I got up at 6 and went to the kitchen to make waffles and eggs. Once done, I went to Lauren's room to wake her up. I lightly shook her shoulder, whispering her name. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up, stretching.
"Morning Lauren. I made breakfast." She let out a small yawn before running a hand through her messy hair.
"Thanks mom." She got out of bed and trudged her way to the kitchen. When she saw the food, her eyes light up.
"Eat up dear. We're leaving at 7." She gave a nod and began to eat. It was only 6:23 right now.
"Slow down dear. You have plenty of time."
"It's just so good." I let out a small chuckle.
"Thank you Lauren." She soon finished her breakfast and cleaned her plate. She then went to her room to get dressed while I cleaned the kitchen. Lauren came out of her of room, brushing her hair, wearing a pair of faded jeans, dark blue converse, a Starbomb shirt, and a blue jacket. Her blonde hair was getting longer as well. It was now past her shoulders.
"Hey Lauren, do you want to get a haircut soon?" She grabbed a lock of her hair and stared at it.
"Sure. Maybe today?"
"I'll see what I can I do."
"Thank you mom." Lauren gave me a hug and I immediately returned it.
"No problem dear." Lauren pulled away and sat on the couch and began to watch TV.
This is the first night that she hasn't have a nightmare. I'm so glad. I better tell Mark when I get a chance.
I got my phone out and dialed the number for the closest hairsalon.
"Hello. How can I help you?"
"Yes. I'd like to make an appointment for my daughter. Anything after 3:30 is good."
"How does 3:40 sound?"
"That sounds nice. Thank you."
"Name please."
"Y/n l/n. My daughter is Lauren l/n."
"Thank you. Your appointment is made at 3:40."
"Ok. Bye." I hung up the phone and looked at the time.
6:53........ Should get ready to leave.
"Lauren, grab your backpack. We're going to the car."
"Ok." She grabbed a dark purple backpack and we walked out the door. I locked the door and followed her down the hall, towards the elevator. Once in the car, I saw a bit of sadness in her eyes.
"Hey, if anything goes wrong, call me. Ok?"
"Ok mom. Thanks."
"No problem dear." We drove to her school and when I parked the car, I remembered all the times I was bullied and teased in Jr high. I was brought out of my thoughts when Lauren exited the car. I saw that people were giving her weird looks.
Must be because she walks here normally.
Lauren gave a small wave before leaving. I drove back to the apartment only to get a call right when I parked.
Mark.
"What's up?"
"Hey, no 'good morning'?" He asked jokingly.
"Good morning Mark. What's up?"
"Good morning. Nothing much. Want to come over and play some games?" I started my car back up.
"Don't have to ask me twice. On my way." I hung up the phone and began to drive to Mark's place. I soon made it and I knocked on the door. He opened it and pulled me into a tight hug. He seemed to hold closer than he normally does. I let out a small laugh and gave his back a pat.
"Great to see you too Mark. Why are you up this early though?" He pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I couldn't sleep at all last night."
"Mark, you need sleep. Is everything ok?"
"I was worried about Lauren." Mark sat on the couch and let out a sigh. I sat next to him and rubbed his shoulder.
"Take a nap."
"Huh?"
"Take a nap Mark. You can use my lap as a pillow if want, just take a nap." Mark stared at me before laying down. He was laying on his back, his head on my lap. I gently took his glasses off and set them on the coffee table.
"Sing for me please." He said in a tired voice.
"Ok." I began to softly sing the song he helped me write as I gently ran my fingers through his hair. When I finished the song, Mark was asleep. I continued to stroke his hair as I hummed softly and quietly.
I'll let him sleep for about an hour or so.....Yeah. That sounds right. So about 8:30 or 9 I'll wake him.
I looked down at his face and remembered all of the times he would talk seriously in his videos and all of the wonderful things he has done and said.
How can anyone hate this man? I know many don't like his style of videos, and that's ok, but Mark himself is a wonderful person. Sweet, kind, caring, helpful...... the list goes on.
"How did I get so lucky to find a person like you to make me smile and laugh?" I asked myself quietly.
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Markiplier X Reader
RomanceYou are a 22 year old girl and is a proud writer. Your life is pretty normal, or at least to you, untill one day when you meet a certain Iplier.
