You're Beautiful To Me (A Markiplier fanfic)

Chapter One: Moving In

(A/N) This is my very first story but I put a lot of thought into what the idea would be. I hope you all enjoy and if you would like to give any feedback I'm all for it. I'd love to know what you guys think. Thanks! ^_^ ~Jypsi

I had just finished moving the last of the boxes into my new apartment along with my suitcase. Finally setting them both down on the black velvet couch and brushing my light brown hair back from out of my blue eyes. Since I was in a whole new place I had to do most of the moving by myself which was a major struggle. It sucked that I didn't really know anyone here in LA, but that was what made this move from Florida so exciting. Plus with my youtube career taking off it was a great place for me to expand and for my channel to grow. My viewers were well aware of the move and I was happy to have they're support. I even promised them a grand tour of the place once I got everything unpacked and organized. The apartment was pretty simple and spacious with two bedrooms and one bathroom. Which was fine by me since I would be living alone. At first the idea scared me, but once I started thinking about it I realized it wouldn't be a big change and I would definitely like the quiet. Besides, I knew I wouldn't be completely alone because in just under an hour, my dad, Jacob would be here to drop off my pit bull, Jazmin. I had adopted her just before I left, from my neighbor's litter so she was still a puppy. Which was why I decided I didn't want her to have to take a plane up here. I worried what the tranquilizer would do to her little body.

While I waited I decided to take a quick glance around the place so I could get a bearing on my surroundings. The kitchen area of course set right next to the living room, the only thing separating the two areas being the island in the center, as well as the transition from beautiful light blue carpeting to the bright white tile floor. The place was fully furnished all except for a bed so I was grateful that that was the only furniture I needed to move with. Which my dad was bringing as well and his big Chevy pick-up.

I walked down the hall to the left of the front door and found three other doors. The first one lead into a small room with a work desk which I guessed was the spare bedroom. But it was soon to become my recording area. Or at least my computer room since I always liked making mobile vlogs while I was out and about. I thought about how crazy it was that I only started this when I was 18 just for fun. And now I'm 20 and I had made a career out of something so simple yet so fun. The second door on the opposite side lead into the bathroom. It was simple. Just the shower/bathtub which was a pretty decent size, the latrine, and next to it the counter top and sink. It was all white with blue and grey granite. Elegant, yet simple. And finally the last door went into the master bedroom. I was satisfied that it was a good size so I would have room for Jazmin's bed as well as my own and still have room for any other decor or furnishings. I saw a sliding glass door which I guessed lead into my closet. I walked over and opened it and stepped back in awe. It was a WALK-IN CLOSET! I smiled brightly flipping my bangs out of my face and slowly stepping in to look around.

In my sightseeing I suddenly heard whimpering coming from my living room and heavy footfalls heading in my direction. When I turned around I saw my dad walk through the threshold of my bedroom with the bed frame packaged up and waiting to be put together. As he set them down with a grunt I strode over to him and gave him a big hug.

"Hey Dad. You made it!" I exclaimed as he returned the hug. I let him go and smiled up at his scraggly face. His mustache and beard were almost completely gray except for some patches where his brown hair still showed. And his hair was it's usual shaggy way. He kept that style since he was my age.

"Hey there Squirt. I brought Jazmin and your bed. The mattress is in the living room with your little mutt." he said jokingly. I playfully slapped his shoulder telling him Jazmin was not a mutt which made him laugh. I let out a quick whistle down the hall and as soon as Jazmin saw me she came scampering down the hallway and started jumping around yipping and wagging her tail like crazy. Her purple bandanna was securely wrapped around her neck and was flipping around with every bounce. I happily picked her up and hugged her into my torso as she proceeded to attack me with kisses. She was such a sweet little thing. Her beautiful hazel eyes glowing with what I could plainly see as love and excitement. I was so thankful that the manager of the building allowed dogs, let alone pit bulls to be here.