If you're with me, then everything's alright. ))Markiplier love story((

Chapter 09

It took a week to get everything organized and clean.

When we finally finished the apartment, we decided to celebrate with a glass of Red wine. He wasn't crazy about Wine but since I was, he made an exception. We sat on the couch, watching TV and talking about what was on the news. Before we knew it, we drank a whole bottle of red wine and had a stupid idea to record us playing a video game while we were drunk.

Mark fumbled with the cables while I made sure that the laptop function to record us gaming. Mark settle back on the couch, adjusting his glasses. I redid my messy bun and he started the recording.

"HELLO!" he shouted loudly, waving at the camera. "My name is Markiplier and welcome to..." he paused, looking at me. "What is this?"

I chuckle, "We're playing Mortal Kombat," I answered, looking at the webcam recording our faces. "Let's get it on,"

Mark and I started playing Mortal Kombat. I usually get flirtatious or either aggressive when it came to drinking.

Mark got a fatality win and I grabbed the controller from him and handed him the one I hand. He looked at me, drunkenly confused. I burst out laughing from his expression and decided to sit on him.

"Switching Controllers isn't going to make you play better," Mark said drunkenly, wrapping his arms around my stomach as he started a new game.

I wasn't a good player when I'm drunk, I could hardly focus and I feel like I'm all over the place. My head feels heavy and I kept on leaning forward.

"You know, I once farted on someone while I was sitting on their laps," I said, looking at Mark.

"Finish her!" the TV shouted and I looked back at the Screen to see Mark's character killing mine.

The X-ray fatality started and I watch in awe as his character destroyed me.

Mark laughs.

"That. Was. AWESOME!" I shouted, making the dogs bark.

We shush them and he replayed the game. Mark and I started challenging each other again but this time I won.

I cheered, laughing as he threw me down on the couch and started tickling me. I burst out laughing, trying to get him but he prevented me from tickling him. I went to push him off but he was too strong. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I wanted to squeeze him but I couldn't. Gabumon barked at us while Mark tickled me. An arm was still around my waist, tickling my left side while his free hand held my hands down. I didn't realize how close we are until he stopped.

I paused, looking at him. "Hm?"

Mark's face was inches away from mine as his upper body was pressed against mine, my legs wrapped around his waist. We looked into each other's eyes and I smiled at him.

"What is your problem?" I poked his chest, lifting my face up a bit.

Our face was 3 inches away from each other. He leaned into my face and I brushed my lips against his, feeling his hand on my side clench. I cringe because his nails were a bit long. He noticed and unclenched his fist, replacing his hand on my side and pulled me up as he pressed my body against his.

I moved my hands to the back of his neck, moving my face a bit away from his. He move a hand to the back of my neck, sliding his hand down my back. I wanted to shiver at his touch but I fought it. I moved my face close to his and without realizing, my lips parted. He saw this and his lips came into contact with mine.

I didn't kiss him back. I savoir his lips upon mine but I didn't kiss him back.

We were drunk, sort of drunk, and if we did something, our friendship would be destroyed. I don't do Friends with Benefits merely because of the fact that I end up liking that person. I didn't want to kiss him, like him to a point where we start dating and then when we get into a fight, we break up.

I pulled away from the kiss and purse my lips. He went to kiss me again but I stopped him. He sighed, putting his forehead against my shoulder.

"I'm sor-"

"No, no," I place my hands on his cheeks and made him look at me. "I just don't want to ruin this," I motion between us.

Mark huffed and looked at me. I looked at him, giving him a small smile.

"I like you a lot," he groaned, buried his face against my shoulder. "I want us to be something,"

Oh boy, I thought. If we start dating, how would our fans react? They'll fight and try to break us down.

I lifted his head up, wanting to say 'YES! LET'S BE TOGETHER!' but my mind felt different.

"We are something, we're best friends," I ruffle his hair, feeling less drunk.

"Friend zone," he muttered.

I shook my head, "Come on, let's get some rest,"

Mark placed his hands on my butt since my legs were wrapped around his waist. He got up without stumbling and carried me to our bedroom. He let me down and I put my feet back on the ground. I look at Mark who crawl onto bed. He sighed, laying down without going under the covers.

"GOD! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO HOT?!" He shouted loudly.

I blush and felt myself sobering up. I shook my head, crawling on top of him. "Shh," I hushed him, helping him take off his shirt since he was struggling. I took off my shirt and put on his shirt. I unhook my bra and toss it aside.

I squeak once Mark rolled me over so he was on top of me. He kisses my neck, moving the shirt collar down to kiss my collarbone. He nibble my neck softly, sliding a hand down my side.

I wanted this. I lusted for this but as much as I wanted it, I can't let it continue.

I stopped him, making him look at me. "You're drunk. You don't want to do this. Please, stop,"

Mark looked at me for the longest time and sighed. "But I want you, I need you," he wrapped his arms around my torso. "I want you forever,"

I want you as my boyfriend, I thought, shaking that thought aside.

Think about his fan base. I don't know if they'll take the fact that Markiplier has a girlfriend. They'll freak out and start stalking me or leaving rude messages for me.

I moved down to be face to face with Mark. I looked into his eyes and placed my hands on his cheeks.

Kiss him, you fool.

I smiled at him, kissing his nose. "You will have me forever. I'm not leaving your side," I said softly.

Mark stared at me. "No, I want you as a girl-"

I push him off me and rolled over on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart beat fast. "Close your eyes and be cute,"

I heard him chuckle. "I'm cute already,"

Smiling, I felt sleepy. I was dozing off but strain myself to stay up a little bit longer. After seven minutes, I lifted up my head to see Mark sleeping. I waited a couple of seconds before getting off him slowly. I walked over to the walk in closet in the bathroom in our room. I grabbed a light blanket and walked back to Mark. I placed it over him and watched him for a couple of seconds.

I should sleep on my own tonight.

Gabumon and Pikachu rested close by the Mark. I didn't want them to follow me so I quietly shut the door a bit. I tip toe to the office and plop on the couch. I grabbed the sweater on Mark's computer chair and placed it over my body as I slept on the couch in the office.