Talking Bodies - Markiplier Fanfiction

Mom's birthday.

Mark went home after that and said he needed to grab some new clothes and stuff for the wedding. I gave him a spare key and walk up the stairs into the bathroom. I'm really happy that he wants to come with me. I hated the fact that I had to go alone to my best friends wedding. I mean, I'm almost twenty four years old, it's time that I get a serious relationship, isn't it?

Anyways, I place my dress and red lingery for tomorrow on the chair across from my bed and just grab a pair of really short washed out and ripped shorts with a skintight daisy printed black crop top and a thong with a black bra and my phone before I rush into the bathroom to take a shower so I don't have to do it tomorrow morning. I put my phone Playlist on shuffle and The Chemical Romance came on. The song used to be one of my favorites a while back when I was a teen. It was called teenagers. I dance around in my walk in shower and sing to the lyrics.

♡Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk. 'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean.
They're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds.Another cog in the murder machine.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me. They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.♡

I always thought the song was adorable and weird. But funny as well. I think the Chemical romance has always been one of my favorite bands of all time.

Anyways, I rush out of the shower and get dressed. I love the way the shirt and the shorts hugged my body perfectly. I decide to wear a simple yet beautiful winged eyeliner which is pointed out as well in the inner eye corner. I blow-dry my hair an throw it up in a high messy bun before wrapping a black bandana around my head. I found myself quite attractive, plus I felt a touch younger. A few splashes of my favorite perfume plus brushing my teeth finished the look. I step out of the bathroom and throw my dirty clothes in the basket before getting into my bedroom and grabbing some white socks to put on.

I grab my phone and text Mark.
(M- Mark ; J - Jen)

J - hey boo, I was wondering what you would usually order from Starbucks?

M- grab me a Moccachino, bby.

J- who said I'm going to Starbucks? :p

M- who said you wouldn't? :3

J- okay you got me. Brb. :*

I grab my wallet and my keys, slip on my black chucks before rushing out the door into my car. I start the car and the radio and sing loudly to the different songs. I drive up the drive in of the Starbucks and order the drinks. The young lady handed me smiling the drinks in those weird paper trays and waves goodbye.

- at home -

I park in my parking lot and exit the car. I climb over my drivers seat to grab the cups from the passenger seat side. As soon as I got out the door slammed shut. "What the fu.." I turn around just to have burning hot coffee all over my top. "Oww! What the fuck!" I look up from the mess to see Emilia smiling at me deviously. "You whore!" I say and wipe away some of the coffee with my hands. "Ah shit." I curse out and look at the mess. "What the fuck do you want Taylor?!" I say pissed. "Told you, Halls. Stay away from Mark. You're getting in more trouble than you think!" She hissed at me. "Suck me, bitch." I hiss back. "And buy me new coffee." I say and cross my arms in front of my chest. "Ha ha. Continue to dream, Hal-"

"What in the world is going on here?" - it was Mark. "Taylor spilled the coffee on me." I whine like a little kid. "Not true, not my fault that this little doll is clumsy." She says and smiles at Mark. "Emilia, I saw exactly what you did." He says. "Oh thanks for letting it Happen, Mark." I say and place a hand on my hip. "I did not know what would happen." He says and throws his hands in the air as a sign of defense. "Anyways, you owe me 9 dollars." I say and return my gaze to my stupid Co-Worker. "Emilia." Mark says threatening. "Fine." She hissed and handed me a ten dollar bill. "Keep it, you need it more than me." She said and walked off with a chuckle. My face turned bright red and I swear I would have killed her. But, Mark grabbed my arms and held me tight. "Let me go! That's it this bitch is dead!" - Emilia turned around and blew me a kiss. "OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THIS?! LET ME.. UGH!" I wiggle my way free from his grab and run after her, jumping on back causing her to fall over with and scream.

