You're Beautiful To Me (A Markiplier fanfic)

Chapter Three: Please Don't Go

Marks POV

A couple nights after I walked Dakota back to the apartment after that run in with those dumbasses, I caught myself thinking about her during a game of Prop Hunt with Jack, Wade, and Bob. We were on teams of two with Jack and I being props while Bob and Wade being the hunters. The round had just begun and I suddenly started zoning out and my mind went to Dakota. How scared she looked when she ran into me and then in complete awe when she realized who I was. Even in the dark her pale blue eyes seemed to shine like beautiful little stars. I noticed that she started blushing a lot when she kept holding my hand after I helped her up. She was so beautiful in every way. Not to sound like a pervert or anything but her hourglass figure was something I found difficult not to admire. She was so shy and I couldn't help thinking how adorable she was when she tried hiding behind her long brown hair. But when I saw the two goons coming after her I knew I had to protect her. I recognized Matt Jacobson and Joe Mitchel from some WANTED posters I'd seen when I was in the city. Mostly petty crimes, but the way they were talking about Dakota like she was just a toy for them really pissed me off. I sure as hell don't tolerate assholes like them. I moved on to the memory of us eating at the Denny's restaurant and how anxious she looked. She couldn't stop fidgeting and looking everywhere but at me. I could tell she was scared, but I didn't know exactly what to say at the time. I was relieved that I was able to get her to relax and start talking. I thought about how sweet and innocent she acted once she calmed down and I felt a small smile twitch onto my face. Her smile... Just amazing. I got so wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't even hear Bob or Jack trying to get my attention until Bob killed me.

"Earth to Markiplier! What the hell are you doing?!" I suddenly heard Jacksepticeye's Irish tone in my ears which snapped me out of my daze. I looked at the screen confused at first and then I remembered we were playing Prop Hunt.

"Oh God dingus dammit! Sorry guys I guess I zoned out there." I tried explaining to them. Wade was the first to question about it. He knows better than anyone I'm not one to just zone out while playing a game.

"Mark since when have you ever zoned out during Prop Hunt? Are you okay bro?"

"Yeah dude what's up? Come on spill it." Bob interjected. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh I met this random girl the other day and saved her from getting raped and then took her out to dinner and found out that she lives next door and now she's constantly on my mind.' Yeah because that would be such a good explaination. They would never let it go.

"I don't know I guess my mind is just dicking with me today." It wasn't really untrue. It was my mind that distracted me with thoughts of Dakota anyway.

"Oh there's gotta be more than that Mark. Come on!" Jack begged.

"It's nothing I swear. Let's just get back to the game."

"Are you sure bro?" Bob asked.

"Yeah don't worry about it. I'm good now." I reassured them everything was fine and we went on resuming with the game.

After a couple hours I decided I was ready to call it quits and so were they. So we all said goodbye and signed off. I turned off my recording equipment and decided to wait until tomorrow to edit and post it. I was too tired right now and I hoped that maybe some sleep would help me clear my head.

I went to my room, stripping down to my boxers, and layed down under my covers. Sometimes I questioned why I had gotten a queen bed when I lived alone and didn't have a girlfriend or anything. At the time I didn't really think anything of it. Oh well, more room for me to sprawl out like a bedhog. I layed there for what felt like hours and I just couldn't stop thinking about Dakota. Why I felt the need to protect her when I just met her. I'd never met someone who was so terrified before. She was almost in tears when she ran into me. I hoped the impact of hitting my torso didn't hurt her. My manly muscles were hard for some to handle. I felt an urge to keep her safe. Like it was my duty to look after her and make sure she was okay. I shook away the memories of her being scared and went to when we were in the diner and she was happy and giggling a little. Even when she would hide behind her hair when she blushed. I don't know why but I thought that was the most adorable thing ever. She seemed so innocent for someone who I guessed was around 20 or 21. Usually women around my age range were either worried about getting laid or partying or they were worried about work and falling in love and all that good stuff. But Dakota seems to be different. I think she's just a girl trying to find her place here.