. How long does it usually take?"
"About an hour or so," he replies.
"Alright," you say, getting up and grabbing your laptop, "I can find something to occupy my time."
Marks POV
I fiddle with the beard, making sure it was at least on straight before I went on. I start recording, typing in 'Markiplier', clicking video, and starting my journey into Omegle.
(This was really short D:)
Your POV
You hear him start talking and you open your laptop, opening the web page already on Omegle. You hesitate as you type in 'Markiplier' into the interest box and clicking the video option.
You make your way along, waving to guys and girls who were waiting for their chance. You would type in every once in a while, 'Seen him yet?', getting mixed answers of yes and no. You go through a few more conversations before a smile creeps on your face. You see and hear Mark get up from him desk and walk down the hall. You look up to him leaning on the wall, his beard pulled down and a smile on his face.
"Oh, really?" He asks.
You stick out your tongue and type 'yes, rly', pressing enter. He shakes his head and returns to his room, appearing once more on the chat video.
"Couldn't go an hour without seeing me?" He asks sarcastically, a smile still on his face.
"Shush. I've never done this before, and probably never will again because of trauma."
He laughs, "Okay, well I got to keep going. Don't expect to see this in the upload, though."
You purse you lips, but accept it as he readjusts his beard and waves bye to you, disconnecting. You exit out and close your laptop, feeling giddy inside.
Marks POV
I wave goodbye to the last fan and close out the page, ending my recording. I pull off the Santa outfit and rub my throat, feeling how hoarse it had gotten. I would just edit the video later, but as it was, I had a flight in five hours. I walk out and see (f/n) happily sitting there, like she was fifteen minutes ago. I grab a bottle of water from the kitchen and go to sit next to her.
"So, a lot of people tonight?" She asks.
"Yeah," I say, weakly, "I really can't do that voice for long periods, though."
"No kidding, you sound horrible."
"Thanks," I say sarcastically, taking a sip of my water, "... So, I haven't packed, wanna help me?" I give her two thumbs up and a goofy smile.
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Okay,
I felt bad for all the reads I was getting, and not posting anything new for a while.
I feel like I should've posted this anyways because it's getting further and further away D:
I still have a bad writers block, but I'm working my way through it!
I still do really need an Elena! D:
Best regards (and thanks for understanding),
BellemueCat93