Everything's Alright

Chapter Fourteen

Friday morning, I received a text saying that my stuff would be delivered later that day.

"Awesome. So we are free until about three, then we're working." Mark said. "So until then, let's go walk around on the town."

The three of us went to several stores downtown. I was able to buy some new clothes, since a lot of mine that I couldn't fit in my suitcases were donated. I got some cute shirts and some fandom-related shirts.

"I don't know why you're going over there." Mark said. I was headed towards the pants

"For when we're out and about like this." I said. "You don't want me walking around downtown without pants, do you?"

Mark tried to answer but no words came out. Jack and I laughed.

I picked out some shorts and a few pairs of pants. We were headed into fall, it was going to get a little chilly.

"Is there anything you guys want?" I asked them.

"No, not-" Mark started

"Guys, look!" Jack said excitedly. He held out and outfit. "I can look like Booker!"

Indeed, he had found the perfect outfit to look like Booker Dewitt from the BioShock series. He went to the changing room and tried it on. Mark rolled his eyes but we both laughed.

Jack came out and looked at us. He did have a strong likeness to Booker.

"How do I look?" He asked, swaggering through the store.

"Catch, Booker!" I yelled, throwing my purse at him. He caught it and we laughed.

He changed back into his normal clothes and bought the outfit. Mark ended up buying a few shirts.

We walked down the block to the nearest restaurant. We got some food and ate. I looked at the time and saw that it was half past two. We payed the check and headed back to Mark's place. My stuff was already sitting out front. I signed the paper the delivery guy held and we started hauling my boxes up the stairs. It was mostly gifts from the Tumblr friends, fan art, and my merchandise from all of my fandoms.

Jack decided to stay one more night. So, the three of us played Terrorist Town for a few hours. Mark was the best out of everyone else who happened to be online. It was a hard to tell that it was him. I got away with it a few times, but somehow Mark was able to catch on.

Around midnight, I decided to go to bed. The boys stayed up for a few more hours. I was passed out when Mark finally came to bed.

The next morning, we drove Jack to the airport and saw him off. He and Mark hugged.

"We'll have to get together for some more skits, man." Jack said.

"Totally."

Jack turned to me and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back. He kissed both of my cheeks.

"Its has been an honor being able to get to know you for the past few days." Then he leaned in real close. "Keep this one close. You don't want to lose him."

He left, leaving me in confusion. We waved goodbye to the man until he was out of sight. Then we drove back to the apartment.

Mark edited the video from last night and posted it, then started recording a new vlog. Once he was finished, he began to edit all of the vlogs from the past few days together. While he did this, I was on Tumblr, answering asks and replying to people. What I would have done even if I hadn't moved in with Mark.

I saw the tag erupt as people began to watch the video from last night. Gifsets were made instantly. People commented on my sassiness and how great of an addition to the group I was.

'You guys are so sweet!' I wrote on Tumblr. 'Thank you all for the wonderful messages. Mark and I hope to continue to make you laugh, smile and feel good about yourselves. We love you!'

Mark and I curled up and turned on an old Batman movie. His head was in my lap so I wasn't really watching than just messing with his hair. Eventually, he looked up at me. I leaned down and kissed him for a moment.

"How do you like living in L.A?" He asked.

"It's fun. Very beautiful. And the weather isn't much different than when I lived in Florida."

He nodded. He was being very quiet.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled, but it didn't seem real.

"Mark. I am the Queen of that catchphrase. You aren't fooling me. What's going on?"

He sat up and turned down the volume of the TV. He looked over at me.

"Sarah, what is your God honest opinion of me? Why did you really move here with me?" His eyes showed an emotion that I hadn't actually seen in them before: fear.

"Mark Edward Fischbach. You are the funniest, most caring, most handsome, most daring person I've ever come across. You're a dork. You scream loudly when you get scared by something. You love every single one of your fans. And I have fallen in love with you. I have been through the worst parts of hell, and you have kept me in the light. You saved me from myself. You are the best thing to ever happen to me and I honestly don't know what to do with myself right now because most of the time I blog about wanting to spend time with you and here I am, spending time with you, making videos, watching movies, and I could not be happier. You have made me feel human again."

He looked at me for a moment, apparently unable to say anything. Then he grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. He pulled me into his lap as we continued to kiss. But that's all we did. He kept his hands in my waist, no further up or down and I kept my hands in his hair. We eventually cuddled together with me in his lap and fell asleep.