Talking Bodies - Markiplier Fanfiction

Uh-Oh.

One beer quickly turned into four, which again turned in the end to eight. I was slightly drunk and so were the others, good mood included of course. Okay, slightly might be a bit understated to be honest. I had a hard time walking and all of us were laughing uncontrollably loud. We eventually were so loud that we got kicked out.

I don't remember alot, only our funny laughter and that Mark and I tumbled to the hotel, tripping into a few bushes on the way.

I woke up the next morning with the biggest head ache I ever had. I groan and turn over to my side, just to feel the hot breath of Mark against my forehead. My eyes shoot open and I try to stay quiet. I turn over to the other side, trying to remind myself what happened last night.

I make a quiet squeak sound when I see Sean laying on the other side of me. "What the fu.." I lift the blanket a bit and see all three of us naked. "Oh god, no." I climb out of bed and take Marks dress shirt, my bra to put on plus my thong which was on the other end of the room.

By the way, the hotel room was one big mess. Clothes everywhere and the pillows on the floor. Some stuff was knocked over and I imidiently knew, we did something last night that I wish wouldn't have happened.

I open a window and let some fresh air in as I button the dress shirt. "This can't be for real." I rub the temples of my head. I get to my suitcase and grab some Aspirin against my headache and vanish it in my cup of water. I sip the ugly mixture in one go down and take a deep breath once I heard groaning from the bed. Sean began to wake up.

He stretched and yawned before he rubbed his eyes. "Wha- where am I?" He wonders out loud. "Morning." I say, sounding exhausted as fuck. "Wait, Jen?" He asked sleepy before lifting the blanket. "Uh-oh." He says and chuckles. "Look to your left." I say and rub the bridge of my nose.
Sean anxiously looked to his left only to look back at me with big eyes. "Wait, did he.. and I.." - "I woke up with each of you next to me, try again." I say and climb onto the small table next to the TV. "Wait. Did we three.. I mean..." I let out a chuckle. "I guess we did." I sigh. "Oh wow. And I can't remember shit." He says and grins. "Something is telling me you remember more than you say." I say and return my gaze to Mark who was groaning and softly waking up.

He sits up and rubs his eyes before he smiled at me. "Well good morning." He says with a sexy side grin. "Mark, look to your left." Again i rub the bridge of my nose. "Jack?!" He shouts suprised. "Wait." - I sigh loudly and count down with my fingers from 5 to 1, signaling Jack when he finally gets it. "1." - "oh my god did we.. oh my god." He lifts the blanket. "We did." Jack says and falls back into the pillow. "That'll explain why my lower body feels so sore." I sigh. "We did good." Jack holds up his hand for a high five. Mark send him a death glare. "Jack. Jen is my gir-" - "Mark." I hiss. "Jen, no. I agreed with shutting the fuck up but now - no. Jack, Jen is my girlfriend for a while now." He raised his voice with every word.

Jack sat there wide eyed. "I didn't know. I.." he grabbed his pants off from the bed edge and slipped them on as he was still under the blanket. He jumped up and searched for his shirt. "Jack it's okay, it's not your f-" I grab his arm to stop him. "Jen, just stop." The look in his eyes was cold and hurt, by now I knew exactly I made a big mistake. The biggest.

Jack ran out of the room and slammed the door shut. Full of anger I throw my glass against the wall and begin to sob. "Jen what the fuck is wrong!" Mark said as he pulled up his boxers. "You know, Sean actually meant something to me!" I shout crying. "And now I lost him!"

Mark gave me a disgusted look. "If he means so much to you, why don't you go and date him." Mark says as he holds out his hand to me. "My shirt." He says in a stern voice. "If don't want to date him! I love you! He just means alot to me god damn it!" I shout. Marks hand moved a bit. "Mmmy shirt." He hummed sternly. I bite my lip and rip the shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. "Heres your fucking shirt." I hiss and hand it to him before climbing into bed and cuddling half naked with the pillow as I cry softly.

I hear the door opening, but it took atleast 5 minutes until it closed. I knew, I probably lost both now.
I scream into my pillow and just cry, until I feel soft hands on my back, pulling me up in a hug. I didn't speak, I only cried. The person only held me tight and stroked the hair out of my face. I close my eyes tight and inhale deeply before I let it back out as a sigh. "I'm sorry, Jen." - shocked I look up to see Sean holding me. "What are you doing here I thought you're pissed." I whimper.

"I know, I still am. But that's not the point. I won't let you fall into into a hole because of this." He says softly. "Mark is probably done with me." I break down and cry again. "He's just pissed, give him a bit. He'll be fine." Sean says and kissed my forehead. "Why are you so mad anyways?" I ask and get up, walking to my suitcase to grab a tshirt. I feel Sean's warm hands on my waist followed by his stubble brushing against my shoulders. "Because I really like you and I was just.. hurt." He whispers and kisses my shoulder softly. "What do you mean you really like me?" I turn my body towards him, leaning against the drawer.

Sean let's out a sigh and strokes a Strang of my red hair out of my face. "I think I fell in love with you." He whispers and leans in. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. His gorgeous eyes stared directly into mine as our lips were only half an inch apart from eachother.

The door swings open and Mark stands in the doorframe, a single tear running down his cheek. "You.." he started but shook his head and run out again. "No, Mark!" I call and run after him.