Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Pop, Lock, and Drop It

"And as always, I will see you at Indy PopCon. Buh-Bye!" You hear Mark exclaim as to your rooms were next to each other, you could hear him anywhere in the house anyways when he was recording. You weren't quite ready for him to see your outfit for Indy PopCon, you had something planned. You were to show up on the panel on Saturday with the best outfit ever, and you wouldn't regret a thing. So when you hear your door creak open you scream on the inside knowing he was going to ruin the surprise. You would do anything to keep in the secret.
"Markiplier! Out! Go watch a chick flick or something! I know you want to!" You fling yourself at the door covering it up with your body, tail and all.
"Why do you assume I watch drama?"
"Cause you're full of it."
You groan at the exasperated gasp on the other side of the door. He faked a sob and ran down the stairs only to be back offering something in exchange to see the outfit.
"Cookies?" You could mentally picture him holding up bags of cookies with a giant grin just staring at a door. You face palm wondering why you put it on on Thursday. Today wasn't the panel, you were just going to go to the apartment in Indiana.
"I'm taking it off, but I'll take the cookies later." You turn back to your mirror taking off the tiara and gloves.
"Nope, I'll eat them right here." Mark leans against your door opening the bag of cookies. "I won't save any."
"I can go get some myself." You brag unclipping the tail from your dress. "After I change of course."

<TIME SKIP OF LAZINESS>

"Get out of the cookie jar." Mark calls from his room knowing you were up to some shenanigans. So far you had downed three glasses of milk, and fourteen sugar cookies. You planned on eating more, but you stopped dead in your tracks trying to hide the evidence.
A minute later he is dressed in his lucky, red flannel, and surprisingly pants.
"Why are you dressed up?" You mumble with five sugar cookies stuffed in your mouth. You would try to smile, but that would be too risky.
"Same goes to you." He remarks as you begin to swallow the evidence. You look down to see a Green Day Tee, shorts, and Vans. You shrug turning your back to stop from vomiting rainbows and sugar. You could tell Mark caught on because he was trying not to laugh about your current situation.
"Yeah, now, see, you're not supposed to eat half your weight in two seconds."
"Why thank you for calling my skinny." You finally say after almost dying.
"Are you ready?" He asks holding up two suitcases.
"I sure am." You say walking out the door to find your whole room on the porch. You lift the three bags into the trunk as quickly as possible to get on the road. You couldn't wait to see Mark's reaction on Saturday to the sudden royal appearance.
Mark gets into the drivers seat pausing to stare at your maniacal smile. Too bad for travel games, you were caught up in day dreams.