You're Beautiful To Me (A Markiplier fanfic)

Chapter 5: First Date

I woke up in a dark, unfamiliar environment. At first I was confused as to where I was. Then I remembered what happened a few hours ago. Mark and I were watching Evil Dead and I fell asleep on him. He must have carried me to his room. I looked over to see it was almost 3 in the morning. I better get back to my room and let Jazmin out. I slowly sat up on Mark's bed and I realized I wasn't wearing my jacket. I guessed Mark took it off. He could have seen them... my scars. I thought. I brushed the thought away. It was pretty dark so he could have easily overlooked it. I got up and grabbed my jacket. Lightly tip-toeing into the living room to find Mark asleep on the couch. I smiled softly at how peaceful he looked. I continued over to his counter and left a note saying that I went back to my apartment when I woke up. I put a little heart next to my name at the bottom. I don't know why. Then I set it down on the coffee table and quietly left to go back to my room.

Mark's POV

*Later that morning*

When I woke up on the couch I found Kota's note on my coffee table. It simply read:

Mark,

I went back to my apartment when I woke up in the night. I'm going to be busy for the next few days, but we should do this again sometime. Text me whenever.

-Dakota <3

I smiled when I saw the heart. She was so innocent for a 20-year-old. And I loved that about her. I immediately went to grab my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found her. She put it under 'Double D' but I quickly changed it to Kota and then sent her a quick text saying that I was up and that maybe we could get together next weekend for dinner. She replied straight away to my surprise.

Mark: Hey Kota. I found ur note. Would u like to do dinner this Saturday?

Dakota: I would love to. I'm free all weekend. :)

Mark: Goody-goody gumdrops! :D

Dakota: Lol. I got some work to do but I'll talk to u soon.

Mark: Ok. I won't keep u. Bye <3

Dakota: Lol bye <3

I was stunned when she sent a heart back. No way... maybe she likes me? She was such a beautiful young woman. There was no way she would go for a giant goofball like me. But if that was the case, then why would she be flirting and teasing me all of yesterday...? I guess I'll find out on Saturday.

Dakota's POV

I went to my work room and started rendering a Q&A video I did today. Then I started binge-watching Mark's videos. I couldn't get him off my mind no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't wait for Saturday. I was already trying to figure out what I should wear. I absolutely hated wearing dresses but for this occasion I was debating it. I decided to wait until then to decide and I went back to watching Mark's new Prop Hunt video. I couldn't take my eyes off of Mark. He was so perfect and so amazing.

I was brought out of my daydream by Jazmin nibbling and tugging on my shoes. I looked down and when she saw that she had my attention she picked up her ball and went on her front legs into play stance. I couldn't resist. I shut off my computer and followed her out into the living room. Suddenly I heard Mark yelling next door. "AAAHHHHH FUCK YOU, GET AWAY FROM ME!" I started giggling to myself and guessed he was playing a horror game. Which gave me an evil idea. Jaz went to wait at her spot by the couch. Right by the wall where Mark's recording room was. Perfect. This will really give him a scare. I thought to myself. I listened carefully for a perfect moment. I heard him giving some more commentary. So I gently tossed Jazmin's ball to her letting it roll on the ground. She grabbed it and brought it back. After a few minutes of doing this I heard Mark start getting nervous about something. Perfect... I heard him say something else. "Please nothing jump out at me.... Why is it so quiet?" I aimed directly at the wall and... BANG! "AAAHHH FUCK!! JESUS BALLS! Really?! You're really gonna do that?!" I heard him yelling and I lost it. I collapsed on the floor laughing uncontrollably. I couldn't believe how good I got him. Jazmin hid under the couch, spooked by the loud noise I made.