Are you...Purgeturbed? A Tom Cassell Fan-Fiction

Markimoo

*Autumn's POV*

Today was the day. The day where I was going to Mark's place to do a collab. I withhold a scream while applying my eyeliner. "Why are you trying so hard?"

"What do you mean?" I say, looking over at Tom in the doorway, an annoyed look on his face.

"You know what I mean. You're dressing up for him."

"Eyeliner and a skirt does not mean I'm dressing up for him. It means that I don't want to look like trash."

"To who? Mark?" He says, hatred in his voice. Is he jealous?

"Are you jealous, Tom?"

"No! Its just that since we've got here, all you've been talking about is Mark. You've barely spoke to me, Tucker and Sonja."

"I've been busy, Tom."

"Autumn. Seriously."

"This collab is for the channel. Not me. I'm married. To you, the love of my life. The only thing that'll happen is Mark losing at video games."

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*Mark's House*

I smile at Mark before he leans in and kisses me.

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*Earlier*

I knock on Mark's door, Mark opening it almost immediately. "Autumn!"

"Mark!" I say, hugging him before walking in. "Nice place ya got."

"Thanks! I've tried."

"I can see." I smile before he motions to a seat by his computer. "What are we playing?"

"GMOD. Is that good for you?"

"Thats fine!" I smile before he loads up the game. He does his intro before I do. The game goes smoothly before I hit his character with a piece of wood, sending him flying.

"What the fuck was that?"

"You like being hit with my wood, Mark? You like it?" I say.

"What?" I smile at Mark before he leans in and kisses me. A split-second later, I push him away. "What?"

"Mark, I'm married."

"To who?"

"Tom Cassell. Or TheSyndicateProject. He's my husband."

"WHEN WERE YOU MARRIED?" He shouts surprised.

"A couple months ago. Never mind that. I'm out of here." I push away from the desk before walking out of the door and driving away. Sighing, I pull into a parking lot before pushing shuffle on my phone's playlist, I feel like Dancing by All Time Low coming on. 

Shorty said she wants to run away

Says I look like a boy she used to date

Took me by the hand and pulled me to the stairs

(I'm not interested, girl)

Put her tongue all up in my ear

(Gross)

Almost made me spill my beer

(Oh shit)

She's up and ready to go but I don't care

(Pssh, whatever)

'Cause I'm in the zone, turn off my phone

I've got my own agenda

I feel like dancing tonight

I'm gonna party like it's my civil right

(Everybody get kinda awesome)

It doesn't matter where

I don't care if people stare

Because I feel like dancing tonight

Everybody getting kind of crunk

I think some dude just grabbed my junk

Now I know how Ke$ha must be feelin'

(Like, what if we're the aliens?)

Bros try and turn me upside down

I put a keg top to my mouth

But that's okay, I'm dancin' on the ceiling

'Cause I've got the groove

I'll bust a move, just try and stop me

I feel like dancing tonight

I'm gonna party like it's my civil right

(Everybody get kinda awesome)

It doesn't matter where

I don't care if people stare

Because I feel like dancing tonight

Somebody call the police

I think they're coming to get me, they say

"You've got the right to remain on the dance floor"

So show us what you got because you know that you got more

I feel like dancing tonight

I'm gonna party like it's my civil right

(Everybody get kinda awesome)

It doesn't matter where

I don't care if people stare

Because I feel like dancing tonight

Oh, one more time

I feel like dancing tonight

(I feel like dancing)

I'm gonna party like it's my civil right

It doesn't matter where

I don't care if people stare

Because I feel like dancing tonight

Oh, oh, oh, I feel like dancing tonight

Damn right I feel like dancing.

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So...dramas running rampant in my life right now...

My crush made out with me on Friday (and by made out I mean tongue and lip biting)...then told me he don't like me...;-;

But yeah...MARK Y ;-;

And more ATL! <3 

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