"Jeez, Tyler. Let's go! Mark isn't gonna wait forever!" A deep voice yells at me. I run my fingers through my hair one last time, making sure that I look good. Markiplier is my biggest idol, and I'm going to meet him today. "Shut up, Jacob! I know you're excited, but I need to finish up!" Jacob is my best friend, especially because he paid for me to fly to Ohio for this convention. "Whatever. Just hurry up, cuz the traffic's not gonna be great." He grabs his keys and jingles them. "Alright, I'm coming..." Shutting the bathroom door behind me, I look over myself in the mirror. My good Converse, check. My grey skinny jeans, check. My warfstache tee, check. And my black beanie. "Shit. Jacob! Where's my beanie!?" I yell at him, then turn. Standing behind me, he holds it up as I jump and scream. "Fuckdamnit! You asshole!" My fist smashes against his arm, yet the damage is done to me instead.
I tear the beanie from his fist and pull it on, making sure that I didn't mess my hair up when I hit Jacob. "Are you ready? This is the last day he's gonna be there, and I don't want to miss him." Jacob tells me. As soon as this comes out, I'm flying out the door and down the apartment stairwell to Jacob's car. A short laugh slips from his lips as he follows, at almost the same pace, which seems leisurely to me. As he unlocks the car doors, my foot impatiently taps against the blacktop before I get in the passenger seat. Jacob's car, a beautiful black 1967 Chevy Impala, roars like a jet before he slams into first gear and tears out of the lot, a wry smile on his face.
As he predicted, the traffic was completely blocked up to three blocks away from the convention center. Parking on the side, Jacob shuts the car off and turns to look at me. "I told you, it's a parking lot up until we get there." I look at him and hold my hand out in the international "what-the-fuck" sign before stepping out and gazing up the street. The sidewalks are relatively clear, so I check my phone as Jacob locks his car and comes around. My favorite picture of Mark, one of him in a Cryotic tee shirt, is my background as I open the camera and check my look once again. When he comes around, Jacob moves my hair a little, so it blocks my left eye. "That's better, don't you think?" He asks as we walk up the street. As I look it over, I realize that he's actually right, for once.
We walk up the Cincinnati sidewalk, which is damp from last night's rain. Jacob(being the asshat he is), left the window open last night and I couldn't really sleep well, so I rub my eyes a little while yawning, careful not to smear my eyeliner. As soon as we get to the convention building, I turn and adjust my beanie one more time before stepping onto the blacktop.
