The man standing at the doorway was staring at you. "Are you ok, ma'am," he says as you try to gather your thoughts. Once you finally calm down, you look into his eyes. "Y-your mark. The one on youtube," you say. Your voice is very shaky. Then, another man pops his head through the door "mark," the man says. "are you flirting with this girl?" Mark turns and slaps the man. "Shut the hell up, wade. no i am not," mark says. Mark looks at his feet, then back to you. "Come in," he says. "Lets celebrate our birthday together."
-------------
A couple hours later, everyone has fallen asleep, except you and mark. It's 1:30 at night. "I think its best i leave now," you say to mark. "Its getting la-" "stop," mark interrupts. "Why dont you stay the night," he asks without hesitation. You look at him with a confused face. "I dont have p.j.'s." mark suddenly jolts up and runs up the stairs. "Why am i here," you think to yourself. "What does he want?"
Mark starts running down the stairs with some clothes. He approaches you. "H-here. Just use these," he says. He is breathing heavily. He gives you the shirt and the pants. "Huh," you say. "Your famous red flannel and markiplier p.j. Pants." "Yea," he says quietly. "Your the first person- other than me- to wear those." You look at mark, then back at the clothes. "Do you have a bathroom or something i can change in," you say. He takes you upstairs into his bedroom. "Just dress in here," he says.
Once he leaves, you start to wonder around. He has a small bed, a couple plushies on it. You sit in the bed. "Awh," you say as you pick up the tiny box tim plushy. You get up and walk over to the dresser. "Wow," you say in amazement. "Thats a lot if fan mail."
You go back to the bed and start undressing. you totally forgot you were wearing your black thong. "Crap," you say, quietly. "This is going to be an uncomfortable night." You take off your shirt. Suddenly, mark walks into the room. "Are you-," he says. He starts to stare at you awkwardly. All you were in were your thong and bra. "Um," you say. "S-sorry. I didnt mean to," he says. Mark starts to awkwardly smile and walk out of the bedroom.
"Crap," you say again to yourself. You start to quickly put on the flannel and then the pants.
You rush out and mark was sitting on the couch. He gets up quickly and clears his throat. "You can sleep in my bed," he says. You look at him. "I-i cant except that," you say back. "And i cant except that you sleep on the couch," he strikes back.
--------------
YOU ARE READING
how she became mrs. fischbach
Teen FictionSo this is my first fan fic. i couldn't even create a good enough name but oh whale