Go The Distance (A Markiplier fanfiction)

Nine

How had it come around so quick? Mark's flight over here was tomorrow, and I couldn't contain my excitement. Almost every conversation between Charlotte and my family was about Mark visiting, and I had made it my mission to clean my flat from top to bottom, even though it was pretty clean already. I had agreed to pick him up from the airport, which I now half-regretted as I'm sure I'd be shaking all the way there.

Charlotte was now lazing on my sofa, watching me cleanm and occassionally speaking to me when I wasn't so caught up in what I was doing. "What time does his flight get in?" She wondered as she scrolled her Tumblr dashboard.

"He's getting a later flight from LA, so he can be here late morning – I'm so nervous! Why did I agree to pick him up?" Charlotte laughed at this, and I stressed myself out even more.

"Because you want to see him! You could have easily told him to got a taxi. And besides, it's not far really."

"I guess," She squeezed my arm. "Now get up, I need to get under there!" I tapped her feet and realised I was turning into my mother on one of her cleaning frenzies.

Charlotte got up which a melodramatic huff and stood to the side. "Gee, your flat's already clean as a whistle, and I'm sure he'll be more focused on you!" She winked, and I shoved her shoulder, feeling embarassed as that could easily be true.

"I still need a clean flat!" I finished my work under the coffee table. "I don't suppose you wanna come to the airport with me?" Charlotte shook her head and sat back down.

"Stop wussing out! I'm not gonna gatecrash your romantic embrace," I picked up a cushion and threw it at her and she laughed. "But seriously, I don't think you want me there, really. I'll give you moral support via texting while you're waiting."

I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair. "Thank you, Char – I'm gonna be a mess later." She gave me a reassuring hug before I finally put my cleaning supplies away and flopped next to her on the sofa.

*

I was right; I was shaking as I drove to the airport. I'd given him my number the week before, so he could text me when he had landed and where I needed to be. I was going to meet him at the gate, mainly because I'd be too anxious waiting at the entrance for him.

I pulled into the short stay car park, and could feel my breathing getting heavier as I pulled into a parking space and stopped the car. I took a breather for a minute before making my way to the airport, listening to my music to help put me in a calmer mood.

I checked my phone as I entered the terminal, and I felt shakey once more. No message yet, so I decided to go and grab myself a coffee and wait for a bit. It didn't take me long to find a Costa, so I ordered a mocha and sat alone as I nursed the hot coffee; this didn't stop me from checking my phone constantly, though.

It was five minutes after I had finished my coffee that I recieved a text from him, and my nervousness faded and was replaced with sheer happiness. I text him back expressing my excitement and told him I was on my way. I got up and practically danced down the corridors to the gate, the upbeat music playing in my ears boosting my mood even more.

I got to the gate and was slightly disappointed that he wasn't there yet, so I sat on one of the benches and waited, a massive smile visible on my face and my legs bouncing excitedly. Not being able to sit down, I text him 'Hurry up!! Xxx" to which I heard an audible reply from him as he walked through the doors with a crowd of other passengers.

As soon as he was out of the way, he put down his bag and opened his arms as I ran into them, giving him the biggest hug I could muster as he swung me around. Feeling embarassed, he kissed my cheek quickly and I blushed.

"So," I started and he put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to baggage claim. "What do you think?" I asked, after a moment of pondering what to say.

"Well, the view from here is nice," I blushed and he grinned. "But this place isn't as rainy as I've heard."

"Well, you came on a good day. Did anyone recognise you?"

He shrugged. "Can't say so, or if they did I was left alone. Probably the latter." He winked and I hit him playfully on the arm.

"You cocky shit," I laughed. "Right, get your bags and then I'll meet you later after you've gone through passport control and all that." He pouted and I noticed two girls watching us, one conveniently wearing a Markiplier shirt. "I think you may have been recognised..." I smiled and he turned his head to see the girls practically frozen with shock.

He led me behind him as he approached the girls, who were probably about twenty, and I smiled as their eyes seemed to grow wider.

"Hi," He said as he shook one's hand. "I like your shirt." The 'Markiplier girl' practically melted and bit her lip, embarassed.

"Thanks," She said quietly and nervously played with her hair. "Who's this?" She recieved a disapproving look and a nudge from her friend, and swiftly apologised.

"It's okay, I'm visiting a friend. But, listen, can I ask you a favour?" Both nodded quickly. "Can you refrain from posting this on Twitter, or Facebook, or whatever? Not that I don't love my fans, but-" One of the girls cut him off and nodded.

"Of course we will, Mark." One said, and the other nodded in agreement. "By the way, I didn't wear this shirt in hopes of seeing you!" Mark laughed at this and smiled.

"I appreciate it, thanks! It was lovely to meet you," They told him their names and he gave them both a hug before they left with their bags.

"How nice of you!" I grinned and hugged him around his waist. "Well, I shall leave you now – I'm sure your bags are the only ones left now!" I winked, and he playfully swiped for me and I dodged and skipped off.

*

I had decided that day to allow Mark to get accustomed to his surroundings by taking him into the city, which mostly consisted of me dragging him around the shops as I spent money I probably shouldn't. We did go for lunch, though, and by then I had eased up completely.

"What's the plan for later, then, tourguide?" He asked as we sipped our drinks and waited for our food.

"I just thought about movies and food at mine," I heard my voice getting quieter, worried that he would say no. "Unless you don't want to?"

He raised an eyebrow at me and took a drink. "Sounds good to me, and as long as I'm with you, I'm happy."

If I wasn't so embarassed, I would have kissed him right then and there for being so sweet. "What movies do you like?" I asked shyly, my face still warm.

"Anything, honestly. One of my favourites has to be-"

"The Lego Movie," He laughed. "Do you forget what you mention in Let's Plays?"

He shrugged and smiled. "I don't know, I didn't really expect you to watch them.

"I've been watching them more recently and being smug over the fact that I get to talk to the King of the Squirrels!"

He laughed more and put his head in one of his hands. "Oh Jesus, don't call me that in public!"

"Wilford? "

"Just Mark, thank you very much."

"You're lucky, I can't think of any other nicknames." I stuck my tongue out, and he reached across the table and held my hand, as I felt the blood rush to my head and butterflies in my stomach.

"I can settle for Markimoo," He winked as our food arrived, and we both thanked the waiter. "That's it."