Take This Dance. {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Eleven:

In my mind, I couldn't process why Luna had decided to tell Mark that I had agreed to do the dance competition.

That night, I zoned out while looking up at my ceiling. I was laying flat on my back, tucked into the multiple layers of blankets that now lay on top of my body from the waist down.

Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe this dance competition isn't such a bad idea after all. No...no this is definitely bad. This is such a bad idea.

Mixed emotions filled my mind, whether or not this was a good idea or not. I took a deep breath before flipping to my side. I glanced at the clock that sat neatly on my wooden night stand.

1:28 am

I groaned, then closed my eyes. I felt myself began to drift off.

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My legs were wrapped around his waist as I rested my arms on his shoulders. His arms were around my waist. We both stared at each other, lovingly. I began to break into a smile.

"What?" He laughed.

"Nothing," I laughed back, still looking into his dark eyes, "It's just...You're looking at me weird." He gave me a confused expression, but laughed at my response anyway.

"What do you mean?!" He said while smiling, "You're looking at me too!"

I laughed, "I know, I'm just teasing."

"I know," he smiled, looking deeply into my eyes. He swept a piece of my hair that had fallen in front of my face behind my ear and placed his hand gently on my cheek. His fingers lingered against my hair, intertwining some strands between them.

"I love you," he said deeply, letting his eyes glance down at my lips for a second.

"I love you too," I responded softly. The corners of his mouth tilted upwards into a smile as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss against my lips.

I let my eyes flutter shut.

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"Well, you're early," said Luna as I rushed through the door to the library.

"Yeah," I exhaled. I clenched the bag that was slung against my shoulder. It was the same bag that I took to my audition. Luna turned her attention to the bag that I held, then looked back up at me. She squinted her eyes.

"What's the bag for?" Luna began to smile widely.

"You know..." my eyes glanced to the side.

"...The dance competition?" She questioned.

"...Maybe-"

"Ah!-" she pointed in my direction.

"But!... I'm only doing this because you already told Mark that I had agreed to it when I actually did not!" I pointed my index finger.

"No," she leaned against the counter in front of her, "You're doing this because you WANT to do the dance competition."

"Um, no," I responded back.

"Yes you are," she smirked.

I sighed, "Whatever, I'm not arguing with you."

"No, you just know that I'm right," Luna folded her arms.

"Look, I'm only doing this to not be rude, okay?" I said as I walked around the counter.

"Alright," she held up her hands but continued to smile.

"Alright," I sighed. I waited for a while, casually checking the watch on my wrist to pass the time. Then suddenly, I heard the bell to the library door ring. I glanced my attention to the door, checking to see who had just walked in.

"{Y/N}!" Whisper-yelled Luna against my ear, "You're boyfriend is here!"

I swatted her arm, "He's not my boyfriend!"

"Who's boyfriend?" Smiled Mark. I turned my head in his direction suddenly, having my eyes glance up and down at him.

Today, his hair was fluffier than any other day. It swooped against his forehead, some strands covering the tops of his round glasses. Another thing that I had noticed was his muscle shirt, showing off his shoulders.

"Mark! Hi!" Luna laughed sheepishly. I glanced over at her to see a very light shade of pink scattered across her cheeks and nose.

"Hey," he nodded his head a little, then looked in my direction.

"Um, here to pick up {Y/N}?" Luna pointed her thumb at me.

"Yeah," he responded, "Only if she wants to. She doesn't have to do this if she doesn't want to. I don't want her to feel obligated to do this."

"No, I want to," I clenched the strap to my bag, letting my eyebrows slant down a little. He smiled at me.

"Okay," he said, waving his car keys in the air, "You ready?"

I took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes."