My Brother's Best Friend ❤ [Markiplier x Reader!]

Travelin' Soldier.

Every song i mention is just there because i was listening to it on a Spotify playlist. So thats kinda how i got the ideas for this chapter. Its weird, im sorry, not sorry.. Lol

Suprisingly Mark and Remy got really good friends. Im just hoping Remy will keep his hands by himself, I wont be sharing my Man. Anyways, after the small talk - coffee drinking - and lots of laughter we decided to head back to my place. By the way Remy is the shortform for Jeremy . Just so y'all know. Remy had his whole Hairstyling stuff with him, so it would all work out faster.

In the car ~

"Aye. Is it okay if you cut Jacks hair first? His hair got kinda long and I really want it to look good. Everytime he cuts it, it just looks boring." I call over to my best friend in the backseat. "Yeah, sure. Dont worry about it." I kept on driving and turned on the radio. The voice of the Dixie Chicks and their song Travelin' Soldier was playing. I tap my fingers on the staring wheel, to the beat of the song. "Isn't this the Song your Parents used to dance to at summer in your garden?" Jeremy asked. I look quickly over my shoulder and nodd. "Yes, its a beautiful song." I say and sigh.

|I cried. Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.
Too young for him - they told her. Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier. Our love will never end, waitin' for the soldier to come back again. Never more to be alone, when the letter said 'A soldier's coming home'.
So the letters came from an army camp in California then Vietnam and he told her of his heart. It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of. He said when it's getting kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin' down at the pier and I close my eyes and see your pretty smile. Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile.
I cried. Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.
Too young for him - they told her. Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier. Our love will never end, waitin' for the soldier to come back again. Never more to be alone, when the letter said 'A soldier's coming home'.
One Friday night at a football game, the Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang, A man said folks would you bow your heads for a list of local Vietnam dead. Crying all alone under the stands was a piccolo player in the marching band and one name read but nobody really cared...
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair.
I cried. Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.
Too young for him - they told her. Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier. Our love will never end, waitin' for the soldier to come back again. Never more to be alone, when the letter said 'A soldier's coming home'.|

I shiver at the lyrics. "Y/n, are you okay?" Mark placed his hand gently on my shoulder. "Yes, im fine. Theres a reason behind this song. I mean, why exactly my Parents danced to exactly this song. Its .." i stop and drive up the drive way and stop the car. "Well, Jack can explain it to you better." I say and let the seatbelt slither over my chest before opening the car door. I push myself out of the seat and unlock the trunk. Mark takes our suitcases and follows me to our Apartment. "Okay, you're ready?" I say excited. "Could you.. mhpf please just open the door. These are really heavy." He says and slightly lifts the suitcases at the word these. I chuckle and unlock the door. I push the door wide open and let Mark enter first. "Where should i put the suitcases?" - "uhm, just put them down next to the stairs. I will take them upstairs later." I say and rub his back gently. He kisses the temple of my head and puts down the suitcase.

"Wow, pretty nice here." He says and wraps an arm around my waist. "ROOM TOU... I mean.. APARTMENT TOUR!" I shout and grab his hand. Mark puts one finger against his ear. "Geez, no need to scream like that." I chuckle and pull him around. "So next to the stairs, kitchen. There is the livingroom, with game consoles and stuff. Over there is one bathroom with just a toilett and stuff." I pull him upstairs and whisper: " Jack is probably in his room. You wanna scare him?" Mark nodds. "Okay stand infront of his door. You knock, I will say 'Jack im home!' And when he opens the door you scream something or so. Understood?" Mark noods.