"Ain't that funny now bitch!?" I shout and throw my fists at her. She screamed and tried to turn me over, without success. "Jennifer! Let her go!" Mark shouts. I start to punch her harder until Mark grabbed me under my arms and lifted me off of her. I was in the air, kicking wildly. "I will kill her!" I shout but was soon let down to my feet, facing Mark. "Jen, what in the world is wrong with you calm down!" He shouts at me. "No! She's been bullying me since Highschool! I'm sick and tired of thi.." - I was interrupted by Marks lips brushing against mine. I was so pissed. I tried pushing myself off off him, balling fists and throwing them against his chest. But nothing worked, he had a tight grip on my hips. The only thing I heard was Emilia running off, probably crying. 'Ding Ding, Jen wins the fight!' I think and start to smile in the kiss. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. Then as I lean out I hug him tight. "Thank you." I whisper and inhale his scent which was quite calming. "Don't let her upset you. Its not good for your health and your attitude. You will be the only one that will look like an ass. I've known Emilia now long enough. You're not the first one to be bullied in this office." He says and leans out of the hug. "Okay.." I say gently, almost whispering. "I need to get changed. I smell like coffee. And I have burn marks probably all over my stomache." I say with a sigh.

"I'll grab some new Coffee. Don't worry about it." He says and smiles at me. I hand him the ten dollars but he insisted to pay himself. I shrug my shoulders, kiss him goodbye and rush inside to get changed. I press play on my stereo to let loud music play. It calms me. My whole outfit was soaked in Coffee. "Balls. I just showered." I whine and walk over to my closet. I grab another fancy skintight crop top with high waisted light blue shorts, kick off my shoes and rush back in the shower. I leave my hair up with the bandana and only wash my body quickly. Luckily I didn't get burn marks . I dry myself and slip on the outfit followed by another splash of my perfume.

Right as I came back I heard the front door open and push the button by the Sugarbabes play. I rush into the bedroom and slip on some socks. I rush downstairs to see Mark with the coffee in his one hand and a bouquet of red and white roses in the other one. I smile brightly and walk up to him. "I thought I'd make you a little present. You seemed so upset." He says and hands me the flowers. "Oh my god you are unbelievable." I say and take the roses from him. "Thank you." I say and get on my tiptoes to kiss him softly. "Wow old song." He says and chuckles. "Yea but I like the old music. I tend to listen to them when I'm upset." I say and inhale the sweet smell of the roses. I walk into the kitchen to grab a Vase and place the bouquet in cold water. I place them on a small table inn the livingroom and smile. "Heres your coffee." He says and hands it to me. "Thank you." I say and smile again. "You look so happy." He says with a chuckle. "I am. Thanks to you." I say and sit down on the couch, enjoying my coffee, the music and the presence of my favorite person. The music changed to broken strings by Nelly Furtado and James Morrison.

Oh it tears me up, I tried to hold on but it hurts too much. I tried to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay. You can't play on broken strings. You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel. I can't tell you something that ain't real. Oh the truth hurts, a lie is worse. How can I give anymore. When I love you a little less, then before.

I sigh and look over to the small shrine I made for my mother. "You okay?" Mark asks as he sits down next to me, his one hand resting on my lap. I nodd in silence. "Just, remembering something." I say quietly. "May I ask what?" He asks. "Today is or.. well was my mother's birthday." I say and Crack a smile at him. "I'm sorry." He says and puts an arm around me. "Do you mind if I play the guitar?" I say and look up at him. "No, of course not. I'd love to hear it." He says and places a kiss on the temple of my head.

I place the coffee on the table and grab a white rose out of the bouquet to place it in front of the picture. I take my Western guitar and sit down on the spare chair next to the shrine.

I take a deep breath and start to pick the chords C, B7, A7 and G7 on repeat, followed by a few others. Then I began to sing, to sing the favorite song of my mother.

Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper I love you. Birds singing in the sicamore tree. Dream a little dream of me-
Say nighty - night and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me.

Stars fading but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear. Just saying thi-i-i-is.

I stop as the first tears build up in my eyes. "Happy birthday, Mommy." I whisper as I place down the guitar in its stand.